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Understanding - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

A little break up, make up one shot while I work on part two of stay 💕 as always, let me know what you think! 2.4K Words ❤️

You had been understanding. You had been so, incredibly, unbelievably understanding. You had been kind, patient, considerate. You had thrown every insecurity away in your mind. You shoved your feelings right down your throat.

But that was over with now.

Now, you faced him. In the middle of the yard, your throat agonizingly raw from yelling. You were shocked he hadn't phased yet, but he knew the minute he did you would take off. The pack, watching from afar and unbeknownst to you, were also shocked at his restraint.

"I would NEVER do anything to hurt you. Why won't you believe that?"

You laughed wetly through the tears. You were down right manic over what he didn't comprehend.

"Really?? You don't understand why I would be upset by ANY of this? Are you that fucking blind?"

Paul huffed through his nose, attempting to control his temper.

"I have a job, Y/N. There's new bloodsuckers popping up every day now and we have to make sure we're ready for anything. That means stacking up our numbers against them. Guy or girl, they have to be trained."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes,

"And don't you find it at all peculiar that everyone else is out on their own but you're STILL having to train this same girl? DAY IN AND DAY OUT?!"

He sighed.

"She should be ready, I know. But every time we get on patrol, she gets fearful and fails at basic exercises. Sam has me spend extra time with her."

You threw up your hands as if the answer was obvious, "Then TELL Sam to have someone else take a turn?"

"She only likes training with me."

Your eyes went wide, and all you saw was red.

"AND THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU ANY FUCKING CLUE THAT MAYBE SHES FAILING ON PURPOSE FOR YOUR ATTENTION? THAT MAYBE SHE DOESNT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IMPRINTS? THAT MAYBE PERHAPS SHE HAS DIFFERENT INTENTIONS?"

Paul shook his head, him now scoffing.

"It's actually really hard to learn to navigate being a wolf. That's something YOU don't seem to understand."

You think you had lost your mind. It seemed as though the world crumbled around you, his words ringing in your ears from the impact. That was not something the imprint you knew before this would have ever dared say to you. It wasn't that you believed Paul would ever be disloyal, but your instincts were damn sure this girl wanted him to be.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"You're right. I don't. You need to be with someone that understands. We're done."

Paul stepped back like he had taken a blow to the chest. His eyes softened now.

"You....you don't mean that."

You headed towards your car, not being able to face the broken look in his eyes.

"Y/N, wait," he reached out, and even though you were mad, a part of it killed you to deny him.

You shook your head, new tears rehydrating their original streaks.

You sniffled, and took a deep breath.

"I'm tired, Paul. I'm tired of waiting up for you. I'm tired of being left unanswered for hours. I'm tired of making plans that just get canceled. Im tired of being lonely. And most of all, I'm tired of being disappointed."

He grabbed your arm before you could fully get in, and you saw Sam emerge, still at a respectable distance from the two of you.

"Baby listen, okay, I'm sorry. I can do better I-"

"You've said that before Paul. This is not the first time we've fought about this."

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes now.

"Please. Don't." He whispered.

He almost made you cave. You so badly wanted to stay. But you also knew if you did, it would be the same reoccurring cycle. He had to know you were serious. You wanted the relationship you had before she came along. Until you were sure you would get that again, you had to leave.

"I have to go. Call me when your priorities change." You said as you gently pulled out of his grip and shut the door. And with that, you took off to your father's place.

-

Paul stood planted in the same spot you had left him, shattered. What had he done?

He felt a small hand on his shoulder, a feminine voice in his ear,

"Maybe it was for the better. She seems like a total bitch."

Paul's blood turned cold. It was as if in that very moment, he had come to his senses. The smoke had cleared in his crowded mind. You were right. Of course you were right. All the stress that had been on his plate, he hadn't been thinking clearly at all.

He came to realization now, and it was too late.

Paul yanked away his arm, turning with a fury in his eyes to the woman behind him. She shrunk back under his gaze, feigning an innocence he knew good and well was all fake.

He trembled with anger, barely registering that Sam was now in between him and the girl. Paul pointed a finger at her, teeth gritting with anger.

"Get. The FUCK. Away from me."

Paul ripped apart as he phased, having it bottled up for far too long, and dashing off like a mad man into the woods.

The woman gaped like a fish, starting to babble, turning to Sam for reassurance.

"I didn't do anything I-"

Sam huffed a breath through his nose, "You heard him. I think it would be best if you left. Embry's cousin or not, you are no longer welcome here. That's an order."

Sam shook his head, running a hand through his hair as she stormed off. He felt guilty for letting it get like this. He had some suspicions about her joining the pack, seeing as she was always gravitating towards Paul, but he had shrugged it off, too occupied with everything else going on.

Sam also knew too well what it was like to hurt an imprint. Physically or emotionally, the bond felt all the same. Strict alpha or not, he valued Paul as a brother, and just hoped you would come back for him.

-

As Paul laid his head onto his pillow, he watched the days go by before him. Being forced to come eat dinner by Emily and whenever he had patrol were just about the only times Paul left his bed. He would call you once a day, sometimes with a small hope you'd answer, and sometimes just to hear your voicemail. After his patrol shifts ended, he would often sneak off to your house, just to make sure he'd know you were safe, if even from a mile away.

-

"Do you think she'll ever come back?" Kim asked Jared quietly one day, after watching Paul barely eat his food and sulk back up to his room.

"I don't know honestly. Y/N is just as stubborn as he is. But I do miss him. I've never in my life seen Paul like this. His internal thoughts are depressing as hell..."

Kim sighed, "It's not like she's doing any better. She finally answered my call yesterday, and I had to double check who I was talking too. She's miserable, Jare."

He shrugged, "I mean what can we do about it babe? You can't get involved in people's business like that."

"They're not people. They're family." She mumbled as she clutched her coffee mug.

-

Another week had gone by, the pack all sitting in the kitchen getting ready to eat.

"Boys. We have information on the new vampires in town," Sam announced as he walked through the door with Jacob.

"They're after Bella. She had a run in with that red head we keep chasing to the border every night. Her boyfriend had tried to kill her so the Cullen's killed him, and now this bitch is assembling an army to take her out for revenge." Jacob relayed.

This grabbed Paul's attention. If they were after your sister, that meant you were in danger.

"We're going to help them fight. Our people are at risk if we let this get out of hand, or if the Cullen's lose. But until the army comes here, we're going to be sharing shifts with them to watch over the Swan house," Sam said, looking at Paul who was heading out the door.

"Paul."

"You can watch Bella from a distance. I'm taking my imprint home," he slammed the front door.

"I can't imagine that's gonna go good." Embry mumbled.

-

Your body jolted upright from the couch at the abrupt knocking on the front door. You hadn't been expecting anyone, Bella out doing who knows what with Edward, and Charlie hours away on a fishing trip.

Opening the door your breath caught in your throat.

"What are you doing here?"

"We have to go. Now." He said sternly, ignoring your bewildered look as he flew past you and up the stairs to your room.

"And just who the hell do you think you are?!" You stormed after him, appalled he was barging in your house like this.

"There's an entire army of vampires on the hunt for your sister. You're not safe here, I'm taking you to Emily's." he said as he grabbed a suitcase and started throwing random clothes in.

"You don't own me Paul Lahote. I'm not going anywhere with you." You crossed your arms as you looked at him incredulously.

He refused to look you in the eye as he spoke, his breathing heavy from your scent,

"It is still my job to protect you whether we're together or not. You don't have to talk to me at all if you don't want too, and you can sleep in the spare bedroom" He said as he continued to pack.

You laughed.

"Come to Emily's with her there? I think the fuck-"

"She's not there anymore."

"Ohhhh so because she's gone you care about me again."

He stopped, this time turning to look you in the eyes for the first time in two weeks.

"Don't you ever fucking say that. I could give a shit less about her. It's always been you. I'm....look, I'm sorry I didn't make you believe that before. You were right. And I was so unbelievably wrong. I understand why you don't want to be with me anymore. I'm not asking you to forgive me. Im asking, just for the time being, that you do this so that I know you are safe....please."

You wish you could have stopped the tears that welled up in your eyes. A part of you wanted to stay mad forever, just to make a point. But the other just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. Two weeks felt like two years apart from him, and your heart so desperately ached to be near him again.

"Fine," you whispered.

Paul looked like he wanted to say something more, his eyes lingering on yours, but he decided against it, zipping up your bag and heading to the truck.

-

Once you both arrived to Emily's the pack headed out to train with the Cullen's, leaving you both and Kim at the kitchen table.

"So you guys.....didn't make up?" Kim asked disappointed.

You shook your head, "He just wanted me here. He apologized and said he wanted me to be safe. It was left at that."

Emily reached her hand over into yours,

"Do you want to be with him?" She asked genuinely.

"I.....I mean," you sighed. "Of course I want to be with him. I just was so angry, you know?? I didn't like feeling that way in our relationship. Alone."

The girls nodded understandably.

"If it helps, he's been an absolute wreck without you. I think if anything it was a wake up call." Kim offered.

"I haven't been exactly living the best either," you slightly chuckled.

"Well. We are more than excited to have you back in the house. That being said, I'm going to need both of your help with dinner." Emily smiled as she looked at the clock, standing up.

You grinned, happy to at least be here with your friends.

-

It was the night before the fight. Everything was quiet, but you lie awake, your mind racing. You hadn't said much to Paul in the three days you were here. There were lingering stares, brushing past eachother occasionally in the hall, but no conversations had been had. You felt a pit in your stomach at the idea of this fight. What if something happened and you never got to see him again? What if the last thing you had between you two was this awkward tension? The more you thought about it, the faster the tears spilled down your cheeks. You sniffled hard.

A gentle knock at the door startled you, getting up you frantically tried to wipe them away.

There he stood on the other side, leaning against the frame. His eyes looked so exhausted, like he hadn't gotten sleep either in days. "Whats wrong?" He said softly, taking a look at your face.

His gentle voice was enough to send you flying into his embrace. You arms wrapped around him as you sobbed into his neck.

He held your waist as he walked you both backwards into the room, shutting the door. His hand caressed your face as he leaned his cheek on your forehead.

"Hey, hey. Shhhh. I'm right here. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe."

You leaned back just enough to look at him, shaking your head. Your voice was broken and trembling,

"I-I don't care that I'm safe. T-tomorrow. A-and you. What if we never-"

Paul used both hands to cradle your face.

