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talas-starlight · 4 years

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Lover - Percy Jackson x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve crushed on Percy for years, him on the other hand? It’s more of a recent development. That doesn’t mean he likes you any less.

(Older Percy & reader - they're like 21) ALSO idk perfectly what happens in trials of apollo so let’s just ✨ignore that ✨ & this isn’t sexual despite what the title may suggest

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

A/N: hi friends this is for @fromthewatertribe ‘s 1k follower event!! Im sure most of you have but if not definitely check out their work!! Its soooo good I promises and ugh their Leo fic?! *chefs kiss* anyway idk if this is any good oop I tried

PROMPTS USED: 9 & 11. (they’re bolded)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of ptsd & anxiety, kissing stuff lol ish eh idk, mentions of percabeth breakup?? Does that count?

MASTERLIST: here!

An obnoxiously red and orange light filters into the motel room, even with the old and tattered curtains closed, the motels’ sign conquers its way through the fabric. Sighing you flop yourself on the faded, probably twenty-year-old bed. Nose scrunching as some dust raises into the air, consequently letting out a sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Did you just bless yourself?”

You winced at the reminder someone else was in the room, exhausted after the two-day travel to a motel room in the middle of whoop. “Yeah…”

“You really are something, aren’t you?” At the calm amusement evident in his tone, your heart rate began to slow down. He didn’t think you were crazy.

You let out a breathy laugh. Wow, I wonder how those stains got on the ceiling? Lava monster perhaps? Are those even a thing? Probably.

“Yeah… well, someone has to Jackson.” You glance towards him, he’s sitting at the small, poor excuse of a dining table. Heart rate picking up again as he gives you a small smile, already having his eyes on you this entire time.

“If I don’t, who will?” you continue.

“Touché. In that case, I’ll do the blessing from now on; you deserve a break.” Shooting you a wink. Instantly feeling flustered at his action, you fight the urge to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, Percy, if only you knew you’ve already been blessing me for the past six years.

“Even say…. If we’re in a battle?” you muse.

He gets up from the table and walks towards you. Once he reaches your side of the queen bed, he kneels, grabbing the hand closest to him, while putting his other on top of his heart. “Oh, y/n l/n, even with my dying breath.”

With that, you burst into a fit of laughter. This boy and his sarcasm.

You play along. “Hmmm what a great tale that will be. The one and only, Perseus Jackson, spending his final breath on sweet old y/n l/n. How dare you burden me with such a legacy to live up to! They’ll think I’m your lover, you know. Demigods all around the world will come searching for me, just to gawk at the beauty that stole your heart.”

At this point, Percy has fallen from his kneeling position, completely lying on the ground, overcome with laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Percy! How am I supposed to live with the guilt of knowing I don’t live up to their expectations?! I’m hardly a warrior either, oh the disappointment.”

Gasping for breath, he manages to find his words, “Don’t stress it y/n, you’re plenty beautiful. I just know they’ll all be stunned by your beauty. Don’t sell yourself short… trust me, once they see you, they’ll be envious that my lover was so enraptured by me that you’ll never be able to love again.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Would that be so bad?

Gasping for breath, eventually, both of your laughs die down, leaving you both breathing heavily. “C’mon Percy, let’s get some sleep. Its going to be a long week of scouting for demigods if we’re tired.”

As Percy nods, silently getting up to go to the bathroom to change, but he can’t help but think to himself that he wouldn’t mind if he was stuck in the middle of nowhere with you. No matter how long.

It had been three days since you and Percy arrived in the town you continuously fail to remember the name of. It wasn’t the only thing you were failing at doing either, because it seemed that for some unknown reason, the school that was supposed to arrive here for their camping trip still hadn’t shown up.

“We should send an Iris message to camp. It doesn’t look like they’re showing up any time soon, and by the looks of things, we’re going to need to have them send someone for more supplies.”

Percy sighed, looking out the window. Was this the opportunity he was looking for? Maybe… he knew he’d be a stupid fool to pass it up. Swept up in his new thoughts, he never replied. “Percy?”

Without even looking at you, he nodded, turning to go to the bathroom, “Yeah sure, I’ll go into the bathroom and make the call.”

Humming in acknowledgement as he left the room, you couldn’t help but stare at the spot he was previously standing in from your position on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t look too good.

For such a great hero, you wondered if this quest was doing him any good. After the first day of scouting the campsite, it was obvious he was already antsy to get home. It seemed no matter how light you tried to keep the atmosphere; it was like something was weighing on his mind. Mostly when you were both in the motel room together, you supposed it was because he barely went on quests nowadays. Understandably so, after all, who could blame him for wanting a break and spend time with his family? This made you feel immensely guilty since you could never give him words of truly understanding what he’s gone through. You’d arrived at camp a few days before him, yet over the years you were never sent onto a major quest. It upset you greatly at first, but you grew to appreciate your time at camp.

Before your mind could delve further into its guilt and self-pity, Percy re-entered the room, sitting next to you with a huff. “It’s all good. They’re going to send Leo with some extra supplies, and he’ll help us for the rest of this quest.”

Accidentally getting swept up in how pretty his eyes were, you tensed up, realising he was staring at you expectantly. Quickly nodding and clearing your throat you looked down to your lap, “ahh, okay that sounds good. I guess we’ll have time to sightsee or something…”

Sightsee? Really y/n? There’s nothing in this stupid town!

An awkward silence filled the room. Due to your previous thoughts, you were unsure how to proceed. This was the first time you were alone with him and had nothing else better to do.

Percy on the other hand, found that the obvious swooning look in your eyes was his green light. “Uhhh actually y/n?”

Oh, please don’t ask me why I basically just drooled all over you for NO FUCKING REASON. Snapping your head back up to look at him, you desperately tried to ignore the pounding in your chest that managed to find its way into your ears, “yeah?”

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

Holy shit he knows, doesn’t he? He knows I’ve liked him this entire time, and he’s going to reject me even though I never even said anything!

“I uhm… look I know we’re kind of on a small quest and all but technically we ARE waiting for Leo and the school to arrive before we continue… and you know we kind of have like at least a day or two until then so I was just wondering…”

“Yeah, Percy? You can just say it, you know; I really don’t mind.” I do mind, but please get this over with before I cry. With your heart rate increasing at an alarming rate and face heating up so much, you wanted Zeus to blast you right then and there.

Percy felt like he was about to puke, he’d never felt this nervous before. Yeah, he had his moments growing up with Annabeth, after all, she was his first girlfriend, but this was different. He wanted this to be different. Sure, he never regretted their relationship, and yes, he knew he’d always remember everything they went through- what he went through but… he wanted a clean slate. He desperately just wanted nothing more than to know that there was at least one person in his life that wasn’t constantly fighting for their lives—someone who didn’t have to live with as much trauma as him.

“W- would you maybe... Gods, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night? Maybe at the diner further into the town?”

HOLY FUCK.

He was interested and honestly, you were over the moon. Breathing out the breath you were holding in, you fail to hide the smile on your face, “yeah, I’d like that.”

His face instantly broke out into a wide smile matching yours. “Wait really?”

Unable to hold back a small giggle, you nodded, “yeah, Percy.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admire the blue dress you found in a charity shop this morning while Percy was sleeping. I can’t believe this is happening.

If you had old even more awkward 15-year-old y/n that you were about to go on a date with the boy you admired from your table during meals (when he was there), you would’ve laughed. Mainly because at that point, he didn’t even know you existed, only having your first conversation during the battle of Manhattan when you were helping Will.

Okay… lets do this.

Walking out of the bathroom, Percy is already sitting on the bed in his usual t-shirt, jeans and converse waiting for you.

“Woah… You look uh-” Never finishing his statement, worry bubbled in your chest.

“Oh, uhm… I- I can change if you’d like?

Jumping up from his place on the bed, his head shook quickly. “NO! N-no don’t do that.”

“Ah uhm… okay? Sorry, it’s just I saw it in a store earlier and uhm… it looked nice, and I just thought that maybe it’d be cool to maybe put in a bit more effort? I mean… not that you don’t look good or anything! I love what you wear, you always look nice! but I don’t know… I don’t get to look nice much and… I just wanted it to be kinda special since we don’t get to… well our lives don’t really grant us these opportunities very often. Or at least for me anyway…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I totally get it… you look beautiful.” After hearing your small confession and thought to prepare for your date, his heart felt like it was melting. How could someone be so thoughtful when all he was doing was taking you to a rundown diner who probably only served mediocre burgers?

A small wave of guilt washed through him. Feeling like he would never be able to truly sweep you off your feet or give you that sweet, tooth-rotting love and affection, every day, just like you deserved. After everything, he knew he could try his best but even then, he’d never be able to hide the anxiety or PTSD he had acquired over the years.

You looked up to him with a smirk. “Glad to hear it, lover.”

Cheeks heating up at your comment, he laughed trying to play it off as cool as possible. Taking a step closer to you and flattening his shirt as if it would wipe away its wrinkles, he held out his arm. “Shall we, lover?”

Matching his level of fake sophistication, you linked your arm with his, “with pleasure.”

And with that, you both walked out of the motel, with hopeful spirits. To any onlooker, you both looked like normal young adults.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Percy’s voice boomed from his end of the phone, supposedly made without any monster risks.

You winced, slowly and cautiously walking your way out of the forest. The once clean dress was now covered in dirt and had few tears. It went perfectly with your dishevelled, twig and leaf infested hair.

“Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere.”

“Y/n.”

Okay, he was concerned, and you couldn’t blame him. After all, how did you expect him to react after getting separated from you as you were chased into the woods by an Empousai after dinner?

Romance at its finest.

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up, but I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you replayed the events that just occurred in your head. The date was amazing. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was still sweet. Which led you both to go on one of those cliché night walks. That was nice too, until two Empousai came out of the forest and decided to attack you both.

Percy being…. Well Percy, he swiftly got out riptide and didn’t hesitate to defend the two of you. You, on the other hand, were completely caught off guard only just noticing as one of them turned their focus on you while Percy was distracted.

And what did you do like the perfectly trained demigod you were?

You ran like a headless chicken into the forest.

After a few minutes of running, they tackled you into the ground. Trying and failing failed to shove them off, you suddenly remembered the dagger you strapped to your thigh under your dress and stabbed them.

Clearly not your proudest moments.

Finally making it back to the room, you unlocked the door and let out a huff of relief. “Well… that date didn’t go as expected.”