"Hey. Listen to me. Everything will be okay. This is what we've been training for. It's us and the Cullen's against them, our numbers are stronger. I'll be fine, alright? I'm just happy you're here and away from harm."

"I can't live without you. I love you." You whispered.

Paul instantly kissed you. It was like a wave of relief and happiness washed over you as you kissed him back with every ounce of passion you could muster.

Both your tongues danced as you refused to pull away from eachother. Paul bent down only for a moment to hoist you up in his arms, taking you into his room instead.

Unfortunately due to advanced hearing, the house was no longer quiet that night.

[menlove]

one thing that adds to credibility of Paul being closeted imo, is that often he is thought of as having this internalised homophobia, if not homophobia itself, because he always mentions how un-gay he is whenever some gay subject comes up in interviews

but like, there are so many things that disprove him being homophobic, it's not even funny. going to Paris alone with gay men? Paul did that two times (three if we count John lol) and that Peter Brown story is incrediblyy suspect. what homophobic man, scared of gay, sits on the bed of his male employee and his male fling that casually late at night in his hotel room and chats them up?

most likely reason, combined with his incredibly suspect lyrics, is that he is so defensive about his sexuality because he has something to hide

THATS WHAT IIIIIM SAYING!!!! like he is so comfortable w gay people and gay culture which on its own isn't suspect but it Is when people insist he's homophobic as a Reason He's Repressed Not Closeted. and once again I must remind everyone that john nearly beat a man to death for calling him gay and was still undeniably queer.

it's just like. imagine for a moment. with me. everyone hold my hand. not claiming this is true but walk w me along this path to get to current paul that isn't "he's just repressed and stupid and doesn't even know he's bi" but is instead MY speculative timeline (somehow this turned into a mini fic or something god help me but I'M SO SERIOUS IM SO SERIOUS THIS WOULD MAKE THE MOST SENSE TO ME WALK WITH ME HOLD MY HAND)

you are born in the 1940s. you are raised by a strict man who was physically abusive & in a culture that hates gay people. you grow up watching people get killed for being queer and being bullied over your feminine features that people think make you queer. you hit puberty and Shit Gets Harder because you start finding other men hot. elvis, for one! when you're 15 you start seeing a boy around that you think is hot and it turns out he's in a band and you fall in love with his looks and his voice and then him. and he's just as insane about you. you start doing increasingly sexual things together. eventually, you're having a full blown sexual affair. while writing love songs together and growing up together. and then he gets his girlfriend pregnant. and marries her. and you lose him, a little bit. he goes off and has an affair with your gay manager & when he gets home he ruins your birthday party by nearly beating a man to death for bringing it up. you wonder what he'd do if anyone found out about the two of you too.

and then the insane happens and you end up The Most Famous Band In The World. the ENTIRE world is watching your every move. the entire world loves you. they wouldn't love you if they knew. you get a girlfriend and it's convenient because she's always gone and you're always alone. but you still have him. and other girls. through everything, you have each other. even when he says something stupid and the world wants all of your heads on a platter and he starts to fall into a depression, you still have each other. even if now you Know how bad it could be if they ever found out. and then your manager, your father figure, an openly gay man, dies. and it's not a suicide, but a lot of people think it is, and sometimes you wonder, and fuck it's terrifying, isn't it? the reality of your life, the reality of loving Him, the reality of being queer. what if that winds up being You? you start to lose Him a little bit more as you throw yourself into your work and push everyone way too hard. you propose to your girlfriend. and then you do lose Him. to a woman. which was sort of unthinkable because he was already married and never cared about her, just you. never cared about any women, just you. but he cares about Her. and you fucking lose your mind. lose yourself in drugs. blow up your engagement. propose to another girl and many more "jokingly". your one girlfriend says you had to try again or you would have gone "raving queer" and killed yourself. the whole time you're losing Him more and more. suddenly he's looking at Her like he used to look at you. you're no longer his world and what the fuck do you have? a bunch of girls you don't care about and a drug problem? and then you meet a woman who, according to you, is more woman than anyone else. she's a mother already, a family ready made when you've always wanted one. she's smart and she's funny and she's quick and you let yourself cling to her because you don't have Him and he has Her so you've got to have someone, don't you? and she winds up pregnant and that's great, that's wonderful, you're no longer in danger of dying alone and queer and sad. you've lost Him by now completely, even though you have about a month where things feel a little less awful again and you perform together one last time. you marry her and you ASK people, flat out, if they expected you to be a 26 year old unmarried queer. you fight the night before you're married for some unknown reason, so badly she almost leaves you. and then He marries Her, and everything is fine. and then it all falls apart completely. you at least had Him as your friend, your writing partner, the other half of you legally. and then he asks for a divorce. and the world ends. you don't have the band, you don't have Him, you don't have anything. you stay in bed all day, drinking, miserable. like a breakup, not just of the band.

eventually, your wife pulls you out of it. you survive. you start writing again. you write to him. you put two beetles fucking on the cover of your second album and he thinks a song you wrote about your wife's ex is about him (and maybe it is, a little) and he shoots right back. and you keep that up for a decade. writing to each other. seeing each other only in the news and in snatched moments together where nothing is the same as it was. you plead with him through your music: why do you hurt me so bad? call me, pretty baby. I'm waking up screaming over you. I can't tell you how I feel. you try and make things like they were, even a little, showing up to his house with your guitar like you're 15 again, but he sends you away. in all that time, he's basically gone to conversion therapy. he's with someone who makes disparaging remarks about his sexuality. for you, you've let yourself embrace being a bit campy, but you still can't bring yourself to be open about any of it. not with anyone but your wife.

and then you start talking again. you make up. things seem hopeful. it seems like he might still love you and he writes you a song about starting over with you. and then he's murdered. and it's senseless. it's so so senseless. and it's unfair. you lock yourself away for days listening to that song he wrote you. the media tears you apart for grieving wrong. they wish you died instead. they think you're cold. you never loved him, not like he loved you. you write a song, with tear marks on the page, telling him how much you DID love him. all the things you'd say to him if he were there with you. you write more songs about that, all centered around that theme. some of them you say are about him. others you don't. once, you say if anyone catches on you can just deny it. but he wrote you love songs too, apparently, for you, and you eventually record them with your old band

and the thing is, You are one of his widows. his name follows yours every time it leaves someone's mouth. he's all anyone ever talks about with you. he's all you want to talk about too. his legacy is your legacy. he's no longer here to tell people about his sexuality, he's no longer here to consent to everything that you were being told. he's not here. and how can you even begin to mention Your Own sexuality without bringing him up? you owe him more than outing him in death. you owe Her more than that too, because you were already cruel to her and so was the world. she's grieving just like you, you can't do that. your wife dies, and now you're her legacy too and you being queer would seem like a betrayal to her. your best friend dies, and now he's your legacy too. you aren't just you- you're Him, you're 1/2 of the living members of the most famous band to ever exist, you're Her, you're your dead wife

so when someone asks you about him. when someone asks you about being gay or calls him the love of your life. What Exactly Are You Supposed To Say?

I wouldn't say shit either

[madmilkproductionplant]

a rough list of ideas:

(quotes are either a general vibe or possible title, your choice of interpretation)

•forcemasc-

t4t engiescout; “let’s share a few beers in the workshop and i’ll show ya how men do it, kid”

mediscout; “my perfect little test subject”

engiemedic; ���anything for science”

miss pauling; “come be a real part of the team”

can you tell i am a forcemasc enjoyer lmao

•2 medics RED scout; “slut for both teams”

•2 scouts BLU medic; “you fuck him while i sit on his face”

flashfire w/ dominant pyro; “put this blindfold on and i’ll let ya kiss me”

•mediscout-

getting pulled into a deserted room for a quick fuck; “really doc? in the middle of battle!?”

blowing him under his desk ofc ofc a classic

remote control vibe in battle; “it’s frickin’ hard to aim when you’re on your 19th orgasm!”

medic inventing a strap-on with nerve endings for scout to fuck him with

exam/checkup stuff-

“testosterone can induce prostate cell growth, how about i check if it’s happened to you yet?”

“your bottom growth is coming along nicely, i’d like to measure it but it’s best if you’re fully hard first…”

what if scout was medic’s first time? yes yes don’t eat me alive medic is a gay ass hoe but IMAGINE. “damn doc, i’ve never seen ya blush like that before” x “gott, schatz, you’re going so fast, fuck, i didn’t think this would feel so good”

scout x scout (a headache/scunt double/mad as a batter)-

oogh just all of it lol idk i need to write some scunt double

fritz ludwig hierophilia/priest corruption im gonna make that man cry- “don’t worry father, you’ll still be holy so long as you don’t come”

tying engie up and setting his robotic arm to an auto-jerk-off function and making him watch helplessly as his arm overstimulates him while he begs me to turn it off

[diientedegato]

I'm curious if you have any thoughts on what Ben Paul would look like if he was alive years after S1 of TWDG :> I honestly prefer to imagine both him & Kenny going off on their own adventures after S1, because Idk if I'd've had Kenny as part of S2, it felt like when he returned it became less Clem's story & more his. That might be controversial among fans but it's how I feel :s I like to imagine Ben, Kenny & Sarita forming their own little family in fact <3 I'd expect Ben would end up with shaggier hair after a while but I wouldn't mind knowing what he'd look like with short, spiked up hair ;>

IM SORRY BOTH THE ASK AND DRAWING ARE OLD- but I came across the sketch I had eugeugeh. I do not have many headcanons but behind the cut is just a rant about. Kenny mostly. Too much should I warn? But yah I'm sorry it took me like 5 months lol

The only headcanon (regarding Ben's appearance) is that he'd keep his school jacket for as long as possible. Until it thorns apart. Or until he dies.

I'm big fan of Ben lives possibility btw I've gotta draw sum about that sometime (I say, about every twdg character i like,)

And dude, do I agree about Kenny. Man doesn't belong in season 2. The character they made him to be in the second season is not Kenny, it's just a nostalgia element. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, I'm biased as hell, I break that hug choice every time. But it made the character development in the first season just.... pointless. "For some reason, I saved that piece of shit Ben", man, that quote just disappoints me. Kenny lost everything. Father and husband of none no more, which was pretty much the arc of Kenny on the first season?? I think? . Everything he loved and he had he lost, and he killed the person responsible for it. But not as revenge, he killed a kid out of mercy. He saved the boy from suffering a painful death, and that was forgiveness, to the reason he hadn't any. He took a decision he would be fully responsible of, when it was time for him to go. And he was perfect.