Percy, took in your current state staring at you with wide eyes… but he didn’t say anything. Is he angry at me? Fuck now he’s going to call off whatever this is, all because I’m an incompetent idiot! I knew I should have tried harder in the sparring activities at camp.

Feeling highly intimidated under his intense stare, you began to play with the hem of your dress, voice going quiet. “Look I uh- I know it probably wasn’t the date you were hoping for but I uhm-“

Before you could even finish your poor excuses, your words are soon lost entirely. Percy stalked towards you with a determined look on his face. Reaching you, he firmly placed his hands on either side of your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

You let out a small, muffled squeak of surprise as your eyebrows shot up into Olympus. Yet unlike your fighting skills, this was something you managed to adapt to at a faster pace.

Eyes fluttering closed, you fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

Please don’t let this be a dream.

Because Gods forbid if this your one chance, you weren’t letting this moment end that easily.

Moving your lips against his, the urgency he came onto you with slowly began to dissipate, feeling his soft, but slightly chapped lips move against yours. Deepening the kiss, you let go of his shirt, gliding your hands up his tense torso and along his strong arms, eventually placing your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your face. Applying a small amount of pressure to the inside of his wrists with your thumbs, his mind began to drift into a calming haze as you softly stroked them. It was almost as if you were able to brush away the worry that bubbled in him when he got back to the room, only to find you weren’t there. Yet here you were… safe.

It was intoxicating and calming having him so close to you, his entire being overcoming your senses to a point where you fought the urge to let out a small whimper when he pulled away.

Resting his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling heavily flushed against you; he continued to hold you in his warm embrace. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He whispers, breath fanning against your face.

Because as much as Percy was afraid he’d let you down, he knew no matter what you were worth every single risk.

“…but I’m going to have to teach you a few things when we get back to camp. We can’t have my lover running away in battle all the time, how will I know if you sneeze?”

Letting out a snort, you playfully hit his chest. “Anything for you, lover.”

A soft smile graces his face as he looks at you adoringly as the word takes on a whole new meaning… because you were right. He’d do anything.

A/N: whelp! i hope you all liked it :)) its not perfect but oh well?

also i dont have a percy jackson taglist but i gotta tag the holy grail of fic writers for this fandon eep @cabinofimagines 🙈 🙈

Divider credit: @biskit-rising

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theonlygamergost · 4 years

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A tattoo for a lost bet - Fd!au (2 / 3)

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Techno and Skeppy bet on stupid things, and sometimes their bets can have very severe consequence if lost.

If you want to, look at what Minetra’s desing of Techno tattoo

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Tw! Betting, swearing. Btw, this is very long

<---Previous part - Next part --->

Enjoy~

It was quite hard to keep such a big tattoo hidden from everyone, that was probably the only regret Techno had, but apart from that, he was actually quite enjoying his “rushed” decision.

It had passed enough time that he could carry his bag on both shoulders and didn’t have to put bandages anymore, just moisturizing cream and avoiding the sun.

Apart from some curious stares from Tommy, everyone else didn’t suspect anything… well, that was what he hoped.

He was expecting Skeppy to laugh at him for getting a floral themed tattoo, but on the contrary, Skeppy loved it very much. He was also the only one that knew about Techno’s tattoo, so he felt special when Techno changed next to him or took off his hoodie to reveal it, it felt like one of those pinky promises girls made with their BFF's. There was no denying that Skeppy was a bit clingy and overprotective with Techno, so it really felt special.

But of course, to keep that secret a secret, Techno had to get some habits to avoid showing his elbow and shoulders:

Taking off his hoodie if he had a t-shirt was a bad idea, so if it was a little warmer he had to deal with the heat, nothing too bad. Before and after P.E., he had to change in the bathroom stalls, sneakingly taking his clothes and changing without any teacher noticing, it wasn’t hard.

T-shirts were a no-go, but it was autumn, he would have thought about how to deal with the heat when the situation arose. The only time he wore t-shirts was as a PJ, but he made sure to wear it once in his room right before jumping into bed.

The few time he slipped up and was about to get caught were pretty stupid: One time Wilbur walked in the bathroom while Techno was having a shower, good thing he was on his phone though, so he walked in, gave Techno a minor heart attack, brushed his teeth while checking socials and walked out.

Another time was during P.E. he was so concentrated on dodgeball he didn’t realize that he had rolled up his sleeves, he didn’t notice it for about thirty minutes or so until Skeppy walked up to him, softly smacked him and pointed at his arms, good thing everyone else was also pretty concentrated and there was too much pressure and adrenaline to notice a small hint of ink on his arm.

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It was a pretty chill morning, the alarms didn’t go off yet but Tommy was already awake.

After taking his time in the bathroom, enjoying the fact that for once he wasn’t crushed by his brothers rushing to get out before they were too late. He almost went to have breakfast but stopped, noticing that Techno’s room wasn’t locked.

Techno had always had this habit to lock his room’s door before going to bed, yes, Phil allowed him to do so only because all of the door’s keys were the same.

The young Pandel couldn’t stop thinking about how Techno’s left shoulder looked a little bit puffier, it had returned to normal recently but Tommy couldn’t help but worry about his brother: He knew by experience that it looked awfully familiar to a bandage, did Techno get hurt? Did someone beat him up? If someone had dared beat him up he was going to-

His mind was too offuscated by worry and anger to think straight, so he carefully entered Techno’s room, he was a pretty heavy sleeper so the chances of waking him up were slim, but he still approached him carefully.

He was laying on his stomach, sheets unpinned from the mattress and his small crown pillow and pig plushie were at each side of his head.

He walked up to the right side of the bed to notice something coming out of his sleeve all the way to his elbow. In the darkness he couldn’t see what it was, but the small strays of light coming from the blinds made it look like… Ink?

Tommy shook his head and took out his phone to use the flashlight, there was no way Techno had gotten a tattoo, Phil would have never allowed it, plus he didn’t tell them about it so-

His eyes widened in shock as he covered his mouth to avoid screaming, it took all of his will power to not drop the phone.

T-Techno had a tattoo? HIS nerdy brother Techno had a tattoo?!

He shined the light on his elbow again to see better the simple floral design contrasting on Techno’s pale skin. He lightly pinched and moved the hem of the sleeve to find that the tattoo kept going.

He gulped in anticipation and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt to reveal his shoulder.

Tommy emitted a small noise after dropping to the ground and pushing himself all the way to the wall behind him.

What the fuck?

He quickly turned off the light and placed his hands on his ears, but instead of blocking out noises, he wanted to keep his thoughts away.

What was happening? Why did Techno get a tattoo without asking and without telling?!

Tommy’s head started spinning, he needed fresh air.

After bolting out of Techno’s room and opening the window in his room, taking long, deep breaths, he decided he couldn’t keep this for himself, if Phil found out Techno was going to be in huge trouble:

He had to speak with Wilbur.

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Tommy

Wilbur meet me in the cafeteria at

lunch, usual table.

Wooly

Wtf do you want gremlin?

Tommy

I’m serious Will, meet. me.

there.

Wooly

Fine, but listen to your

lecture. Gremlin child.

Rolling his eyes, he placed the phone in his pocket, how was he supposed to focus on the class when Techno could potentially be in big trouble?

Yes, he was mad that Techno had gotten a tattoo without asking and he had gotten one before he did, but he couldn’t let him get in trouble with Phil just because he was jealous.

As soon as the bell rang and the class ended, he b-lined to the cafeteria, grabbing his lunch and sitting at the table he and Wilbur usually met at.

While waiting impatiently, out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Techno sitting alone, reading a book while listening to music.

Wilbur sat down in front of him, “What do you want” Tommy took a deep breath, placing his elbows on the table and allowing his forehead to lean on his intertwined hands, he started speaking.

“Techno betrayed us, Wilbur” the brown-haired boy bent his head to one side, “and he could potentially be in big trouble, big I tell you” Wilbur shot a glance at Dream who was approaching Techno’s table, sitting next to him and taking one of his earbuds and placing it in his ear, Techno didn’t seem to mind.

He now also placed his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers in a reflecting pose, “Elaborate”.

Tommy took another deep breath and started explaining to Wilbur what he knew. From his suspicion of the puffier shoulder, to the thought that it could have been a bandage, to him seeing the tattoo this morning.

Wilbur’s eyes widened, going back between Techno and Tommy, “T-there is no way Techno did such a thing Tommy, don’t be childish” he tried to regain his composure, “W-Will I’m not lying! You have to trust me it’s true!”

Wilbur didn’t want to believe Tommy, but he felt that what he was saying was true.

“There is only one way to find out” He got on his feet and walked to Techno’s direction, Tommy doing the same.

“Hello Dream, hello brother” He greeted the two boys, both too concentrated in their books to notice the world around them.

“I need to talk to you Techno, mind if I take him for a few minutes?” Techno leaned his head to one side, when Wilbur called him brother it was never a good sign.

“Oh sure, we weren’t doing anything either way.” he gave Techno the left earbud back and greeted him as he left with his two brothers. They looked awfully serious, hopefully, Techno wasn’t in any trouble.

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“Take your hoodie off”

“No”

They had locked themselves into one of the supply closets, the smell of pavement cleaner and bleach filled their nostrils every time they inhaled.

“Why not Technoblade?” Wilbur had a very serious expression on his face, Tommy wasn’t talking, too scared to interrupt any psychological trick he was probably pulling on his brother.

“Why should I?” The older brother exhaled audibly, “You don’t have a choice Techno. Take. your. hoodie. off.”

Was this the end?

Techno took his red hoodie off, revealing a dark grey shirt with a white print spelling “Whatever” with three dots.

“Where is it Tommy” He looked back at the young blonde boy almost hiding behind him, “l-left arm” he stuttered, Wilbur looked back at Techno and looked at him right in the eyes.

“You either pull up your left sleeve, or I pull up your left sleeve” Wilbur didn’t like to be this threatening, but he knew that if he wasn’t, Techno was just going to ignore him.

This was the end

Looking down at the floor, Techno sighed and slowly pulled his sleeve up to his elbow, he couldn’t look at his brother’s reaction, but he could feel their gaze of disappointment, shock and betrayal on his skin.

“Why did you get a tattoo Technoblade?! Are you mad?” “I didn’t have a choice Wilbur” “What kind of excuse is that?! Of course you had a choice! Why did you not ask first” “Phil wouldn’t have agreed-” “There is a GOOD FUCKING REASON WHY HE WOUNDN’T HAVE AGREED!!!” Wilbur slammed his fist on the metallic locker, making a harsh noise that made everyone jump.

Silence fell between the brothers, none of them was able to look at each other. Tommy was expecting Wilbur to get angry, but not this angry.

The sound of the bell announcing the return to class, made Wilbur straighten his back, “I will tell Phil about this when he comes back, I’m sorry to give him this news after a tiring day of work, but we will talk about this more after dinner.” He unlocked the door as Techno put his hoodie back on, “After school, you’re coming back straight home, even if I struggle to trust you right now Technoblade, I trust you to do as I said.” Wilbur nodded at Tommy to follow him out, leaving Techno to grab his backpack and leave after them. He wasn’t hoping it would go like this.

After sitting down in his class, he took his phone out and texted the only person he could think of right now.

Technoblade

If I die tonight, you get my

potato farm.

Nerd

Why lol

Nerd

Don’t tell me Phil found out

about the tattoo

Technoblade

He will when Wilbur tells

him

Nerd

OH SHIT

Nerd

I’ll pray for you to come

back alive tomorrow at

school

Technoblade

You’re not helping me

Skeppy

The professor entered the classroom and started his lecture, Techno left his phone in the pocket of his hoodie for almost thirty minutes. He was about to place it back in his backpack as he glanced at the notification coming from Skeppy:

New message from Nerd

This is also my fault, sorry dude, I’ll help you

tomorrow with anything I can

Techno smiled and slipped the phone in his backpack, Skeppy was chaotic, but when he wanted, he could be very thoughtful and nice.

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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hi! so. a while back (like, a good while back) I found a fanfic for you and you said something about a story/short thing in return? I said I'd take you up on it, but then took an extended leave of absence from Tumblr and never did. anyways, im feeling things about gay dads and also Peter Parker and I was wondering if you could do something with iron husbands and tony's many adopted children, both bots and otherwise? idk. you're amazing.

The first kid that gets adopted, in a sense, is Dum-E. He’s the product of a lot of “you can’t do this” energy.

People really do think that Tony and Rhodey aren’t capable of creating an Artificial Intelligence unit that can think for itself.

The final nail in the coffin is when Rhodey is visiting the Stark family home and Obadiah Stane treats their goal dismissively.

When they get back to their home in Boston, Rhodey sets his jaw.

“We’re making that fucking system, Tones. I don’t care what happens.”

“So what you’re saying is that we’re disregarding our previous agreement about limiting lab rules?”

“Yes. Null and void until we bring this fruition.”

This is a very important rule. Despite what most would think, Rhodey and Tony are capable of setting limits and following them. But if there is no physical reminder of that rule, then they can ignore it.

(This is actually just the excuse that they make up so that they can make Machiavellian machines.)

Dum-E spins around and ruins at least three pairs of socks that Rhodey leaves on the floor.

“At least you finally stopped that habit,” Tony says. Rhodey rolls his eyes, watching as Dum-E finally realizes that he cannot possibly open the door to the porch and will stop bumping up against the glass.

"He’s an idiot,” Tony says fondly.

“Took after his mama,” Rhodey jokes. Tony slaps his arm.

“Hey!”

The second and third are twins. Kind of. Both of them absolutely insist that they are not twins because they are very different. After all, U likes alternative pop, which Butterfingers finds simply unforgivable.

Rhodey and Tony didn’t know that the other was making a robot. Dum-E was lonely, and their anniversary was coming up.

They both decided to make Dum-E a sibling and laughed as U and Butterfingers basically rolled up to each other and immediately tried to fight.

“So...who’s first?” Tony asks.

“Hm...U, I think.”

Butterfingers sulks. She’s youngest by one day, and U will never let her hear the end of it.

“I know baby girl,” Tony coos. “But you look so pretty. Look at how nice your dad painted your display!”

It is rather pretty. It’s all cool with yellows and blues. Dum-E is a jealous.

Jarvis is more Tony’s than anything. Made after a lonely Christmas. Not the one that most people think.

Edwin Jarvis died in late November.

Tony didn’t rest until it was done.

They sob together as Jarvis states the weather in a crisp, accented tone that sounds so much like the original.

The siblings all get along like a house on fire, although Rhodey swears that Jarvis loves to instigate drama when Tony doesn’t need it.

This is how Dum-E and Butterfingers get into a week-long feud about whose turn it is to close the fridge door. This is a Very Important Job.

Jarvis makes it worse.

“You are trying to kill me,” Rhodey says, scowling. “You know your brother and sister would fight.”

“I am a learning program, Colonel Rhodes.”

“Don’t call me that. Call me anything but that.”

“Confirmed, Private Rhodes.”

“I hate you.”

“You wouldn’t visit my creator so much if you truly meant that.”

Rhodey gives him the bird, and Jarvis almost huffs.

He’s an amazing kid, really.

The next kid isn’t for a while longer. It’s not until a year after the actual event, that Rhodey wasn’t there for.

So he went by Iron Patriot for a while. Didn’t stick. He’s kind of glad it didn’t.

This one didn’t even know about Rhodey, which is a travesty.

It’s a snot-nosed little tween who says he’s not a tween, and his name is Harley Keener.

“Tony Stark and I are connected,” he says stubbornly. Rhodey let him into the house, not like he’s going to just make this kid stay outside.

“Like what, through an email chain? Texting?”

“Life experience,” Tony says. “Hey kiddo. Who the hell let you take a bus all the way here?”

“Bus drivers.”

“Ha ha. Where’s your mom?”

Harley tenses.

His mother got a new boyfriend. New boyfriend didn’t like Harley or his little sister. Little sister is living with an aunt, and Harley didn’t want to live there. So here he is, in New York.

“You don’t have to take me in, but I won’t stop bothering you,” Harley says.

Tony sighs.

“Come on in, kid. Like I’d let you do anything else.”

It’s complicated. Rhodey realizes he’s dealing with another Tony with a bit more stubbornness to him and blistering genius.

He calls his boss.

“I need to put in my two weeks.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Let’s just say I got preoccupied by surprise.”

“Don’t tell me your guy brought home another bouncing baby robot.”

“Well...not really. This one’s human.”

“Christ.”

Harley loves New York. He manages to navigate far easier than Tony ever could, and he grew up there half his life. Harley learns which bodegas are good, and what food trucks he needs to watch out for.

He also adjusts to school far easier than expected, although the environment is much better. He’s being challenged, and he has people that can follow him.

This is when Tony and Rhodey look into Midtown and discover a kid with a lot of promise.

Spider-Man, technically, isn’t confirmed to go to Midtown.

But Harley’s a bright kid and realizes that Peter Parker is Spidey.

It also helps that the makeshift suit is hanging out of his backpack in a back alley.

Peter gets an internship, and Rhodey laughs as Tony groans.

“Oh my god, how do kids have so much energy. How.”

“We were like that.”

“No we weren’t.”

“Do you forget we created Dum-E in, like, a week because we ignored the concept of time?”

“Hm. I choose to forget that. It didn’t happen.”

Rhodey laughs.

They all have family nights. The bots are particularly enamored with movies, and drag Harley and Peter out of the lab to watch them.

It’s Butterfingers’ turn, and she always chooses a soft movie. This time, it’s an old silent film.

Dum-E likes action movies, so this is not the favorite.

“Hush, you got to choose last time honey,” Rhodey scolds. “Don’t make me cut off your turn.”

Dum-E goes silent as Peter snickers, flicking a piece of popcorn at U, who is currently trying to rearrange the furniture.

(He’s decided he wants to watch videos about interior design this month. He’s very invested in Manifesting His Vision.)

Tony smiles at Rhodey across the way. Harley had said he wasn’t tired, and now his head is on Rhodey’s leg, and he’s out of the world. Peter’s getting there, yawning into the pillow he’s decided is his.

U has gone to “charge” although he says he’s Fine, No Charging for Him!

(Jarvis has to laugh.)

It’s not the typical family lifestyle. But Tony and Rhodey want anything but typical.

#anyways i want the bots being Funny and here it is #bot fic #family fic #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #peter parker #harley keener #i was going 2 write a bit more but i am tired and i liked the ending a lot :)#i hope y'all do too!#lovelyirony writes #jarvis #dum-e #u #butterfingers #iron man #war machine

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kessielrg · 3 years

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[Dragon Age] Oreos

Summary: In which Varric teaches his kid the proper way to dunk an Oreo. Hawke is there to be an as-…sistant. [oneshot][female humorous Hawke][modern AU]

Rating: K+

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“Now where did I put them?” Varric mumbled to himself as he looked through the pantry. He cursed to himself when he tried to reach a bit higher up. Curse the Maker for making him vertically challenged. Had to use a stool in his own home and still couldn’t reach the top shelf. Go figure.

“Got it!” the dwarf exclaimed as his hand got a firm hold of the plastic packaging. After a very careful extraction, Varric held the Oreo package close as he then moved the stool to its rightful corner. He placed the Oreos on a serving tray he had arranged on the kitchen counter. Humming some Kidz Bop song he heard earlier, he then went into the fridge to pull out the milk.

As he poured the milk into three glasses, Varric kept an ear out for the living room. The sounds of a young voice were easy to make out, but was she talking to someone else or just herself again? As he put the milk back in the fridge, Varric really wished that Hawke kept her medicine in the kitchen instead of the bathroom. The last time he checked, her prescription needed to be filled again, and Hawke had yet to do so. It worried him. It worried him a lot more than he was willing to admit.

Varric let out a sigh before taking the tray and heading into the living room. Varric had his own kid to tend to, and it wasn’t Hawke. Still didn’t stop him from letting out a sigh of relief in seeing both Hawke and Hana sitting at the living room coffee table. He wouldn’t have to force her out of bed today. Good. Not that the promise of deliciously nasty cookies was anything to ignore. Hawke was a sucker for sweets whether she was aware of it or not.

Hana seemed rather chipper though. Actively serving as the only genuine energy in the room, Varric’s daughter had her straw yellow hair pulled into two low pigtails today. She was gladly going on about some topic that Hawke couldn’t feign actual interest in. Was she going on about how pretty Selena Gomez was again, or that game that her birth giver introduced her to a few weeks back? Oh well, it didn’t matter now. Now that Varric had gotten everything ready, it was time for the main event.