Hell, if he had appeared during season 2, I do prefer the Kenny as Carver idea. Clementine wasn't even that close to Kenny in the past, the player was, so even then it feels... off, off to be forced to care about a man that says so much he wants to protect you. (They're not really family, but is as if Kenny tries to protect and have Clem on his side, to have Clem's loyalty through and through. Though he does let her go and is proud of her on her individuality... hm.) But still, I mean, second season Kenny is not first season Kenny, and it isn't even a change that made sense. If he had been antagonist (which pretty much feels like it in the Canon story already), he should have had some other background story, no Sarita or company. Maybe then the cynical view he has would have mattered. The violence and anger and whatever else. For him to change that way was a consequence of him losing what he represented, protection of family? Wasn't failure and grief and acceptance meant to be important after all?

But otherwise yea I think it would've been pretty cool if Ben survived :3 I am a sucker for tales of redemption, forgiveness, and found family. And I hadn't thought about Kenny, Ben, and Sarita, but hell yeah. Man, even if they appeared in the second season, it would've been interesting if the choice wasn't between two individuals, but between two families. Ben already had a relationship with Clem! He appreciated her and calls her his only friend during season 1, he did leave her behind during that scene, -but the point of Ben was that- He was a coward all the season, until when he wasn't. He wanted to help Lee help Clem. They would've had an interesting sibling relationship-? also Ben had a young sister before the apocalypse so ooooh projection and parallels and shi. And if Ben had lived, he would've completed his development to something close to bravery-?

Well, I don't know, at least I think that'd be one interesting way to bring back old characters. Otherwise, Kenny should only be mentioned on dialogue maximum. The way I see it.

(I repeat the same thing over and over when I talk about something I'm sorry

(I've developed no language skills whatsoever in my life

(Yippee

[p0ssywhippedcream]

I'm back again! So for me, all the one-shots where Percy is being a shit to y/n are like a series of  a toxic relationship, and I WANT HIM TO SUFFER SO BAD. It could be because I despise assholes or because he reminds me too much of my shitty ex (Percy, I adore you, but this is personal now).

Yes, my ex wasn't over his ex while being with me and told me that he preferred to still have the 140 pictures (yes, I remember this detail) of her than be with me.

Like I said before, I would love fluff, but I need vengeance! I NEED IT!

So please, I beg you! Write something that will fulfill my soul; I know you can. I only want him to pay, nothing else.

Love, THE Anon 🧚

I've tried to figure out how to say "fuck your ex" in a creative way but low-key im too tired he's just a douche n im so happy you know you deserve better n you're not with him!!! Also I wrote this sleep deprived on a 8 hour flight n actually kinda hate it but I promised so I deliver.

48 times. 48 times Percy’s called you and 48 times you haven’t picked up. It’s been about two weeks since you left and he hasn’t heard a lick of you, complete silence on your end.

For a while he respected the wall you’d put up, only because he didn’t miss what was behind it. He had Annabeth, his best friend and he didn’t need you.

Then earlier, he was doing the dishes with his mom. She was drying and he was washing and maybe he would’ve noticed her silence sooner if he wasn’t zeroed in on scrubbing off a chunk of fried egg.

When he finally looked up, Percy noticed her staring out the window with the look she only got when she was thinking of his dad and nudged her gently.

“Mom?”

Sally turned and met his questioning gaze. Her eyes were less sad, more reminiscent.

“Sometimes I just wonder, what it would have been like if he stayed.”

Percy nods, thinking of the man in the next room who stepped in the empty role his father left behind.

“I love Paul, my life now, but I just know that... maybe if he tried a little harder, you could have had it a little easier… I won’t ever forget the love I had for him because it gave me you, but I don’t think I’ll ever forgive it either.”

And now he’s sitting on his bed, slumped over his phone with so many wonders. Could you ever forgive him? Why was it so easy to let you go if it hurts so bad now? 

He calls you again, gets your up-beat ringtone and can’t help the surge of anger. It’s misdirected, you don’t deserve it and it immediately returns full force his way with a guilt tenfold.

So he calls you again and you tell him to leave a message at the beep. He hangs up before he can hear it.

His thumb hovers over the little phone on his screen, 50 times is pushing it.

He gives you a break, and waits, and waits, and waits.

And an hour later, his phone rings and he practically pounces on the device. It’s your smiling face shining up at him and your concerned voice echoing when he picks up.

“Percy? You okay? What’s going on?”

“I-I’m okay, I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Percy,” You sigh, “I was seriously freaked out, I thought you might be dying or something.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Okay.”

He heard you take a breath, holding one of his own.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“I’m- I’m sorry. I’m really sorry and really stupid and I should’ve apologized so much sooner.”

“Yeah, I know.” He winces, “Anything else?” 

“Annabeth doesn’t mean anything to me that way, it’s you. It’s always been you and I’ve been too blind to see the obvious. I thought I needed her still because I knew I could never ask you to be what she was.”

You don’t say anything, he’s compelled to go on but a little scared he’s already messed up.

“Percy, there’s so much wrong with everything you just said but I don’t have the energy to correct you. I’m tired, it’s been a long day and I really just can’t do this, okay?”

“Wait, p-please,” His voice cracks and he makes no attempt to cover it. “Can you just listen to me?”

“No, I can’t. When I said I was done, I meant it. Don’t call me again.”

And with that, the phone call is over. The dial tone is a harsh contrast to your soft voice, it breaks his heart a little more. He misses you a little more when he pulls the phone away from his ear and sees what he could have had in your profile picture. He hates himself a little more when the next number he’s calling is Annabeth’s and she’s picking up with a care in her tone he only wants to hear from you.

[britney-rosberg06]

about Those tags because i need to talk about your opinions but also am not sure on the tumblr etiquette of just ranting on ops post:

what do you think was the thinking process behind merc building the junior drivers on kimi?

i understand thinking kimi would become a good driver and should be invested in but building it up only for him seems insanity to me. mercedes surely has enough money to have a couple more drivers like ferrari and redbull so why cut paul aron (after what seemed like to me some good top3 championship results) and not even pick someone up so they could have options in case kimi needed more time or turned not to be what they hoped for?

No you’re totally right, it is insanity

Simply put, Toto Wolff kinda has an ego.

If you didn’t know, Kimi was discovered by the Minardi’s before he was even ten, who are also his managers. The Minardi’s got him in contact with Toto Wolff.

Toto has been in contact with Kimi, long before he ever joined the junior team. Kimi’s father would test Mercedes cars (not open wheel real cars) and the Wolffs and Antonelli’s were in pretty clear communication as to Where kimi would eventually go.

So he’s been watching this kid for years now and when he finally signs him (finally old enough to be signed) he keeps winning. Now, he’s got something to prove, that Merc can make drivers into greats, and he has generational talent in his team. Talent that he’s known since he was a child.

Money is no issue with Kimi. He is sponsored solely by Mercedes. While other teams (like Ferrari and Red Bull) have their drivers get their own sponsorships in order to pay for the racing fees with their academy paying a portion, Mercedes juniors - at least now that there’s only 4 of them - are all completely Mercedes funded.

Mercedes pays for everything Kimi wants to do in racing because they believe he’s that great of a driver. Because Toto tells them he’s that great of a driver. And then they see the results on track and are like “well that paid off let’s keep going with throwing money at him”

In Toto’s mind, there is no other option. Paul Aron is a great driver but he isnt the coach of Toto’s son’s karting team. Kimi is. Paul is good and fast behind the wheel but Toto didn’t watch him as a kid karting. He watched Kimi. Paul is frankly, F1 quality, but he didn’t have Giovanni Minardi whispering into Toto’s ear about how great the kid was when he was still in elementary school. Kimi did. That’s not a fault of Paul or Kimi’s it’s just the nature of how things worked out. Paul isn’t an option in Toto’s mind

And because Toto has deluded himself into thinking there’s no other option, and he’s quickly realizing that Seventeen Year Old still doing homework Kimi isn’t exactly ready. But he’s backed himself into a corner and he’s got too big of an ego to back out now.

So, he’s throwing Kimi into rigorous testing sessions and jumping him past F3 and telling the whole world he’s found the next whoever, and somehow somehow convincing the FIA to lower the superlicense age.

Toto Wolff’s massive ego has essentially caused all this imo. He saw a great driver several years ago. Was butthurt about losing Max to redbulll and decided to throw millions at this driver to try and just make the next Max himself. Hurting his other juniors in the process

(clarifying, i totally also think Kimi is a great driver, im a fan of his and I want to see him succeed. If his career is ruined by how Toto is fast tracking him, it’s Toto’s fault)

[variousqueerthings]

OKAY ten episodes into due south and we've got some new takeaways + some doubling downs

just had the christmas episode which means "just had the episode where fraser hallucinates his dad" and I am. very sure. that this show will never come to this conclusion, but mr benton fraser, your dad was not a good dad, and "wishing you'd spent more time with him so you could learn more" was never your fault and also... all this hero-worship for a man you didn't know, because he made it so you didn't know him, you may have had an icon/figure/image you wanted to emulate, but you didn't have a dad

also im perhaps doing fraser sr. a disservice, but I really do wonder about how long he knew about the dam. this was his area after all. but i think it's comforting to fraser jr to think his dad was only briefly hooked and then did the right thing immediately, but going by the hunter idk... also darnit benton fraser get that man down from the pedestal, you're doing yourself an injury craning your neck to look up all the time, when he's not worth it! (but also big big fan of this as a major blindspot he has, characterwise)

also in the christmas episode some rare rare ray backstory, and his father was abusive, so we're really getting guy A: absent father whom he wishes desperately to still be the perfect son for and live up to the Ideal of (benton) and guy B: abusive father who taught him to duck and to never hit kids (cos they don't learn anything from it), which is a very clear background for his cynicism and sense that people don't improve that we meet him with

TO GO BACK SOME EPISODES:

Pizzas and promises: fraser in ray's clothes (ray is now keeping them in a shrine in his closet)

I have said this before (somewhere to someone) and I will say it again: I like to read asexuality and aromanticism into characters, I enjoy it, I especially enjoy finding ways it can work with established canon (say, a character who does have relationships, ok so how does this work, etc) but. BUT. Benton Fraser. there's no reach?? that's just an aromantic asexual man there. to the point that it's a recurring joke that this beautiful beautiful man does not wish to flirt (or doesn't understand it's happening), does not want someone undressing in front of him (sexually, he clearly doesn't mind ray taking a shower), does not even consider himself as a sexually attractive person and is continuously surprised whenever someone else does, etc. have been informed that paul gross at one point said he doesn't think he's a virgin, which ofc opens up all kinds of new doors to think about (idk if this is ever established in the show, so we'll see, because it obvs changes the direction of thought depending on if yes or no)

but yeah, fraser literally holding a hand over his eyes because he's so disturbed by the car saleswoman undressing and then saying something like: "oh... dear. an accident..." before running out (hand still over his eyes...) -- also in that episode we have one of several "ray saves fraser in a desperate last-ditch way and fraser seems to think it's all premeditated and ray is a little frustrated" which plays very well into hc's about ray wanting fraser to Pls Stop Constantly Putting Yourself In Bodily Harms Way!!!!