“We have gathered here today for a very momentous occasion.” Varric announced, striding over to the girls and effectively earning their attention. “Today is the day that we teach 7 year old Hana Tethras how to properly dunk, and eat, Oreos.”

Hana put on a wide smile. Hawke even gave a rather generous round of applause. She even peppered it with a few “That’s our girl!” and “She’s getting so big!” cheers for extra effect. It only helped the younger girl beam with pride. Even Varric gave a light smirk of appreciation.

“Now teenybopper,” he said as he took a place across from the girls, placing the tray right in the middle of the coffee table. “How do you feel? You nervous? Already got a preemptive tummy ache from all the sugar your old man is going to let you consume?”

“Nope!” Hana told him with a firm shake of her head. She then slammed her hands down with determination before saying, “Bring it, Papa!”

“Rein it back kid,” Varric laughed, “Don’t want to get the milk all over the coffee table, do we?”

“Sorry.” Hana sheepishly apologized. She carefully took her milk glass from her father and placed it to her left. She even gave it a good, hard stare, as if she was pressuring it into not falling over later. Varric snorted before handing Hawke her glass as well, then went about divvying up the cookies.

“Ah, Oreos,” Hawke thinly mused as Varric gave her share. “The only cure for my depression.”

He tried to hold it back, Varric scoffed. “They are not. That’s what your medication is for.”

“Well, you don’t have to act so sure about it,” Hawke frowned. “Give me my delusions and plausible deniability, Varric. It’s all I got in this world.”

“You have me Hawke!” Hana quickly chirped. “And Papa too!”

Hawke gave Hana a rather tired look, not quite intended for the child to see. The woman absently placed a hand on Hana’s head. She then gently stroked the top of Hana’s head as if it were a calming mechanism. Maybe it was; something about little Hana did give off a rather comforting aura. But Hawke would be damned if she knew just what it was.

“I do.” Hawke carefully agreed- although the sentence came out more as a question. Seeing Hana’s bright smile only made Hawke a bit more dazed. Varric looked on with a rather concerned expression on his face. He gently coughed into his hand, leading the ladies’ attention back to him.

“Now, for your first proper lesson, I’ve decided to go the easy route. I’m not training my young’in with the normal Oreos- that would be an exercise and a half not to break them. No, we’re going to use double stuffed Oreos. The best kind.”

“Naw, what about the triple stuffed Oreos, Varric?” Hawke whined. “Why can’t we use them instead?”

“Too much stuff.” came the rather firm answer. “I am a man of correcting my previous mistakes, and I’m not taking that road again.”

Hawke gave a badly exaggerated groan before telling him, “Having a kid really ruined your sense of fun.”

“No,” the man asserted. “Having a kid gave me a greater sense of avoiding 3 AM puke fests because someone decided to eat too much cookie cream.”

“It was one time!” Hawke argued, despite the rather amused look she had- Hana was stifling a cute little laughter beside her. “Everyone was black-out drunk anyway, and it was the perfect prank.”

“I don’t think Sebastian would say the same.”

“Since when were you ever one for accurate reaccountments, hmm?”

“You know he’s a dunker, Hawke. It gives him a sense of purpose.”

“Was he? Always seemed more like a licker.”

“Anyway…!” Varric then loudly proclaimed. “We’re getting off topic.”

Hawke and Hana exchanged a look before erupting into a set of bemused giggles. Varric rolled his eyes. Surround yourself with girls, they said. It would be a joy, they said. At least one of them was directly related to him- he wasn’t sure why he kept the other around.

“Now that I have your attention again,” Varric told them, “Let us first begin by picking up the Oreo itself…”

. . .

In a way, this whole thing was just so Varric could easily say seven year olds had the fine motor movement to carefully manipulate something as delicate as Oreo cookies. Always write what you know, yeah? It was a bit hard to believe that his own spawn actually stuck her tongue out when she was concentrating. She definitely didn’t get that from his side of the family. If anything, it was something he could see Hawke doing…

“I finally got it!” Hana suddenly exclaimed. Varric and Hawke both looked at her at the same time. The girl was proudly showing her two Oreo halves. One side had just the cream, the other was completely clean.

“Great job, teenybopper!” Varric approved. “Hawke, lean over and muss her hair for me. I can’t reach.”

Hawke nodded, but didn’t mess up Hana’s hair. Instead, she gave her a small elbow nudge and said, “Great job, teeny. Now we can audition you for all those Oreo commercials. You’d be a shoo-in.”

Hana’s smile grew even wider at the approval. Oh, to be young and easily proud of your (usually useless) accomplishments.

“Remember to only use your teeth to scrape the cream off if your tongue can’t find a good pocket beforehand.” Varric reminded his kid. Hana gave him a firm nod before returning to the cookie. He gave her a smile as he returned to his own lot as well.

Hawke had also returned to her Oreo dunking. After two cookies, she no longer felt like licking the cream off before dunking, so she just let the Oreo soak for a few moments. It was almost a routine that she zoned out for. Dip the Oreo, wait a bit, then eat it. Nothing to think about. It was a legitimate surprise when half the Oreo fell into the milk as she tried to pull it out. She blinked a few times before looking up at Varric.

“Varrrric,” Hawke whined, “Cookies got lost in milk!”

“That’s because you tried to dunk too much of the Oreo in the milk.” he replied without so much looking at her. “Then you pinched it as you pulled it up, and all your mushy cookie got lost.”

“But I didn’t pinch it!” she went on. A small edge in her voice made Varric look up. For a moment, he wondered if she was legitimately upset about it. “I only had half of it in the milk- you saw it! Tell ‘im, Hana.”

“You’re so funny, Hawke!” Hana laughed. The poor girl obviously not seeing that Hawke wasn’t quite being dramatic on purpose this time. Not that Varric could blame her- he’d bottle that innocence up and repackage it back into Hawke herself if he could.

“A real barrel of monkeys.” Varric mused. He gave a small click of his tongue before asking, “Hawke, did you take your meds today?”

Hawke proceeded to look at him like he was crazy. The dwarf was unrelenting, though. He had full plans of staring her down until Hana interrupted all of their thoughts with a musing;

“What do they make Oreo filling with anyway?”

A silence followed after this. Mostly because Varric didn’t want to stop nonverbally bullying Hawke into confessing she wasn’t taking care of herself again. He had to relent, letting out a defeated sigh before telling Hana, “Dunno, teenybopper. We can look it up later if you want.”

Hana gave a thoughtful hum and a little nod of her head, her attention too focused on staring at the Oreos now. Varric shook his head at her, before trying turning his attention back to Hawke. But Hawke had left the coffee table. She had slunk her way onto the couch, and was now actively trying to find the TV remote. That meant in a few minutes, Hawke would find something on TV that interested Hana, and the Oreo eating portion of their day officially over.

And Varric would be the one cleaning up the mess, because of course he would.

Varric let out a sigh before starting to get up. He made a trip to the kitchen to get a note off the fridge, then went back into the living room and straight to Hawke.

“The pharmacy closes in six hours,” he told her as he handed the note over, “Call them, or I’ll sit on you.”

Hawke looked at him, not sure whether to be amused or angered.

“Having a kid really ruined your sense of privacy.” she said, almost in a grumble

“No,” he told her. “Having a kid gave me a greater sense of caring for others. I’m not asking you twice, Hawke. Call them.”

The corners of Hawke’s mouth twitched as if she wanted to tell him off. He never gave her the chance. Instead, he sat back over with Hana, and quite purposely started to make conversation with her. The girl was rather ignorant of the friction between the two friends. In a way, Varric was grateful for it. She’d know and understand it better when she was older. But for now ignorance was bliss.

He just prayed that every force used to beat Hawke down never reached his own kid.

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night-blooming-bastards · 4 years

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A Lily Sprouts From Ashes

Lily’s first thought when waking up in the empty, destroyed world, is to run. Run as far away as he possibly can, escape the ruins of his beloved’s mad rage against their old home. So he does. He runs, and he runs, and suddenly he isn’t home. There are strange people staring at him, and snow, and he’s so very scared. The first place he lands is an UnderFell. Everyone looks angry, but it’s not the villagers, surely these people are different. There’s one that looks like him! Oh, but he’s hurt… the bandages around his ulna surely don’t mean anything good for the bone underneath.

Carefully, he approaches, hands in the air to show he means no harm, and he tries to tell the skeleton that, but he doesn’t seem to understand. “I won’t hurt you,” he says softly, though the Sans seems confused and defensive, backing away into a wall and growling at him. Dream isn’t sure how to get his point across, but he frowns and pauses before stepping forward and reaching out to Red (as he had nicknamed the skeleton because of his magic color). “I promise I won’t hurt you.” Maybe Red can’t understand him, but he’s hoping the tone of his voice is enough. It seems to help, Red is a little more relaxed.

“Can I see your arm please?”

“The fuck language are you speaking anyway?”

Dream tilts his head. What is Red saying? He pauses a moment, then holds up his own arm and taps his ulna, then holds out a hand. Red squints, but he slowly offers his arm out, ready to pull it back or attack at any moment. Dream surprises him, however, with a soft hold, and he unwraps the bandages slowly and gently. Red watches, trembling, and does his best not to move so he doesn’t hurt himself by interrupting this golden stranger. He watches, watches, and soon the bandages are unwound to reveal a very nearly broken ulna.

Even more surprising than this goldy’s gentleness is the look of genuine concern and distress when he sees Red’s injury. He looks up at Red, then back down, then up again, before carefully lifting Red’s arm and giving the injury a soft kiss. Healing magic flows from his fingertips, firelike but only pleasantly warm, and as it dances over the damaged ulna, the wound disappears.

“Kissed it better,” Dream says with a smile. Red simply gapes at him a little, and between the strange act of kindness and the language that he knows nothing of, he’s absolutely baffled. Who is this man? Is this stranger even a man? Where did they come from? Why are they being so kind without a thought? Red closes his mouth and jerks his arm away.

“I don’t even know what you’re saying, weirdo.” He glances down at his arm a moment, though, and his expression softens slightly before stretching into a grin. He looks back up and gives a thumbs up. Obviously they don’t speak the same language, that should work. Dream, on the other hand, doesn’t get it at all and looks up to the cave ceiling, face twisted into an expression of confusion, then looks back to Red and tilts his head. Red groans and his grin drops, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, or the skeletal equivalent. “Lost cause, nevermind. Do ya understand me at all?”

Dream frowns. No, there’s a communication barrier. He focuses for a moment, then lets his magic display a simple image of a quill, ink, and paper, then holds up his hands. “I have nothing to write with, I don’t know how to communicate with you.” The image flickers and disappears. Red makes a face, then motions for Dream to follow, looking tired.

It’s not long before they’ve made it to Red’s and Edge’s house, and Red manages to find a pen and paper laying around the house and brings it back to Dream. Dream had asked for a quill, but quills are outdated and much less practical. Dream looks at the pen in confusion. The paper is obviously paper, yes, but… Dream lifts a brow and turns to Red with the image of quill and ink again. Red shakes his head and picks up the pen, scribbling a little in the corner of the paper to make sure it works. The ink comes out after a moment and Dream leans in to watch in wonder, then holds his hand out for the pen. The pen is given to him, and Dream presses it to the paper, then pauses. How does one even write? He forgot. Maybe if he closes his eyes… Pictures! Pictures will do.

So he starts to draw. He draws a figure that looks like himself, then draws cracks across it before replicating the image and surrounding it in radiance lines, then points to himself. Then a crying face with an arrow back to the previous figure. The figure is next drawn running with speed lines behind it, into some disc-shaped thing, and then the scene where he had shown up. He then writes [I’m not sure what script your language is in or how to speak it.]

Red doesn’t really understand the first part of the story, but crying and running and ending up in UnderFell is the part he understands. He most definitely doesn’t know this man’s language. Stars, this isn’t a babybones, he’s obviously fully grown and has his own complex language that he can speak and write, but… Red is going to have to teach him Common, isn’t he? Right from the start, alphabet and all. Red gives a slow sigh, then carefully takes the pen from Dream.

A. The first letter is on the paper, uppercase and lowercase, and Red hands the pen to Dream. Dream looks at the letters, then copies them, a nice, curving script that barely mimics Red’s but pulls off the shape of the letters either way. Red nods and smiles a little, then moves on to B. Slowly but surely, Dream copies the alphabet in order from Red, and when they’re finished, Red draws a symbol that equates to “repeat”.

Dream stares at it, processing, thinking, then moves the pen to make A. Aa. Bb. Cc. Dd. He has it, the alphabet is under his fingers. Then he draws a crescent shape and points to it.

“That’s a moon. M O O N, moon.” Red then puts it on paper, writing the name of it underneath the picture. Dream seems excited and writes it down as well, then giggles, cheeks a warm gold. “Moon…” he murmurs, staring at it for a few moments. Okay, so how is he supposed to make other words? He draws a simple version of himself and an arrow to the picture with three question marks. Red writes [me] underneath it. He points to the word, then the picture, then Dream. This brings back memories of teaching Edge as a babybones…

So it goes, Dream draws pictures and puts together letters and concepts to make words. The next few hours run smoothly with Red teaching Dream words and how to make them into sentences, and it’s when they’re taking a break that Edge returns home.

“Sans, you lazybones, you’re supposed to- who… who is that?” Edge stops short when he sees Dream, absolutely bewildered by the appearance of this strange new skeleton in their home.

“Yeah I’m not sure what ‘is name is, he popped up out of nowhere and healed my arm so I’m keeping him. I also found out ‘e doesn’t like mustard. Made a nasty face ‘bout it. Been calling ‘im Goldy but I’m fairly sure the man’s got a name.” Red looks to Dream as if for help.

“Sun! Cloud, sun, sleep, happy. Umm…” Dream makes a face. He sounds like a child. “I hate that I can’t speak well in this ‘common’ you’re showing me. My name is Dream, but your language is… hard to translate to. I know concepts, yes, but this…” He huffs and tries again. “Night thought? Happy?”

“He’s strugglin’, boss. Doesn’t speak our language, I’ve been tryin’ ta teach him.” Red shrugs, then looks to Dream, thinking. “Night thought? Fantasy, dream, nightmare, what do you think?”

“Night thought, sleep, happy.” Dream makes a face, frustrated that he can’t convey what word he’s trying to make. Surely there was something…

“Dream? A dream?” Edge pipes up, boot tapping the floor impatiently.

“Dream! I’m Dream, that’s my name.” Dream seems very happy with himself for this, and he does a little jig in his excitement.

“Okay, so what the fuck are you doing in our home?” Even as he asks this looking at Dream, he gives Red a look to the side. Dream seems to focus, to think, putting a hand on his cheek and scrunching his face up, trying to understand. In the end he gives up and looks to Red.

“What is fuck? And home?” Red groans, looks to Edge with a look of tired frustration, then gestures to Dream.

“It’s gonna take a while. He’s… learning. That’s what he’s doing here.”

“Fine. But only for a little while.”

A little while turned out to be weeks, and Dream was rather attached to Red, no matter how rude he happened to be. He had a voracious appetite for words, wanting to know more and more words until he could actually make proper sentences and put together words.

One day he comes to ask the question he really wants answered.

“Red?”

“Yeah? Wassup?”

“I’m looking for someone, but I don’t know where they are… he is? We didn’t really do pronouns back then. He. If I’m he then Night is he. We’re the same. But I don’t know where he is. I can’t sense him in this place.”

“Night? Don’t know a Night, sorry.”

“Umm… Drippy black skeleton man, has… uh, what are the wiggly limbs called again?”

“Tentacles? Geez, a walking hentai monster.”

“Shut up! He’s not a hentai monster, and that’s not what he uses his tentacles for anyway. He uses them for… to…” Dream’s eyelights shrink to pinpricks as he thinks back to exactly what Nightmare had used those tentacles for. “Hurt, blood, death, destruction. He- He’s not bad, though, it’s just the apples that did that to him! I just… I need to find him. He’s important to me.” His eyelights are back to normal, and he rushes to defend Nightmare even as he feels the dawning fear in Red.

“Yeah yeah he’s important to ya or whatever. Why do you really want to find him? He’s not yer type, bud.” Red lifts a brow, propping an elbow on the table and taking a sip of mustard. “Besides, ‘e seems to scare you.”

Dream decides to completely ignore the comment about what’s his type. It’s not worth pursuing. “I want to be one with him again. He is my other half.”

“Blah blah blah, sappy bullshit, you wanna fuck ‘im. Am I right?” Red waves his hand, a lazy gesture, making very little effort to listen to Dream about anything remotely romantic.

Dream’s face ignites with blush and he looks nearly indignant. “Do you have any other thought in your brain?! It is my fate to be with him. I must, and I wish to. I am his, and he is mine. It’s rather simple. Do you not… understand romance?”

“Nah, I just choose not to participate. ‘M not sappy like you.” Red makes a face.

“...Right.” Dream moves to get up. “Well if there’s any way I can fi-” Dream’s words are cut short as he knocks over the cup of juice he was drinking, and he scrambles to catch it, but it’s already too late. The mess on the floor is… boiling?

A figure rises from the puddle, jumping onto firm ground with a confident grin and looking to Dream. “You there! I knew something felt off, heh. What’s your name, where’d ya come from?”

Dream doesn’t know the name of his home. “...Dream.”

Looking back, Lily wishes he had run.

#lily #hyacinth #carnation #itdn canon #canon writing #mod star writes #(mod star)

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rogsclogs · 5 years

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Some Day One Day (Brian May x Reader); part 10

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Y/N wished so badly she could have stayed behind to talk to Brian right after the end of the test, but she knew how risky it would be with all the people getting in and out of the classroom, someone could have walked in on them at any given moment. So when she handed in the test and he didn't even look her in the eyes, she had no choice but to leave.

Truth is, Brian wanted nothing more than to look at her and talk to her again, and even hold her and kiss her again, but he was afraid she could be mad at him for helping her out and breaking the rules. He didn't regret it though, he would have done it again a million times, without thinking twice. She deserved to pass and he was madly in love, willing to risk his whole career for her. But there was still a chance of her hating him and he wasn't ready to face the possibility.

So he tried his best to ignore both her and the knot in his throat, then let her walk out without a word.

As she walked back to her friend’s place where she was currently staying, Y/N had some time to think about everything that had happened between her and Brian, and wondered to herself how in the world she could have been so stupid to get upset over a night out with Joe. Yes, she’d had fun, but it hadn't been worth losing the best thing in her life over.

In that moment she made up her mind and decided she was going to go back to Brian’s and apologize for everything, in hopes he would still love her and she could move back in with him and little Emily, who she missed just as much as she missed him.

She was so tired of going back and forth between all her friends’ tiny college apartments, trying to figure out a place where she could spend the next couple of days. She was currently living with Mary, a girl that she’d known since high school who had kindly told her she was more than welcome to stay as long as she needed, but Y/N knew that she was becoming a nuisance and that's the last thing she wanted. Why did everything in her life have to be so complicated?

As she stepped into Mary’s apartment, she heard her friend call her name.

“Y/N, thank God you’re back! Your mother just called saying that the school called her looking for you, I don't know why. She said you should call them back as soon as possible”.

The girl could feel her heart sink deeper and deeper, with anxious thoughts running through her head. Her heart felt too heavy for her chest and she was lightheaded.

Had they found out she cheated? She didn't exactly mean to cheat, but when offered the chance she took it, so she was to blame either way. Did they figure something out? Were they going to expel her? Was it gonna be the end for her?

She couldn't stop her heart from racing, but she still picked up the phone to call her school office number, which she knew by heart by then. If something was wrong, might as well find out immediately and get it over with.

“Hello this is the London University office speaking, how may I help you?”

“Hi, it’s Y/N Y/L/N, I was told you called looking for me earlier” the uncertainty was obvious in her voice and she seriously hoped the lady on the phone wouldn’t be able to tell. Not that she would give a damn either way, but still.

“Ah yes Miss Y/L/N, the exam committee already went over your test today because it happened to be the first of the pile and they simply wanted to let your know that you passed it with great results! Congratulations! In fact, they were delighted to see that your test was pretty much perfect and wanted you to be made aware immediately”.

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing and she felt her inner self squeak from joy.

“Really? Oh my.... I can't believe it”

“Congratulations again, you may come collect your result at our office anytime Miss. Have a great afternoon”

“You too, thank you so much”

As she hung up the phone, she felt Mary’s arms wrap tightly around her torso, her friend had managed to hear the whole conversation and couldn't be more proud.

“I’m so happy for you Y/N, you deserve this more than anyone else after how hard you worked. Mister May will be so proud of you too, I’m sure, I think he took a liking to you”.

You could say that he did.