Chinatown: ofc he speaks chinese. this is also such a Community Episode, continuing the idea that fraser is becoming this big name around the [insert chicago area] known for helping people (+ i bet he'd get free meals in chinatown for the rest of his life). also ray's face when he ordered at the restaurant was perfect -- just when fraser couldn't get more larger-than-life...

chicago holiday prt 1+2: ok well, obvs it's all about the bdsm club - fascinating that it's not something that makes fraser more uncomfortable than just every day life, which tbh, tracks as an aroace (in this case especially the ace part of it), because everything is sexual all the time, leather isn't distinctively sexual. "punish me I've been bad" made me fucking cackle though. y'all want fraser to be a dom so badly. that man is not a dom. at best he could do some praise kink, but that's all he's got in him - the fact that there are two police raids on this place. and like. it's not just queer people in there necessarily, but it definitely has several queer people. and the police chief calls them perverts. it's very much the overlap between kinkphobia and queerphobia (which, ultimately, is almost the same thing, in that queers are considered kinky, and kink is considered queer). so i'd say it's probably the worst look we've seen for the local police force so far BUT it does fit with the overarching setting that is: ---- systemic, casual injustice and bigotry ---- full of real-world people ---- also a little bit of a fairytale (fraser's pov of the world) ---- plays into explorations of ray who has one foot in the "real" world (which is unjust and cruel and harsh and he's just trying to survive in it without getting into too much trouble, he's just "doing his job") and one foot in fraser's world (the belief that everyone is fundamentally worthy of respect and decency, because everyone is a person, and that this respect will be paid back). he's not a perfect person, as is often shown, and this isn't his finest hour. I like that both fraser and the barkeeper AND the femmedom all call him on it in one way or another ---- am i remembering right, I believe this was also the episode where ray said he didn't even think fraser was a proper cop, because of fraser's ethos, which is very funny because... he isn't. my man is fired, he is not legally a cop anywhere, because he was too good a person for the job. he's an Embodiment. an Ideal. of Something (Justice, Decency, The Wild, idk), but he is not a cop my man. he got arrested in the raid too! in fact if it wasn't for ray imprinting on him, he'd have been in so much trouble several times! - also I mean. I said it, but if everyone wants fraser to be a dom, then people think ray's a bit subby, but going by their dynamic, ray is fraser's daddy. buys him nice stuff, makes sure he eats, socialises (with him), chastises him for putting himself in danger... anyway, obvs @gjdraws and I have ahem... discussed this

a cop and a mountie and a baby: shockingly this wasn't as gay as I thought it'd be. there's a bit of stuff when they're around the park, but actually the main takeaway of this episode is that this woman had heard of fraser's reputation and staked her baby on it, wild. fraser my guy. you're already a legend

There's a lot of I've forgotten to say/wrote to GJ in much ramblier paragraphs but The Gist

MISC: - the leather jacket fraser wears... inherited? bought in canada? it's such a distinct third Fit to his mountie clothes - fraser has some unhinged parenting takes, but who can blame him because his dad sucked!!!!! (okok, I'm over it... no I'm not) - ray... I didn't get into just how many moments there are of ray being in love with fraser, idk they just keep coming. every episode, it's like a tidal wave. think a notable one was end of "chicago holiday" where he brings fraser something to wear so they can go out together, just cos. but he does things for him "just cos" all the damn time! - elaine! third? bestie? i think she deserves to leave the police station and join them on cases! I wish to know more about her. that time she profiled someone and it was just fraser in drag (and ray recognised fraser in drag) - frannie! unconvinced by the way they wrote her in "pizzas and promises," thought she was fun in the first section, but i think the writing let down her character during the part where ray nearly drowns (OH YEAH THAT WAS GAY TOO MY GOODNESS) because like, why wouldn't she be more worried? think there were more dynamic, less "she's just shallow/ditzy" ways of writing that - the "jai ne said quoi" ongoing bit was very cute. also very gay. just. all of it is

[unvolver]

I think the reason people tend to think that it was one-sided, is that they simply don't know enough about Paul's life. unfortunately, it's the case even with some of long-time Paul fans

they see Paul's long marriage with Linda, think Paul's conservative, even believe the nonsense about Paul being homophobic, which all falls apart even when you pick up his Barry Miles book. I mean, most people still think Paul grew up in a happy environment and his dad was loving, even with tidbits of info we now have; just shows how very well Paul can cover up things he doesn't want others to know

i haven’t gotten far into barry miles book but honestly if you have eyes you can see that he obviously had mutual feelings for John whether you think they consummated it or not. also thank you for the note about his dad!! jim mccartney was 100% physically and emotionally abusive this is a nitpick i have when i read fics but im like baffled when he’s written as a loving and accepting father. (sorry for that tangent) but a lot of older generations just seem to brush aside corporal punishment and textbook abuse as normal, my parents tend to do the same when they talk about their childhood it’s just a very sad thing about the mindset back then.

to understand paul you need to get that he lies a fucking lot and that he is very concerned about how he’s perceived and his public image. he definitely fucked john more than once but sending mixed signals for the fuck of it

[molqr]

the ask game. can we get the soy

of courseeee you can its always spy pussy indulgence hour here. or however the meme goes. smiles face

this is loooowwwngg so im putting it under a cut for any poor fucker who may stumble upon it when they open the app lmfao. thanks for the ask mr musichead aka heavy tf2's husband. grins

how i feel about this character - gestures to bio and pfp and everything about me. god. im sick in the head about her. i originally didnt like spy all that much but, like a horrible mold, he grew on me when i realised that while he claims to be better than everybody else, he really isnt. maybe even a bit worse, and god, isnt that just the funniest, stupidest fucking thing ever. have you heard some of those voice lines, shes a fucking clown. anyway. i love spy tf2 but also dear god i hate him. if he was real i'd throw a brick at him and then kiss him. terrible choice really but i wouldnt have it any other way. thank you shithead frenchman with terrible horrible problems i like to study. as for a more comprehensive thing though: i really do just think spy is interesting. i think its weird and fascinating that hes so put together and so off-putting all at once. i love thinking about what happened between him and scout's mother. i like making him a pathetic absentee father. i like that he has identity issues. i like that i can make her a woman. that spy can be a bit of a wreck and extremely put together at the same time, that when a character wants to keep everything a secret, any information you have on them feels personal. i like it when spy is written the way thick fog feels. oh and did i mention i desire him most horribly. id assume thats obvious by now. spy is like a rubix cube to me. a boring little square who i regretfully want to shoot my shot at piecing together despite the fact i am not good at puzzles.

all the people i ship romantically with this character - ME MOTHERFUCKER!! kiddinggg. well. its true, but heres a better answer. tf2 is like the yaoi franchise to me, and spy is the most yaoiful of all simply because i specifically want to suck face with him, therefore, i make him suck face with many others. gay, i know. i fuck with most spy ships really, as long as theyre Good then i'll give them a shot. engiespy and sniperspy are classic general go-tos, but well written spoovy? yummmm my fucking dinnaaarrr. i also think that demospy and soldierspy can be fun if gotten right, and pyrospy just because i think it's really fucking funny. oh right and of course spyma. christ. they make me feel sickkk and one of them is barely even a proper character. sad. endlessly intruiged by their love nonetheless <3 still gotta write a fic for them sometime, i want to chew on em like a dog with a bone.

my non-romantic otp for this character - while i did literally just mention spoovy lmfao, i also just like it when heavy and spy are just close friends. they have many layers! im a sucker for the idea of spy knowing russian and that's how they start talking. i think they'd be teerrrribllleee gossips it'd be great. heavy never thought he'd be glad nobody else on the base can speak russian until he started gossiping with spy about the things hes seen on base. i know they talk sooo much shiiittttt. they probably have a bookclub too. // i also really like it when spy and pauling get to be friends, i feel like they entered some sort of understanding that while its paulings job to kill him if he keeps on snooping around, spy is going to snoop around anyway and just hope that when it happens, pauling kills him painlessly. but thats all theoreticals, right now they're talking about nothing- both kind of infuriating and relaxing for the both of them- while disposing of corpses. yknow, people who acknowledge that they might hate eachother in a slightly different world but right now they're friends because they realised overworked, tired, definitely too smart for this but still here anyway style bitches have to stick together. i think about the 'youve lied for her then?' 'oh! uh! not to you of course!' ' ,':I mhm...' interaction a lot. spy doesnt take it personally because she knows thats just paulings job, shes not surprised. she gets to be annoyed about it though, and will then do the same thing to pauling. i like their friendship. smilllessss.