She wanted to tell Brian as soon as possible, he was the main reason she hadn't failed twice and he deserved to know from her. She was so over the moon that she didn't even care about anything that had happened between them, she just wanted to run into his arms and kiss him again.

“Mary I have something that I really need to do, I gotta go” she said as she quickly grabbed her bag once more.

“I don't know at what time I’ll be back, but I’ll try to call you whenever I know for sure”

“Is everything okay?”

Everything was more than okay. Everything was great, she just needed Brian in her life again.

“Yes, I just need to talk to someone. I’ll see you soon”.

The whole subway ride was hectic for Y/N, she felt like she was living in a different reality and she smiled at everyone looking her way, wanting to share her happiness with the world and hold on to such a perfect moment in time.

It didn't take long for her to get to Brian’s, and when she did she felt some of that careless joy fade away as she was fairly sure Brian would slam the door in her face.

He had every right to, but she needed to fight for their relationship.

So she rang the doorbell and waited. Then waited some more and waited again until the door opened.

The first thing she noticed was that Brian looked extremely tired, like someone had sucked all the life right out of him. He had deep purple shadows under his eyes and swollen red cheeks, like he had spent a lot of time crying during the previous days. How had she not noticed the change in his appearance at school? How could she have been so oblivious?

She immediately forgot the main reason she was even looking for him, and she cupped his face in her hands to try and rub some of the tiredness away, ignoring his starstruck expression as he realized she was real and she was standing in front of him at his house.

“Y/N? What.... What are you doing here?” He asked in a low voice as he wrapped his hands around her own that were still sitting on his face. He couldn't believe she was back, he couldn't believe she was touching him and he certainly had no intention of letting go.

“I came back. I came back for you, if you still want me. I came back because I love you Brian, and I can't stand to spend another minute of my life pretending I don't”.

He still held onto her hands as he gently remove them from his face and pulled her into his apartment locking the door behind her. As soon as the door was closed, he wasted no time and kissed his girl with all the love and passion he had in himself as he felt he’d waited far too long for that moment to arrive.

The both of them could not keep their hands off each other and Y/N ran her chilly hands under Brian’s shirt up and down his torso, making him shiver.

“Wait, Brian, wait. What about Emily?” She couldn't help but feel scared that the little girl would run down the staircase looking for her daddy and catch them passionately making out. Y/N didn't feel like being questioned by a five year old at the moment.

“She’s still at daycare, we don't need to worry about her”

“Are you saying you want me back?”

Brian was genuinely confused by her question, how in the world could she doubt that he would want her back? Of course he did, the last couple of months without her had been a living hell for him to get through, all he wanted was for her to love him again.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me Y/N. And I know... I know this relationship is going to be hard, for the both of us. It’s hard for me to not be able to just go out with you any time I want to, and I know damn well it’s incredibly frustrating for you too, but if you're willing to give this a go then just know you'll always have me. Always, I promise you”

He had decided to wear his heart on his sleeve around her, after all she deserved to know the truth, she deserved to know that even if sometimes he was forced to act against his will and keep her hidden away like a stolen painting, he loved her more than anything else in the world.

“I love you Brian, so much it could drive me crazy”

#Some Day One Day #Brian May #brian may imagine #Brian May x reader #brian harold may #Queen #queen fic #queen fandom #queen x reader #queen imagines #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #fan blog #bohemian rhapsody #BoRhap #borhap imagine

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would it be possible for you to draw the three bakusquad couples hanging out together? (bakushima, kamijirou, and seromina)

Anon said:could you maybe draw some seromina? i feel like the ship doesn’t get enough love and they’re really cute together

I’ve had a comic about all three ships drafted for an age, maybe I’ll finally finish it later today!! :0

Anon said:Love your Bakushima stuff! It keeps me going through the hell I am in ;w;

Thank you!!! I’m sorry you’re not currently in a good place tho, anon ;^; I hope all the best will come your way soon!

Anon said:so i checked your FAQ and it doesn't mention anything about commissions, which i suppose maybe links in with the whole no requests thing? anyway, feel free to ignore this ask if you don't and never will do commissions but know that i'm here with my wallet open if you ever do lololol

Thank you so much for the interest??? Commissions are an idea that I’ve been tossing around in my head for the past month or so, actually - I’m not promising anything, but I might actually open them soon enough!

Anon said:Who is bottom, Bakugou or kirishima

This isn’t that sort of blog anon!!! No n//sfw talks around here

Anon said:You got any kaminai angst hc?

This is also not that sort of blog!!! No angst talks around here either! sorry to disappoint both of you, tho I would have assumed that was actually pretty obvious from the blog itself hahaha

Anon said:i love your art so much but there's something about the little chibi extras that make me want to squee and cry at the same time, they're sO CUTE

THANK YOU!!!!! Drawinf chibis has always been one of the most relaxing things for me, those extras are always 100% self-indulgence so knowing you like them makes me really happy!!! :D

Anon said:I just want to tattoo one of your kiribakus drawing on my back, can i?

I don’t know why you’d want to do that tbh hahaha

Anon said:Idk if you're into greek mythology but if kiribaku were put into the eros and psyche myth who do you think each one would be?

Hmmm to be honest I can’t say I feel like they fit either particularly well, but if I had to pick Baku would be Psyche and Kiri Eros, I feel :0

Anon said:Hi!!! I love your art sooo much!! Especially those comics where the bakusquad are turned into babies! SO CUTE I WAS DYING. Do you think you’ll ever do it again?

Ahhhhhhhh thank you so much for liking those, anon!! I don’t think I’ll ever pick up te exact same idea again, tho ;^; sorry, maybe a variation of it but not that same one

Anon said:I miss your Haikyuu fanart, particularly your BoKuroo stuff. The next season needs to happen.

!! well, I can’t say a new season is gonna change much as far as my content output is concerned, sadly - I’m also following the manga, after all haha

Anon said:I shall always reblog everything you create. They are all masterpieces.

AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!

Anon said:What post was it please share im in need

I’m sORRY it was a long long time ago and I never properly tagged it orz

Anon said:The poke thing.... OMG YOU KILL ME WTFFFF. So fucking cute, blasty baby. Your art make me so happy u dont have an idea! (In a manly way obvly haha) Thank u so much♡

!!!! thank you for liking it, anon!!!!!

Anon said:Okay last night at like 4am I looked at one of your fluffy kiribaku comics, and I don't even remember which one, but I saw it and began c r y i n g and I only remembered now

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh man I didn’t mean to make you cry??? Thank you for liking my stuff that much, tho!!

Anon said:Do you have any tips on how to draw hands and feet? I'm tired of drawing people with what look like claws and hooves

Somewhere in my #tutorials or #art tips tag there should be something about hands I did a while ago? But honestly anon the only real tip I can give you is to use a lot of references and draw them a lot, which sounds useless but it’s really how I’m learning how to draw them orz

Anon said: your art is so absolutely phenomenally unique and just, GORGEOUS. it makes me so happy and it makes me smile and just. i love it so much, thank you for sharing it with us

SOB thank you SO MUCH seriously oh my g o d ;O;

Anon said:lol anon from a previous ask about the lack of noses, I appreciate the detailed explanation. I thought I was going to get a simple "because I don't feel like it" which is cool too, I still appreciate the time you took to answer me

It’s okay! I have reasons for everything I do with my style (tho most of it boils down to I’m a very lazy person haha) so I don’t really mind that sorta questions! :D

Anon said:Did I ever tell you how much I fucking love you, and your art ❤️❤️❤️💗💖💓💞💘💕💝💗💓💖❣️💕💘💓💞💝💓💖💘💓💘💘💕

AAAHHHH THANK YOU!!!!

Anon said:You are honestly one of my favorite artists ever just because of your art style and because you're pretty much exclusively a kiribaku and bakysquad artist!

I do tend to draw a ton for that specific group right now, don’t I hahaha I’m glad you’re enjoying it!!!

Anon said:Consider this: Bakugou with glasses

oHO but I already did consider that :D

Anon said:I just wanna say thanks love for providing me with bakushima fluff it’s quite rare to see art of it so your my Bakushima fluff supply love ya!

I’m glad you’re enjoying it! Is it really rare tho? I feel like all the krbk I see around is fluff hahaha

Anon said:Dude, dude, DUDE, I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE AMAZING AND I'M NOT EVEN IN THE BNHA FANDOM ANYMORE (I wasn't a big fan of the protagonist) BUT I ALWAYS COME BACK TO YOUR BLOG!

HOLY HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I really hope that season 3 means we'll see hardened!kiri and the third years being animated.

Awww I really don’t think so, anon ;^; my guess is that Eri’s arc and the Big Three will be the beginning of s4 :(

Anon said:wait pls list some amazing blogs that you like im so curious to know where you draw inspiration from also I LOVE YOU

Ahhhh I love you too!!!! And if we’re talking about blogs that inspire me then !!! taro-k, motekill, sunflower-squad, itsdanfango, oikws, jeanrydeart, syblatortue (blog’s n//sfw, blah blah, you know the drill) camilleto, kimoidane, naeuri, l1ng, seventypercentethanol, natroze, andatsea, and that’s, just, the first I could come up with and only a minimal part of them seriously there’s so many great artists on this site orz

Anon said:Hey there! Firstly, I love your art it's stunning. Secondly, what are your fav ships from bnha aside from kamijiro and kiribaku? personay I enjoy todomomo and dekuraraka :))

OH thank you!!!!! And I’d say erasermic and most of any combination between the squad kids, really hahaha

Anon said:I have never even though about the noselessness (what is english language) of your art :D My brain has just slide aside that fact and after reading the anon's ask I went: What? They don't? Oh, they don't :D Your style is so expressive :D I love it

HECK thank you SO MUCH !!!!!!

Anon said:hey fran I would DIE for u

pLEASE DON’T DIE

Anon said:Would you draw Erasermic?