my unpopular opinion about this character - i originally couldnt think of something to say in regards to spy but then it hit me like a flash of lightning. i think people make too much dark spyhead content. and i dont understand acting like the blu spy is better than the red one when theyre the same lady. back on the head though. like i cant lie i have a paticularly weakness for it at times but theres So Much Hard Angst. and it usually makes medic overly sadistic and horrible about it when i know thats not the case. 'but he kept him alive in the fridge!' says a theoretical hater. engineer was smiling when he blew of a guys arm in meet the engineer. soldier cuts off the blu teams heads and collects them. truly you can make near everything shit scary about these guys, but i just want to see more silly spyhead stuff if its going to be done so much. not to say i hate it perse i think its really fun, it just veers really heavily into overly sadistic torture stuff really fast?? my feeling on it is 'guy who watches cartoon violence and says what the fuck thats so fucked up what the hell hes dead you just hit him with a huge hammer' or something. its meant to be silly and i get wanting to have a dark spin on it, you cant forget its still silly at its core. i feel like ive complained about this before. anyway. lollipop chainsaw his ass! let him get back at medic but not in a paticularly sinister way! like, i dunno, dyeing all his birds an ugly shade of green or something. this seems more like me complaining about a trope of spy uhhh whats something more general about him as a character. errr. hes not as put together as it might seem? i think he'd be a bit more bloodthirsty about killing people when its not neccesary on missions and its just gross and weird? that people need to like, play into his grossness a bit more because hes wearing a full piece suit on a battlefield i know hes gross and sweaty. oh and that he wouldnt try to parent scout once he(scout) figures out theyre related because scout is 27 and doesnt give a fuck anymore. spy would sorta feel the need to from guilt but scout doesnt want that father-son relationship with spy because its too late and too weird. its just that spy is trying to project almost thirty years of feelings by imagining his son needs a father in his life as much as spy wanted his son in his life. but its too late. is that an unpopular opinion? idk. i just like making spy more torn up about the absentee father issue than scout is because i think its true. yeagh. out of all of them i feel like this is relatively tame in the 'unpopular opinions' levels. i have way more hot takes about the others. shruggssss

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon - more making fun of him. stomping on his ego. being afraid of pyro for no reason. acting like a weird cat. acting like he hates hanging out with the others when its obvious hes having fun deep down. getting to be a weirdo. i need to see what the finale of the 'pretends to be tom jones while scout is dying' thing is. my prediction is that soldiers going to talk about killing tom jones in comic 7 and scout goes WHAT!! BUT HE WAS THERE WHEN I DIED!! and it all comes piecing together and spy has a Horrible day. if it was up to me i'd get to see more of spy and scout's ma on dates too or something because i think theyre really cute. i want more people to mention he smells bad because of the cigarette breath and to have him wheezing and coughing and spluttering after every 5 breaths. can medic have an organ transplant hall of shame with 3 pairs of spys shrivelled lungs? please.

anyway. im very normal about The Soy.

i had to do something like this or id die. xoxo

oh and the ask game itself x <- behold

[ihavemanyhusbands]

HIIIIII! I just saw ur pick your poison prompts and im really feeling arsenic for father paul hehehehehe 🤭

-🪼

OH HELL YEAH!!!!! Also hiiiii <33

Arsenic — a burning touch, clouding of the senses, a fever that does not abate.

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There was a small grove near the bay that had an even smaller clearing nestled among the trees. There, the waves and the wind sang a soft, comforting song. The night sky was clear, so the moonlight bathed everything in silver.

From between the trees, he emerged, silent as a shadow. His dark eyes roamed over you, the same want you’d felt all day reflected in them. It was why you’d summoned him there, after all, to that hidden place where the world wouldn’t find you.

But the place wasn’t the only well kept secret between you, if all the furtive glances and covert smiles during the day were any indication.

“I’m glad you came,” you murmured as he approached.

“I don’t think I can ever refuse you,” Paul said.

He smiled sheepishly, his hands resting on your hips gingerly. It was charming, how he could still be shy about things like this… especially when you had seen other sides of him that no one else had.

“I could see how restless you were during mass,” he continued. “You weren’t having any impure thoughts, I hope?”

You shook your head, but the way you bit down a mischievous smile told him otherwise. He chuckled as your hands roamed up his chest slowly, until you could wrap your arms around his neck.

“You know my mind just likes to wander sometimes,” you said, eyes flicking down to his lips.

“Well, we ought to remedy that, don’t we?” He said, reaching up to gently grasp your chin. “I want you to stay here right here with me.”

But of course, he knew what he was doing, kissing you like that. Ever since the first time, his lips were like a sweet summer wine that left your head swimming.

His hands pointedly did not wander, but his fingers were touching that patch of bare skin between your shirt and your pants. And the way his tongue teasingly traced your upper lip… Then he pulled away, leaving you feeling like kindling right before a full flame caught.

“Did that help at all?” He murmured, the corner of his lips twitching upwards with amusement.

“No, I don’t think so,” you breathed. “But I’m always willing to try again…”

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[findmeinforks]

The Incident - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader

A little one shot that I just couldn't stop writing. A good angst to fluff (btw my fics will never be all angst, im too soft). Also do not fear, Im working on a Sam fic and part 3 to not letting you go. But you let ME know what you think of this one ❤️ 2K words

"My SISTER, Paul. She's my fucking SISTER!" you yelled, voice hoarse as your throat cracked.

"I could give a SHIT LESS WHAT SHE IS. YOU'RE. NOT. GOING." He screamed, jaw taut as he tried his best to subside the tremors that were threatening to take over his body.

You ignored the teeth he bared, shaking your head and scoffing.

"Aren't you tired of this?! I'm going over there. I HAVE to know she's safe."

"YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'LL JUST SIT BY AND WATCH MY IMPRINT GO TO A PLACE WHERE I CAN'T PROTECT HER? WHAT ABOUT ME KNOWING THAT YOU'RE SAFE?? HUH?? YOU'RE SICK IF YOU THINK I WOULD BE OKAY WITH THIS!"

"Sick?!? SICK?!? LETS TALK ABOUT HOW 'SICK' IT IS THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO KILL HER AND THE BABY. THATS MY FAMILY PAUL!"

"AND WERE NOT?"

It had been like this for a week straight. Ever since the pack stormed through the door announcing their mission to kill Bella and the unborn child within her.

You felt as though your two families had been pinned against each other. Head spinning at the idea of there being a 'choice' between your sister and imprint.

On one hand you were desperate to make sure she was alright, but also exhausted at the never ending battle with your boyfriend.

Sure you had talked to Bella over the phone, but you didn't buy into the lies like your father had. Even though you knew significantly more than he did, she still attempted to downplay the situation. She had done this numerous times since getting thrown into the vampire world, but she could only keep you in the dark for so long before you unraveled the truth.

You had to see her. Even if it was the last time. By fate, or at the hands of the pack. You had to be there for her, as she would you.

Leaving your imprint though? Was at task challenging at best. On at least four different occasions you fought with Paul for so long that Emily and Sam had to intervene, prying you two apart at the pleads of other pack members.

Emily would console you while you ranted and Sam would make Paul run off his anger in the woods. When you faced him again, it turned into a rerun of the same argument. Nobody in the house had gotten sleep, and the things were progressively getting worse.

Quil came through the door, widening his eyes.

"Just a heads up everyone, a little comedic relief does not go over well. I saw my life flash before Paul's eyes." He huffed before sitting down.

"When is this going to be overrrr?" Embry whined. He shoved his head in his hands on the kitchen table while you and Paul went at it in the front yard.

Emily sighed.

"Unfortunately sooner than you think....Y/N packed her suitcase this morning." She said quietly.

"You're not really going to let her go over there are you?!?" Kim stood up, looking at both Emily and Sam.

"If you would like to stop her, please, be my guest." Sam motioned his hand to outside, where you and Paul could be seen through the window. You were throwing your arms up and pointing fingers at him, while his voice boomed loudly, towering his large frame over yours.

Kim winced.

You had always been the calm to Paul's raging storm. 'Made him all soft' as the guys would tease. None of them had actually seen you two disagree with each other. In the mind link they saw glimpses of minor arguments, most of the time being reconciled in the sheets..

Paul eventually got an order by Sam to think about something else while on patrol. 'Literally, anything else'.

"She's not going anywhere. I can count on my hand how many times they've been apart since he imprinted. They'll work it out eventually." Jared said as he pulled Kim on his lap, taking a hunk out of his apple.

Kim didn't share a look that she believed him, worriedly looking out to where you stood.

A few moments passed when her body stiffened and she gasped, making Jared look where she was.

"SHIT! SHIT!" He said, throwing Kim off his lap.

Sam turned to look out the window in time to see Paul phase, his sharp claw making contact with your skin. Your blood curdling scream instantly had everyone else off their seats, nearly knocking each other over to race outside.

You laid on the ground as your body wracked with sobs, clutching your side. Blood gushed through your hand as you started to panic, scrambling to stand. The large silver wolf only stood for a few moments before Paul shifted back, completely horrified as he frantically tried to reach you.

He felt his heart nearly rip out of his chest as you backpedaled into Emily, who was helping to hold you upright.

"NO! NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! IM DONE!" You cried.

Sam stood in the middle of the two of you.

Paul could feel his chest caving in, hand out, speaking more gently than he had at all in the past week.

"B-baby. Please. Please, I'm- I'm so sorry baby. Please let me just see-"

"NO! I'm done. I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm done." You repeated like a mantra, limping to the car.

"Y/N you cannot drive like this..." Emily attempted to say as she stepped in from behind you. She could see your anxiety was heightened, and afraid to set you off further.

"I have to go," you choked, on the verge of tears as you tried to open the drivers side. You had yet to even notice the gash in your side, adrenaline pumping wildly through your body.

Paul made his way around Sam, grabbing your other arm that was holding the door.

"You are crazy if you think I'm letting you leave like this. Please come-"

You yanked your arm from his grasp.

"Don't. Let me go!" You said coldly.

Paul froze. He couldn't move. You never spoke to him like this. Even in the numerous fights you two had this week.

Every single instinct in his body needed to help you. He knew you were downplaying your injuries. He knew he just royally fucked everything up. But the absolute last thing you could do was walk into a house full of vampires dripping in blood. Fucking doctor or not.

"Come inside and let me take a look at you, okay? Please." Emily said to coax you, frantically looking at your wound.

This made Sam follow her gaze, looking down to see the blood pouring from your side hadn't stopped, and you were growing paler by the minute.

"Y/N....you're going to stay here and I'll call Sue." He said in an authoritative voice, leaving no room to argue as he turned to start dialing the number.

You almost argued. You almost fought both of them on the subject. Your stubbornness almost won.

But you felt an immense pain. So strong you don't know how the hell you didn't notice it when you stood up.

That couldn't be good.

"....Y/N?" Paul said, barely above a whisper. Tears were now silently streaming down his face as he held both hands out slightly. Not close enough to touch you but to be prepared in case you fell.

You could feel yourself start to float in and out of consciousness. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on something. You looked at his hands that were outstretched.