Hell yeah I would, after all I already have in the past hahaha

#fran answers #replies replies replies #hope you all have a nice day btw! today's nice here!!#the sun's high and i'm feeling g o o d #:D #anonymous

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ladyofpurple · 6 years

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GIRL ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE YOU UPDATED TPOY!! please tell me you haven’t given up on it )-:

I KNOW IM REALLY SORRY OMG

This took a bit longer to answer than it should have because I was trying to figure out how to reply, I guess?? The short answer is basically that writing bits of fic during my exams when I didn’t actually have the time to was super productive, mainly because I Didn’t Want To Do The Thing but my entire future hinged on Doing The Thing and anxiety-driven avoidance is excellent creative fuel, apparently. The problem is, of course, that once I finished and started getting my results back and actually had time to breathe again my brain kinda fizzled out and I never wanted to look at a Word document ever again in my life. Writing is really hard right now, for some reason. And not just TPoy — everything I try to write either gives me a headache, makes every idea I’ve ever had go flying out the window like magic, or looks like absolute garbage to me. (I’ve been trying, though, I promise!!!) There is more TPoY, though!! I swear to God!! It’s just coming along a little slower than anticipated.

The long answer is... a little more complicated and probably more than you’re interested in, and the main reason is the short one anyway. But I’ll put a long answer under a cut just in case (aka the entire history of TPoY lol), since I’ve lowkey wanted to post about it for a while now but didn’t quite know how to? May get a little very personal, I suppose.

Basically, TPoY is and always has been a garbage fic. I don’t say that to disparage my own writing or attempt to elicit praise from anyone: I have always considered it a glorious dumpster fire of experimentation, a ridiculous Frankenstein’s monster of all my favorite ML tropes as a practice run, since it had been so long since attempting to write anything at all. I’m thrilled that people like it, of course! Whenever people send me asks about it my answers always involve a lot of exclamation points and variations on “I AM CURRENTLY SOBBING ON THE FLOOR IN GRATITUDE” because I honestly have no idea how to express how genuinely teary-eyed I get when someone tells me how much they like it, or post a comment. That being said, it was always intended for my own amusement and/or therapy, and that it’s gotten so many bookmarks and kudos and comments is incredibly surreal, even after a whole year.

When I started writing it, I was working through a lot of stuff. My first boyfriend had broken up with me, and as we lived together in his hometown I was stuck there on my own for another year before I could move back home. 2016 was filled with a lot of horrifying shit that kept happening one after the other and I eventually almost had to drop out of school because I couldn’t handle it all. The relationship was pretty toxic but all I knew at the time was that I was scared and alone and heartbroken.

When I started writing, it was after 8 months of the worst bout of depression I’ve ever experienced, and I still wasn’t well, but I functioned passably enough to start hyperfocusing on things. I had an idea about a fic I suddenly wanted to write, and it would have a happy ending and all, but I could work through my feelings in a way I hadn’t tried to since before my ex and I got together. I pulled a lot of the start of the fic (the rejection, the miscommunication, the avoidance) from my recent breakup, yes, but also from my first rejection, aka the only other boy I’d liked enough to confess my feelings to. We were 17, and he admitted that he knew, and then suddenly we weren’t friends anymore. A year and a half later, I got together with my ex, and suddenly after three years of dedicating my life to “us” on his whims he was ghosting me without explanation.

I see a lot of myself in Marinette at that age. The awkwardness, the enthusiasm, the incredibly obvious lovesick obsession with a cute boy who’s nice to you. I wondered if maybe she would react the same, if put into similar circumstances as I had been. Focus on the self-doubt that would follow, based on insecurities she’s already shown in the show — coupled with your standard teenage hormone-fest —and you’d have a fabulous starter for angstfic and a free therapy session all in one.

The problem with that is nobody knows this backstory but me. People focusing on Marinette’s insecurities is nothing new. Other people are annoyed it’s such a popular trope. And the fact that I’ve chosen to focus on certain aspects of the main characters’ identities for the purposes of a story I started on a whim has been making me insecure for a long time because people in the fandom are tired of those characterizations. I’ve never gotten hate comments —I don’t even remember ever getting constructive criticism on TPoY. But I’m well aware that the plot is far from original and definitely lacking in certain places, and as the comments roll in and the hits go up my anxiety mounts because oh my God I’m that guy in the fandom.

I always intended on focusing on different aspects of their characterizations in different fics to suit the plot, y’know? Not ignoring parts of their personalities, but just... emphasizing other parts. But TPoY is the one most people have read. I have a couple one-shots where I tried to do something like that, with different aspects of their characters, but short one-shots can’t really compare to a 100,000+ word WIP, even if they even slightly compared in popularity (they don’t). So my only notable contribution to the fandom is TPoY. And that makes me anxious.

Then there’s the Frankenstein-like obsession with adding every trope I’ve ever wanted to write in a fic like this. I’ve mentioned before that the original plan for this was, like, 10-15 chapters at most. But every chapter I write I’m like, “But what if I did this???” Like I said, I never intended it to be even remotely popular. The only other fandoms I’ve written for are microscopic in comparison. I had no frame of reference for a pairing this big — all my previous experience was from Fanfiction.net, for Christ’s sake. I assumed I wouldn’t finish it, and even getting to chapter 6 was a surprise. But that hyperfocus somehow held on for dear life and I was banging out chapters like nobody’s business. And people were responding to it. And I think that kind of went to my head a little? Not like in an “I deserve all this attention” kind of way, but more like a “People like?? This thing I’m doing??? I cannot squander this opportunity, I must give them m o r e” kind of way. It was the best I’d felt since the breakup and I didn’t really think I deserved it, so I kind of wanted to... prove I did, I guess, by writing everything I’d ever wanted in a lovesquare fic in hopes that people would keep liking it and me and I’d keep feeling nice. (I mean, I’d planned to add in a ridiculous amount of tropes anyway, I just ended up adding a lot more than I’d planned.)

On the one hand, people go nuts for that shit. On the other, it’s getting harder and harder to justify cramming all this shit into the same fic. This compulsion keeps fucking me over by giving me spur-of-the-moment ideas for sub-plots I never wanted and certainly didn’t properly think through before posting the foreshadowing or setup for — yet at the same time they’re usually thought of and integrated several chapters in advance so I can’t just... leave them out? And part of me kind of doesn’t want to?? And I’m trying with every fiber in my being not to rewrite just the first 3 chapters, let alone the entire fic. A side-effect of my FF.net history at 13 was Never Edit Anything. Yeah, I’ll do some spell-check. Maybe some rewording here and there. Sometimes I’ll post a chapter and come back sporadically over the next few days to change out some punctuation or whatever. But if I don’t like a section after writing for a while? Throw the Whole Ass Chapter out. After it’s posted? This Is Your Life Now.

let’s not talk about how everything after chapter 27 was supposed to go very differently

Never mind that, after writing a hundred thousand goddamn words in a year, one’s writing skill tends to evolve and increase over time. Not just in regards to vocabulary, but with consistency and pacing and structure. This means, of course, that I can’t ever reread my own writing without the Evil Writing Goblin in my brain telling me to start the whole thing over from scratch. It’s fine.

I suppose I could get a beta, but I’m very bad at taking critique and as I’m even worse at talking to people than I am at posting on time I don’t think that would work out very well.

The point of this goddamn novel is that TPoY means a lot to me, probably a lot more than people realize. It’s kinda dumb and very cheesy and absurdly long, but it was the first real thing I did for myself after my whole life fell apart. I will finish it!!

But it’s hard to write it right now. I’m trying— I’m writing four chapters at the same time right now (a bit less than 10,000 words combined at current count). I don’t want to try to rewrite the whole fic or keep “mischaracterizing” the characters or lose the suspense I’ve tried to build (or, God forbid, try to keep interest so hard it hurts the rest of the fic) and risk alienating readers. I can’t stress enough how much these supportive comments mean to me, even on something as silly as a fanfic. But I also don’t want to force myself to write it or write something just because other people might or might not like it and risk alienating me. So I’m stuck at a kind of anxiety-induced impasse with myself that’s just made worse by the fact that I’m having trouble writing anything at all at the moment.

Jesus Christ this was longer than I meant it to be. Please don’t take this as a pity-party or anything. I don’t want sympathy or, I don’t know, reassurance or anything, I just wanted everything to be Out There because it really is the most in-depth response I could give and y’all deserve an honest answer. Some of you guys have been reading since the beginning and I can’t express how much that means to me. I feel really bad when I haven’t updated in a long time, because I know my fic makes some people really happy!

And PLEASE don’t take this as a “STOP ASKING ME ABOUT TPOY GODDAMMIT” because this is the opposite of that. I FUCKING LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME ABOUT TPOY. I L I V E FOR IT. But it sucks when the only answer I have is “I don’t know when it’ll be up, sorry :( ”

I mean, that’ll probably still be the answer I give, unless I by some miraculous (heh) stroke of luck) start hyperfocusing on writing again.

But at least y’all kinda know why now.

#did someone call for Too Much Information??#BUT THANK YOU FOR YOUR MESSAGE I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU #I HOPE THAT ANSWERS YOUR QUESTION #[SEVERAL HEART EMOJIS]#tpoy fic #anon good nurse #Lady answers stuff

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its-me-im-coraline · 6 years

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Reggie Mantle | Let me make this right.

Count of words: 1273

Warnings: none

A/N: Sorry it took me so long but I am simply surrounded by homework and barely have anytime for anything else, even while on Christmas break. Also please be nice about this cause I wrote this on my phone and Im not that good writing on my phone… OK bye ❤

MASTERLIST

PROMPTS

AND REQUESTS HERE

Please can you do one with jughead, Archie, Veronica and Betty where y/n is jugheads little sister and she’s 9 months pregnant and her boyfriend left her and she goes into labour but it’s too late to go to hospital so they call an ambulance and Betty or Veronica help deliver the baby while the boys help encourage her because she’s too tired to push and please can the baby be a boy called mason and the dad turns up and it’s reggie but no one knew he was the dad and everyone kicks off

She considered being pregnant as a gift. It was for sure painful and terrifying, especially while still being a teenager, but the ‘suffering’ would be worth it the moment she would hold her little bundle of joy in her arms for the first time. It would be a feeling she were not sure she would ever forget, or want to forget.

She wasn’t alone through this journey. Not entirely, that is. The father of the baby was no where near her anymore, he fled as soon as he heard the words baby, pregnant and daddy in the same sentence. She had moved on the South Side in the meanwhile and he was hanging around the Northside being reckless along with her brothers red headed best friend. He never visited or tried to keep in touch with her, for the baby’s sake. But, she didn’t need him. She had her brother, Jughead, and both his North and South Side friends. The Serpents were there for her as well. Being Fp’s daughter she quickly became family, and Serpents take care of their own.

So far everything went well. The baby seemed to be growing perfectly inside of her and her due date was very close, something that excited her further. November 28th. That was the date marked in her trusty calendar, probably adorned with over a hundred tiny hearts.