Those hands that you held on your first date. The hands that hover your back anywhere you go. The hands that lift you up from the couch on movie nights to bring you to bed. The hands that move in just the right way when making love to you. The hands that were now shaking, not out of anger, but fear. You loved those hands.

"Y/N? Baby?" Paul said louder, more urgently as he could see you fading.

You watched him get blurry as the world started to spin.

"Paul," you murmured, before fading into darkness. The last thing you remember were the hands that caught you before you hit the ground.

"Y/N!!!" Paul screamed as he caught your body falling into him.

Sam ran back, telling him Sue was just up the street. He instructed Paul to carry you inside and onto the bed. The pack dispersed, each trying to find something to help you such as towels, an emergency kit and pillows.

Paul held you close as he lay you down, while repeatedly whispering in your ear.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so-so sorry. I cant lose you. Youre everything to me. I'll never yell at you again. I swear on my life. You can do whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I love you." Paul pressed kisses to your hairline when Sue and her nurse friend entered.

Jared reluctantly came in behind them to lead Paul out of the room as they worked.

"Come on man, she'll wake up soon I promise."

After he was guided out, Paul slid down to sit on the other side of the door, refusing to move. Jared didn't push it, leaning down to sit next to him.

"Sue's seen this kind of stuff before. Just needs stitching up and stuff," Jared reassured as he put his hand on Paul's shoulder.

"It's not the injuries I'm worried about. So much as what she'll think of me when she wakes up. I....I fucked this one up, Jare."

"If Emily can forgive Sam, I think Y/N will forgive you. She's crazy about your ass."

Paul just nodded, praying he was right.

~

Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you woke. You looked around to see that you had been bandaged up along your left side, an IV attached to your arm sat close by. You attempted to sit up, whining when the pain wouldn't allow it. Within a few minutes Emily entered, her face showing relief.

"You're up! How are you feeling?" She checked the IV before sitting on the edge of the bed, careful of your body.

"Sore...where's, where's Paul?" Your heart ached as you started to replay what happened. There was no doubt in your mind what happened was an accident. You had seen the signs he always warned you about, and chose to ignore them in the heat of the argument. Not only that, but the look on his face when you had refused him was too much to bare.

Emily smiled, not expecting you to want to see him so soon.

"He's just outside the door. Hasn't moved. He didn't know if you'd want to see him..."

"I need to talk to him."

It hadn't even been a few seconds when Paul stood at the door. He looked more out of shape than you did. The disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes told you he hadn't slept in days.

"I'll give you two some space. Just holler if you need anything," Emily spoke as she stood up, making her way around him and down the stairs.

Paul remained where he stood,

"If you don't want to be with me I understand. I have no words for my actions other than I am so...." he cleared his throat, trying not to cry. "So incredibly sorry I put you through this. I put you in danger when I was trying to keep you out of it. You don't have to stay I-"

"Paul please just kiss me." You interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest as you already made up your mind in forgiving him.

He stood for just a moment longer, trying to comprehend if he heard you correctly. It was when you weakly opened your arms for him that he wasted no time in rushing over to you, cupping your face and gently yet passionately kissed you with everything he had. Tears flowed his cheeks at the relief that you still wanted him. Even after everything he had put you through.

You two pulled back for air after a moment, and you ran your hand through his hair.

"I forgive you, okay? I can't imagine my life without you."

He let out a breath, smiling for the first time in weeks.

"It will never happen again. I swear on my fucking life baby." He caressed your hair, neck, landing his palm on your heart.

You two sat like that for awhile. Almost scared to leave each other's presence. You two talked for hours on the bed. Paul had confessed that the night before, while you were sleeping, the pack had fought with the Cullens. You learned that Paul refused to go, not wanting to leave your side. You were grateful to hear that Sam didn't push on him being there, knowing you were all that mattered to him, and he'd refuse him if he had too. Even if it went against his every instinct as a wolf. Turns out that Jacob had imprinted on your niece, and Bella had survived, now as a vampire.

You weren't particularly thrilled your sister was now a bloodsucker, but as long as she was alive, you were happy.

Paul eventually made his way to the other side of the bed, kissing every exposed inch of you, whispering all the things he loved about you in your ear until you fell asleep.

When your heartbeat slowed down and he was sure you were out, he reached down and felt the velvet box in his pocket. No doubt in his mind about the future you both held.

[lonestarfangirl2014]

IMAGINE 10 YEARS POST CANON AND TYSON IRIS MESSAGES PERCY OUT OF THE BLUE.

"NEW SIBLINGS BROTHER!!!!!!!"

new campers have been showing up.

And before they know it cabin 3 is overflowing with kids. Maybe a few are twins and maybe 3 kids are even triplets.

And once percy and tyson show up the new kids all collective freak out.

Because you know 18 year old harley would hype tf out of the two older sons of poseidon.

....

imagine estelle reaction.

She'll either go

"OH THANK POSEIDON!" As she's a extremely sociable person and now she'll have even more of a excuse to actually head off to camp half blood herself during the summer.

even if she's completely mortal I feel like a exception would be made for her.

Of course she's allowed to stay in cabin 3! you really think poseidon would want to risk angering his sons if she was denied entry. Amphitrite would have his head if he did that!

Lol I can just imagine Paul and sally tagging along to since i think its canon(please correct me if im wrong) that once upon a time parents could go to camp for a day or so for parents day or something.

Or estelle could be like

"WTF POSEIDON!"

THERE IS NO IN-BETWEEN!

Despite the age gap between percy, tyson and her I bet you estelle still got spoiled like crazy growing up.

Speaking from personally experience my older siblings are 15-17 years older then me but I still have memories and momentos of time spent together which was a heck of alot of time.

And now estelle has to share her big brothers with a group of other kids?? Litteral strangers at that!

Lol she would probably still be upset even after sally and Paul had a talk with her. Until she heads off to camp herself and sees these kids herself.

Imagine if one of the younger ones lost their mom or other dad right before they had a satyr take them to camp. Mirroring percy in a more tragic way.

*cue sally and Paul in instant adoption mode*

Or *cue percy and his significant other in instant adoption mode*

*CUE TYSON AND ELLA IN INSTANT ADOPTION MODE*

AND just imagine this kid is a head shorter then estelle and maybe a bit of a crybaby(who can blame them) and their probably 2 or 3 years younger then her making them 8/7. This litteral child would probably be ultra attached to percy and tyson because the centaur who is apparently their uncle says that's their big brothers who are heroes of olympus. The kid never had big brothers let alone siblings before and percy and tyson just let them cling for a bit.

At first estelle was upset

But!

Imagine sally telling her daughter about what happened to her right before percy got to safety inside of the camp borders.

Imagine estelle trying to imagine life without her mom and dad and its just not computing for her.

Imagine percy sitting her down to talk. Big brother to little sister.

Imagine him reassuring her that she would always have a piece of his heart. Estelle was the one who got to know percy as she grew up. He's not just some stranger that popped up out of nowhere after she heard story after story about his adventures from a older camper. He's her big brother and has always been her big brother.

But now it was time for percy to put everything he learned about being a good big brother to use for the other demigod children of his father. His love for Estelle will never change nor will it ever diminish but his heart is still big enough to accept the other kids to.

[odiesdayoff]

Parent-Teacher Conference

pair: Burt Fabelman x fem!reader

summary: As Sammy’s teacher, you request a meeting with his parents. Maybe you get a bit too close to his recently-divorced father...

warnings: inappropriate relationship & age gap (all legal no worries); drunk kisses

im sorry steven spielberg for writing about your fictional father. ur fault for casting paul dano.

originally supposed to have smut but then i put off writing this for months.

this is not very proofread, i needed this out of my google doc

You were always glad to hear the final bell of the school day. All the students in your last-period class spilled out of the room and you were left with a silent room for the first time throughout the day. As much as you loved teaching and all of the students you had, there was something special about not having them around.

Just as your bag was packed and you nearly started to put your jacket on, you heard a knock coming from the doorway. A man stood in a brown suit with a white button-up shirt underneath. His hair was neat and only a strand fell in front of his face, right in front of his circular glasses. He looked familiar and you guessed that he was a parent of one of your students, which was highly unusual.

“You’re Miss L/n, right?” You nodded and his confused expression turned into one of satisfaction, “I’m Sam’s father. I believe you sent a note home wanting to talk?”

You waved him inside and gestured for him to pull up one of the student chairs to your desk, “I have to say, it’s unusual that I see a father come in for a meeting like this. Nice to show involvement in your child’s life.” He grinned in response, awkwardly sitting in the chair that was a little bit too small for him.

He folded his hands and rested them on the desk, “Well, my- she’s very busy right now.” You caught his smile falter for a moment before he returned to his cheery disposition.

“I’m glad you’re here. I just wanted to talk about Sam’s performance in class. For the past few weeks, I’ve noticed him becoming a bit distant during class. His performance on assignments hasn’t changed, he’s still quite the exceptional student,” You tried to search your desk for his latest essay, a creative writing piece that you were absolutely blown away with. It seemed to be under the pile of useless announcements and other things the administration had given you during the day.

You finally pulled the essay out and handed it to him, “He's about to start filling out college applications and I think that it would look better if he was in a higher-level class. I only teach A-track classes, but I spoke with the honors English teacher and she would be more than willing to accept him mid-year. It’s up to you to decide if that’s a good idea for him.”

He let out a sigh and a bit of a laugh, “I thought this would be a disciplinary meeting, so this is fantastic to hear.”

“Don’t worry, sir, he’s a wonderful kid. I just think he’d be happier with more stimulation, especially with all of those films he’s making,” You never actually saw one, but you certainly heard all about it from the students and faculty, “I usually let parents discuss this at home before making a decision, unless you’re on the same page as Mrs. Fabelman.”

He scratched the back of his head, “My wife, she’s, well, not really my wife anymore. Sam was the one that discovered everything first, actually. You see, she’s actually in love with my best friend and now my girls are in another state with them, and Sam’s with me.” The silence in the room was a bit deafening. You had no idea how to respond, “That’s primarily why I was so concerned with this meeting. He’s dealing with that whole situation and I just want him to be happy, you know?”

Hesitantly, you nodded. 

“Oh dear, what am I doing? You don’t want to hear any of this,” He wiped his face with his hand and stood up from the chair, making a screeching noise against the floor. 

You followed his movement, standing as well, “It’s okay! I was gonna leave after this, would you say yes if I offered to buy you a drink?”

~~

It wasn’t California’s nicest bar, but it gave a sort of homey feeling that you--and by association, Mr. Fabelman--needed right now. Not many people were here, given the fact that it was barely five in the afternoon. 

Sitting next to each other in a booth, he spoke about his life while you listened and nursed a long island iced tea. Other than a few antics from his wife--or ex-wife?--and children, it seemed highly normal, and if you were being a bit rude, mediocre. You could tell by the more personal he got about his life story, the more the alcohol was in the driver’s seat.

Once he asked about you, it seemed to have snapped you out of your listening mode. You took a sip of your drink, “There’s not much to say about my life, really. I had a pretty normal childhood, went to college, and now I’m working.”

He raised a brow, “What about romances? Surely, you’re married or at least dating someone!”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks before you shook your head, “It’s not really a priority for me. The last time I seriously dated someone was in college, but obviously, that didn’t work out.” 

“It’s hard to believe someone as beautiful as you is still single,” He stared into your eyes, almost in a daze, or perhaps, he was mesmerized by you. The alcohol was definitely in his system, but there was enough in yours as well to find it a bit endearing. He was a good-looking guy with a few family issues, not too much of a red flag. The age was a concern, though.

He kept his blank stare for a moment, then leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You weren’t sure how to react, looking back at him with doe eyes once he pulled away. He shuttered, maybe out of embarrassment, and quickly began to stutter through an apology, “I don’t know what came over me, I-”

Without much thinking on your end, you grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a second kiss. You could taste the faded chapstick on his lips even once you separated. 

It was a sort of post-kiss clarity that suddenly hit you and the situation you were in finally was realized. Your eyes widened and your hand went to your forehead, pushing some of your hair from your face, “Oh my god. This is so unprofessional”

You quickly grabbed your bag and jacket before rushing out, despite Burt’s protests. You couldn’t believe it, kissing a student’s father deliberately. If anything gets out, your job is gone.

~~

“Once again talking about our short stories, I want to remind you all that there is a twenty-page limit and it is due on Friday. Write about anything you want,” You leaned against your desk while the students rolled their eyes and groaned over the big project of the semester. This was usually the case for anything you assigned, despite how fun you might've thought it was.

Before anyone could complain any more about the assignment, the bell rang. In mere seconds, your full room of students was empty. You sat on your desk and pushed some ungraded tests aside. That was a job for you tomorrow, or maybe tonight if you were bored. It’s not like you had much going on in your life.

A few birds flew past the window and for a moment, you longed to be one of them. Your concentration on them broke with a knock at the doorframe and the familiar Sam Fabelman standing next to the light switch. 

You gestured for him to come in and watched as he anxiously walked into the classroom and sat at the frontmost desk, “I’m moving classes on Monday. It’s official.” He had a faint smile, but it didn’t look necessarily happy. He was a boy that had naturally sad eyes, much like his father. They were much more noticeable now.

“You’re an exceptional student. As much as I love having you in class, you’re just too advanced for it. It’ll look great on your resume for schools.” You tried to reason with him. He sighed, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

He looked down, “Can I still have lunch here?”

With a soft smile, you nodded and checked your watch, “Aren’t you going to miss the bus?”

He flinched for a moment, then realized the time as well. He sprang from his seat and rushed out of the classroom, waving a quick goodbye before disappearing completely. 

He was a good kid. You couldn’t help but admit that you were a bit sad not to have such a kind soul in your classroom every day. It certainly beat the cookie-cutter California kids that drowned the population of the school. 

You didn’t want to get attached to any students, knowing that they would leave after ten months and be replaced like clockwork. Hopefully, when he eventually gets famous for his little movies, he would remember you. Or thank you, if you wanted to be a bit delusional.

More papers were stacked in front of you, finally meticulously graded. The weekend was upon you. No more students and your clock was going to run out in just a few minutes. No longer contractually obligated to be in the building. Like Cinderella, but instead of midnight, it was 4 pm.

You locked your classroom door behind you and fixed your bag on your shoulder. As you turned, there he was, standing right in front of you. You jumped back and held your chest. 

Burt Fabelman in the flesh.

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Fabelman.” You caught your breath and regained your normal stance.

He smiled at the sight of you. “I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay with Sammy and his class transition,” He paused, “And between us.”

This wasn’t exactly what you wanted to deal with at the moment or deal with unprepared, but such is life. You looked at him with a soft smile, “Of course it is. Look, we’re not bound to a parent-teacher relationship now, so we can just call it water under the bridge.”

You nodded and began to continue your walk to your car, hoping that he wouldn’t follow. You weren’t exactly so lucky in that department.

He was hastily following you, now stuttering over his words and making whatever he might be trying to say incomprehensible. You could hear his footsteps over everything else. He caught up, “Would it be unprofessional to ask you out, for real this time, considering that we technically have no relationship with each other inside the school?”

You knew that this was coming and every cell in your body was screaming at you to decline his offer. You knew what that might entail if one nosy parent or student caught wind of your escapades and eventually traced your relationship with him to the parent-teacher meeting. However, he was attractive. And you would be lying if you said that you didn’t think about kissing him again or doing more.

“I…Yeah. I’d love to go out with you.”

[trippinsorrows]

rant incoming lol don’t mind me just processing the latest chapter of ltye - your writing is so amazing ari you got me out here basically analyzing every single line of every chapter (for all your stories) and looking at every little thing like im back in english class reading shakespeare and writing reports on each section 😂 (your stories are so good the english major in me just comes out when i read them)

i’ve been thinking about the scene in the beginning where roman is discussing the events of what happened with his cousins and paul. solo said some really interesting stuff, it seems to me that we’re finally seeing him start to crack in front of his family and unable to keep his damn mouth shut. talking all that shit about his cousin’s wife and saying it with his chest is so wild.

a looot to unpack here with the whole interaction. my take is that solo has always felt like the “insignificant little brother” having to work twice as hard to prove himself as the baby of the family and prove that he deserves a seat at the table with his older brothers, despite all of them being family. yet, in his eyes, it was still never enough.

you kinda hinted at it in earlier chapters and with solo’s borderline hostile interactions with solana, but something tells me deep down he’s angry and has always felt like he was living in the shadows of the twins and roman. he’s envious and maybe even resentful of how close the 3 of them are and feels that it should rightfully be him. he’s the “outsider” and the ultimate insult to him was his “demotion” to being assigned as Solana’s protector.

,,there’s nothing more important than brotherhood, alright” rikishi saying this further proves to me that even their own father could see the unbreakable close bond roman and the twins have and how they basically run in their own pack of 3. and whether they realize it or not, solo might be their brother, but roman is their uce. even rikishi can see it.

anywaysssss he’s still tweaking and i just know the beat down he’s getting when roman finds out he’s an opp will feed families for generations to come!! :)

ahhhh, i loved reading this! never apologize for ranting, friend! ❤️

you being an english major and reading my typo ridden stories is a lil anxiety inducing, ngl. cause believe it or not, i'm pretty damn good when it comes to english and grammar, but i deadass break the rules all the time when it comes to that and my writing. 🤣

you're bringing up and highlighting some interesting sections. as we can see, solo has transitioned from being that quiet guard we forget is there half the damn time to someone who's now openly criticizing roman with his family.

one would wonder, and you've highlighted some valid points, where did this come from? was it always there? why now? granted, we can't forget how in that earlier chapter he did in fact tell roman he doesn't feel like what he's doing is important, per se. and roman promptly put his ass in his place.

so, it's a bit bewildering that even after that, solo seems to up the ante. does he resent solana? why when everything is already a mess would he start talking shit on roman.

there's just so many unknown variables, and it it'll be interesting to see how it all plays out. 😅

[annika-thelostlove]

Arranged Apart - Percy Dolarhyde x you!Reader

Word count / 2699

Excerpt / Two years have passed since you left the town of Absolution, and you are anxious to know if he is married. Hard to imagine a woman who wouldn't want a rich man like him. He's also not so drunk and a nuisance anymore since you've known him. A handsome man like Percy could not be without an admirer for long. You sigh and hope you're not too late.

Authors note / I am not a writer, it's been many years since I've attempted fan fiction. This is my first one in probably decade. I was terrible at it then, im still pretty terrible now. But I love Paul and this character so much (bc Im weak for cowboys) so i'm jumping in, so heres my attempt at making more content for danonation 💕. Im still not well versed in categories for fanfic, i tried to make it gn, but i think i slipped many times and so the fic implies you to be more of a fem character. There are likely many mistakes and typos. Plz forgive me! 🙏

Warnings / minor character death, just fluff and some angst. I can't think of anymore 😅

Percy was your fiancee for the last two years, and even before that your parents had arranged your courtship for one year. But now it was all coming to an end. Your parents break to you the news that the engagement is over, because your family has come by some big money this time, and you no longer need to marry Percy.

Knowing them, they mean that you will have the prospect of marrying someone richer.

The ground feels like it cracks beneath your feet. It's finally going to be over, pretending to be in love with the man-child of this town. You are finally rid of him, he never wanted you around anyhow, you think.

At the beginning that's how you felt, you hated him to the bone. He was a nuisance, loud and presumptuous. Drunk and bored. But you couldn't help yourself, when over the years he had been there for you in ways your parents never had been. The private embraces, exchanging letters of secrets and hopes sent to each other in the night. He knows your childhood dream, to be free, to explore the world. And you know his own struggle with his feeling of aimlessness. Your berating for each other at the start, turned almost into affection. You became friends, and then to you it suddenly became something more. You fell in love with Percy.

Quickly after being dismissed by your father, you run out of the house excusing to run some errands. No horse was in the stables, so you run all the way through past the town and towards the Dolarhydes family home, sweat dripping down your neck, you begin to call out for Percy.

"Percy! Percival! I have news!" You huff, voice breaking.

A sullen Percy walks around the corner of his porch and spots you catching your breath. He looks away and mutters. "Yes, I've heard it. The big news."

"Yes, well- im"

"Congratulations. Its great news! What you've always wanted right?" A hint of bitterness was in his voice.

"Well, it seems to have some benefits for both of us! I mean freedoms we didn't have before- I- im just worried about what would the town say about us breaking off the engageme-" he stops and drops whatever he was holding before, his whole body seemed to shake Slightly.

"Stop that, you're worrying, dollface" He chuckles quietly. His expression was completely unreadable. "You know I've always hated that." He scoffs then took a steadying breath. And a pinched look entered his face. "It was about time anyway-"

"About time..?-"

"Yes, that we ended this whole shenanigan. It was getting tiring pretending to like each other wasn't it?"

"Pretending? I like you! Well- as a friend, i like you the right amount as a..friend"

"Ha! Are we now? Friends?" He puts a finger on his chin sarcastically asking. "You really think that? I've always saw us either as a…little more than that, or maybe a little less? Whatever we are, we sure aint what people call friends" he laughs like it's the best thing he's said, as you try and punch his arm and he dodges it. You hate his humor, he's not funny at all. But he sure thinks so.

"Screw you Dolarhyde!! Thats uncalled for! The last three years I've stood by you!"

"Aw what's wrong doll, you only want me for my money and my luscious locks!" He continued to tease you, he can never be serious when you need him to.

"Percival, you're my closest friend and you know it!" Tears began to gather in your eyes, but you were sure not to let him see.

He chuckles like he knows already, his expression suddenly sad. "yeah i know, and for what? It was still always gona come down to that darn money, wasn't it doll." He tips your chin. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here, you would be out exploring the world years ago!" He chuckled with his smirk. Something resigned behind those green eyes.

You couldn't respond, confused angry tears threatening to run down your face. A dull pain is in your chest, you think its possibly the feeling of your heart breaking. Because Percy always knew you so well. And he was always so rude about it. Just like now. But it was true. Hes right, It is about the money. The money was all your family talks about, the money to make your family proud of you, maybe if you had enough of it, then they could love and respect you. You wanted it. Wanted it more than you wanted Percy. At least you think you do. He looked at your face, and you swear you saw regret. He sighs and walks away a moment, and returns walking alongside his horse towards you.

"Why don't you get out of here sweetcheeks. This is your chance, leave this town." He pauses and walks back to you. Taking your hand in his and looking into your eyes. "Please, so you can live your dream"

He lifts you onto the saddle of the horse. Thoughts racing. And heart conflicted. Mounting the horse, you whisper to him. "What if…what if I could fall in love with you?" Would you make me stay? Part of your question left unsaid.

He throws his head back, and laughs. "Then you would be trapped here forever. Sweetheart." His voice with so much sorrow. "Don't ever do that, you'll have to be dimwitted to have feelings for a Dolarhyde. Don't feel bad about leaving me behind, I would hate you more if you do."

Too bad, you have already gone and done exactly that. But it seems he doesn't want you to stay.

—-------

A few weeks later your family and you are gone. Everything was packed up on the train along with you, making your way to the city of your choice. And looking out the window, feeling like you made the wrong choice. Every cell in your body wants to return to him.

Meanwhile Percy moved into the house he was building with his father. It was the wedding gift they were preparing for you. Though now there was no wedding and no you. The date for the cancelled wedding passes. And Percy walks out onto his new porch, sits on the steps and cries.

—----

London was empty, so was Rome, and Paris. And every other place you thought you wanted to explore, you meet more men in a year than you have ever met in your 22 years of life. Every offer of marriage felt more fake than whatever you had with Percy. It was no use. You loved him, and your familys love of money was getting in the way of all of it. Tainting it all. You have all the money you could ever want now, but evey night you still dream of the same sad green eyes you had left behind.

Finally at your wits end, one night you break into the family safe to take your portion of bonds and money, and pack a bag easy enough to carry. You notice something else too, post cards and letters addressed to Percy, and to you. Your family has been keeping you apart, and makes you more determined to make this choice of escaping this life of pretentiousness and greed. You swiftly run into the night. Making the dangerous journey back to America and back to Percy.

Two years have passed since you left the town of Absolution, and you are anxious to know if he is married. Hard to imagine a woman who wouldn't want a rich man like him. He's also not so drunk and a nuisance anymore since you've known him. A handsome man like Percy could not be without an admirer for long. You sigh and hope you're not too late.

After a dangerous boat ride across the continents for weeks, taking the sleeper train and then on horseback to their old Town. You persisted with only Percy in your mind. Unsure if Percy would still even want to see you.

Finally back in town, the news spreads quickly. You're back, a woman travelled alone. Percy hears of it and starts to hope. But he can't assume you are unattached, you may have only travelled ahead of your husband.

You on the other hand stay at the inn and ask around for news of Mr Dolarhyde. A group of older women at the dining hall look at eachother grimmly. "Oh, mister Dolarhyde, that trouble maker, he passed away last winter. There was a bad flu that came by last year, it did not agree with him, and it took him in his sleep. It did not help that he refused medication, stubborn boy that one. So sorry my dear."

Frozen, you could only nod slightly, the news numbs you and you excuse yourself quickly. Feeling your self crumbling from within. Running to your horse quickly, you ride off to the home you were meant to share together. You don't even notice that it looks occupied. All you had in mind was Percy, and a mountain of pain that was quickly tumbling out of your chest. You climb off your horse weeping, uncontrollable. Calling for him through tears.

"Percy! My beloved Percy! Why did they take you away!"

Inside the house Percy could hear a commotion, a quick sound of a horse galloping then someone wailing his name. Sounds familiar, but. It can't be.

He rushes to his front porch and he sees you curled over on the dirt by the steps of his house. He says your name, unbelieving that you were there.

Looking up you see him standing over you. An illusion, like an apparition. Its percy in the flesh.

Then your eyes roll up into your head and you faint.

—------

When you wake, you are in a bed, a nostalgic smell hits you straight in your chest. It's undoubtedly the scent of Percy you missed so much, a mixture of the musk of his clothes (though a bit cleaner), damp wool and saw dust. You were home. He notices you awake, and speaks first.

"I heard you were back in town."

"Yes, since yesterday. Why did you not greet me?" You ask him.

"I didn't think you'd like to see this old face." He smirks. Trying to lighten the mood.

"I-, percy your father…he died last winter?." Changing the subject. This gave him pause.

"Yes he did. And I took over everything."

"I'm so sorry Percy, we're you alone at his passing?"

"I was." Was. Perhaps not anymore. "And I also sold the old house to one of our farmers. I live here now."

"I'm so sorry Percy. I wish I were here." His face pinches, but he tries to hide it.

"I wish you were here also."

"Percy, I never should have left-"

"No, I'm fine. I'm- I'm better, different, than I was. Maybe-" maybe now i could be better for you. He wanted to say. "I, hope that you feel welcome back here."

Percy escorts you back to your inn. You miss your chance of telling him your feelings. You're still processing how hes changed, and you're unsure if he already is married. You noticed his house had many things that women often liked. Specifically things you seem to be fond of. Some of your favourite flowers in a vase, and what looked like his mother's ceramics displayed in places. The walls were painted deep red, (it was at first yours and then percys favourite colour) is painted on the walls. The house had perhaps a woman's touch.

Percy may have a wife.

You quickly spend the next hours, with the dreaded thought that percy had someone else. A woman that percy loved. Where she comforted him in his grief, and painted his house red with him, when he would check on the cattle, she would wash his clothes and percy would buy her flowers. You get drunk from the heartbreak. The other ladies at the saloon below the inn watch you with curiosity, gradually getting drunk. They see the opportunity to ask about you.

"So little madam, when is the husband coming to join you?."

"No husband. Jus- me. Alone." You sob.

"Oh, I see. Dear have you returned for marriage perhaps? Looking for a husband?"

"I don't want, I'm..not looking."

"Oh, a career woman, I see."

"Maybe, but. No, no career. I have..I have nothing." Which was not really true because you have stacks of bonds in your luggage. And yet. "I just want him." You sob.

The ladies eyes grow round with intrigue. "Oh. Who, my dear?"

"My beloved Mr. Dolarhyde." Sadness takes over your drunkenness. "He must love someone new."

They all look at one another in surprise. They touch your hand to shake you from your deep thoughts. "Percy has not looked at another girl in many years, dear."

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Percy is in his night clothes, looking through some old papers when he gets loud thumping footsteps on his porch, before loud banging on his door.

"PERCYVAL!" You yell, sounding drunk.

He hurries to open the door and hush you. "What has gotten into you, scaring me twice in one day! You are about to make my eye pop out of its socket woman!" He whisper shouts at you. It feels like the old Percy, and it makes you smile "Did anyone see you come here alone? What will they say-"

"Percy, I don't give two shits about what people are gonna say. I here to tell you, I'm in love with you." He stares at you frozen.

"You're drunk"

"Nope, I got plenty sober running all the way here. I love you. I still love you."

"But you only realised it when you went aay" it was meant to be a question, but was more like a statement.

"Nope, well, I thought the world could offer me more. But, I was wrong about that. I've loved you even before, when we rescued some chooks from that coyote, remember that? It was ever since then. I loved you then." You end your little speech with a smile. You feel sober, but you're likely far from it.

"But, that was- that was maybe a year before you left"

"Yes"

"But you left"

"I did" he gives you a hard look.

"Are you kidding me!" His outburst surprises you, yelling obscenities, reminding you of the old percy. He grabs a quilt to scream into. It goes on for a few seconds. Then a quiet weeping began. His shoulders lifting from his sobs into the fabric. "I should have said something. For two fucking years. I-" A very long muffled 'fuck' is yelled into the blanket. "You could have stayed-"

You gently pull his quilt away from his face, his face red and distraught. But it's the face you missed so much. Your hand cradles his cheek and he leans into it. "What, what is it perce?"

"I love you too. I missed you. I wish you stayed." His whisper, so gentle. His confession like a balm over both your broken hearts. His tears wet your hand. "Why did you still go?"

"I thought you didn't want me, I was the little nuisance who just wanted your money. Even when we became friends, i thought even more of how you could have found someone else if you weren't stuck with me"

"You're kinda stupid"

"Same goes to you dimwit. Why didn't you tell me to stay?"

"We'll my reason was less stupid than yours, I thought your true love was to see the big wide world."

"Well, I saw it. Just felt small without you."

He scoffs

"I hate that" you know what his scoff means, he acts like he hates it, but it always means the opposite.

You pull his collar down to meet his lips with yours.

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A/N / few loose ends, like the money she ran away with, her family retaliating. Will they run away together, will they stay in Absolution, will I write steamy dirty smut for this, will they have many babies, will reader start a career? Its up to interpretation. Who knows what I'll do 🤨