It was very close, her mind still not believing the information. Today was November 25th, meaning she had three more days ahead of her, three agonizing days full of excitement and anxiety for the day she’d meet her little angel for the first time. Little did she know that she didn’t have to wait any longer. It was currently approximately eight o'clock in the afternoon.

She was calmly watching TV with a sleepy Toni Topaz next to her on the couch. It was indeed early but the pink haired girl had a tough day once again.

“Is it OK with you if I love before the girls arrive. Jughead told me they’re going to be here soon and I definitely need some sleep.” She simply nodded and ushered the girl out of the trailer’s door.

For a little while no one was around. A car nowhere to be seen and the closest hospital about an hour away. A sudden pain shot across her abdomen not concerning the girl just yet. It was mild and tolerable.

For the next hour or so she had little aches like that with the same maintenance. While this was going on her two dear friends Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge entered the small place she called home. Ironically enough Veronica’s driver was nowhere near the trailer. He simply dropped off the two teenagers and left. The pain slowly became more persistent as the hour passed by.

It was a little more after an hour since the first pain and this time she couldn’t contain her agonizing screaming. The two girls that were there; since as mentioned Toni left, immediately caught up on what was going on and were quick to react.

“V call Archie and tell the to hurry as much as possible!” Yelled Betty as she rushed to the bathroom to fill the tub with warm water.

“We wont be able to rush her to the hospital in time Betty.” Veronica exclaimed still doing as told.

“I know but we do at least need help for this.” She replied helping Y/N get out of her clothes and into the now filled bathtub.

-skip to after labor because I really don’t know exactly how it goes… I know the basics but don’t know details and don’t want to mess up -

After a long and painful labor the gift called he baby boy was finally there. Throughout the process she had been a little to weak to push or do much so she was thankful her brother and his friend were there just in time to help.

Truth be told that constant and vibrant pain accompanied by the pressure she felt was not easy to comprehend especially while being a teenager. She made it though and it was all worth it at the end.

It had already been a couple of days after little Mason’s birth. The name was the idea of her brother, Jughead, saying how her son should have a normal name and not be called Forsythe Pendelton the Fourth.

“It is kinda getting old,” he said.

She smiled at the thought and turned her attention back to the TV watching a random TV show on Netflix while softly stroking the back of the tiny human. Suddenly there was a very obnoxious knock on the trailer’s door and without removing her sons body from hers she got up. After opening the door Y/N regret her actions but didn’t show it.

“Is it mine?” Was all the man before her said.

“A ‘hello, how are you? I’m sorry I fled as soon as you told me’ would be nice!” She remarked sarcastically.

“Is he mine ?” He asked again ignoring her previous comment.

“Of course he is! Did you not realize that when I came to you and told you I’m pregnant. Now leave please, both me and MY son need some rest!” She replied emphasizing on 'my’.

“C-can I hold him?” He questioned his expression softening as he caught a glimpse of his cute little face.

It was calm and relaxed but a tiny little smiled appeared as the boy said that. Y/N didn’t reply. She simply moved towards the couch allowing the man to follow close behind her after closing the door behind him. As he sat down next to her she arranged his arms properly with her free hand as he was staring at her actions in aw. Carefully she placed Mason on his father’s arms.

“He looks like you.” He said not taking his eyes off his son.

“He has your eyes though Reggie.” It was peaceful for a while.

Reggie just stayed there admiring both his son and his girlfriend; or rather ex girlfriend, trying to put his mind on its place and take ahold of the information. He had a son, with Y/N, the girl he fell in love with during elementary school, the girl he snuck around with since middle school cause her father and brother didn’t approve him, the girl he left behind with a baby growing inside of her because he was scared.

He wasn’t just scared of parenthood, no. He was scared of what would happen to his family, the family he created and wanted to be around till he was grey and old. He was being foolish alongside the Andrews boy and didn’t want anyone to get to the two of them because of his stupidity.

“I’m sorry.“He whispered, expression soft as his large finger caressed the baby’s chubby cheek.

"Sorry won’t cut it Regg.” Her face was dull, most color drowned from it as her lips were now carved in a small frown.

She was confused, she didn’t know what to do. She wanted him back, she wanted the picture perfect family he had promised her but when she needed him the most, he left.

“I know snowflake, but-”

“Don’t call me that.” She interrupted him, the nickname making her heart clutch as if someone was squeezing it.

He started calling her that back in elementary school. It had started snowing while they were still in school and she quickly run outside, extremely infatuated by the small snowflakes falling from the sky and onto her face and body.

“Just let me make this right!”

#reggie mantle #reggie mantle imagine #reggie mantle imagines #reggie mantle one shot #reggie mantle fluff #riverdale imagines #riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale one shot #riverdale fluff #oldwriting

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gettin-bi-bi-bi · 3 years

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1/6 Hi! Im the questioning bi enby anon that is afraid of having ruined their life by questioning lol What can I do if there are no ways to chat to a professional online without spending money (im not economically independent) in my area? I dont live in the US and everything seems to be there. Aside from the pandemic, im not ready to go to any group in person yet. I’m very distressed about my queerness, to the point where it’s difficult to concentrate on other things like study.

2/6Part of me hopes this is not real and im just imagining things.I do have a therapist, but one time she made a weird comment about tinder including multiple sexualities so I never felt good about telling her about my possible bisexuality, but now things have escalated and im having suicidal thoughts in regards of my gender. I talked to an online friend about this but ofc these are things that exceeds him

3/6 i dont want to act on my thoughts, but im tired of having them so I considered talking to my therapist about this and see if she can relocate me with a gender therapist or something (and telling my parents something else) but im not sure if that’s a good idea

4/6 i do keep a journal and a private blog, but sometimes putting my thoughts there doesn’t make me feel better and I struggle to find the words to what im feeling. It used to help me a lot for other things, but for some reason is not as effective for this

5/6 i have joined a group online for nonbinary people but we cant talk about things regarding suicide and it seems like most ppl are more chill about these things that I am and sometimes it makes me feel worse to be in a group because it reminds me that I probably dont fit in standard society. I hate being sad about this.

6/6 so my questions are basically if there is somewhere i can talk to in chat without being US exclusive or requiring money and if it’s a good idea to tell my therapist about this even if she may have some prejudices. Honestly I dont know what to do, i want my life back lol (Tiger answered my previous ask, if they can answer this too it would be nice. If anyone else has something to say its welcome)

Hi anon. Have you actually told your therapist about your suicidal thoughts, if not about the cause of them? I think you do need to talk to a professional about these thoughts, ideally someone who is at least sympathetic towards queer people (if not queer themself) and qualified to address the suicidal thoughts with you (though obviously someone with experience of dealing with suicidal thoughts stemming from sexuality/gender related issues would be best, but may not be possible to find easily). Since you do already have a therapist I think she should at least be your starting point for this. Even if perhaps she doesn’t really understand queer identities she should at least be able to talk through the suicidal thoughts more with you and if she is not able to address the gender/sexuality issues specifically herself perhaps she can point you in the direction of those who are more understanding about those issues specifically (and if she is outright bigoted and unhelpful about this then she’s not a good therapist and you really need a better one but hopefully that won’t be the case, she may well be just lacking an understanding of other identities currently. Lots of people do make vaguely offensive comments about queer identities but because they’re ignorant not because they’re actually hateful).

Also I don’t want to pry too much but are your suicidal thoughts purely coming from your gender/sexuality issues or are there other things too? Other issues that you’re trying to deal with too, or mental health issues, something like depression or anxiety that may itself be causing or contributing to the suicidal thoughts? Because I’m certainly no expert in dealing with these things despite my own issues but if there are other issues in play here then those may need managing (or managing differently to the way they’re being managed currently) in addition to addressing the issues you’re experiencing specifically in regard to your gender/sexuality issues. Again I think that is something your therapist is going to be best placed to address, whether she can deal with it herself or needs to direct you to someone else.

I’m afraid I don’t really know very much myself about what kind of resources there are for people to access, about either specifically queer issues or suicidal thoughts and especially when I don’t know what country you are in. Where actually are you, anon? Unfortunately a lot of things will be US-centric or US-only, but most countries must have some kind of resources for queer people as well as broader support for suicidal people generally. (If anyone does have suggestions for those kind of things that may help anon then please add to this.)

If it helps, you definitely aren’t alone and you aren’t the only one to have issues with or related to your orientation or gender or to feel isolated from ‘standard society’. Maybe it feels like you’re the only one like this but I promise you, you’re not, all of us who don’t fit the ‘norms’ and the ‘standards’ of wider society are probably going to feel excluded or isolated or invisible because of this at some point and feel varying levels of anguish over this. And while many people are chill about their gender or sexuality and some people it’s true never really experience any issues with them, many aren’t really that chill about it at all and only appear so on the surface, or many only become happier and accepting and able to embrace their identities after doing a huge amount of questioning and worrying and stressing out and having to seek help and support from others. And many people are going to be happy about it sometimes and then experience issues at other times, they’re not going to be constantly happy. Also many of your issues related to gender are probably very similar to many binary trans people’s issues and experiences. I know that there is still a lot of erasure of and even bigotry towards non-binary people even within parts of the wider trans community but overall I think there is more understanding and acceptance than erasure and bigotry there, so don’t think you automatically have to limit yourself to non-binary specific groups and communities because there is often huge amounts of overlap between non-binary and binary trans people’s experiences and in some ways they can be practically identical.

My main advice really anyway is try to talk to your therapist about this, she is there to help you and even if she may not feel able to deal with your specific issues herself she still has an obligation to help you and she should be able to guide you towards someone who is better placed to deal with them.

- Tiger

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Tuesday 12th December

Before i moved to my current placement (where it is just me) i had 2 previous placements, which were supposed to be my "forever home" but just after a year both broke down and i sort of ended up where i am now by accident. In my previous placements i lived with other children, foster siblings as such. For the sake of this blog we will call my first long term carer Joyce and my second Helen.

I moved to Joyce's a week after my 13th birthday (at the end of the summer holidays) and left just before halloween. In the year i spent there i must have lived with around 8 children. Maximum 3 at a time. But normally only one or two. Helen had an adopted daughter, who was a handful, around my age (i was 14-15 when i lived there) and every so often would respite (look after a child for a weekend).

After moving from Helens, i was in a bad state. (Which is why i moved) and so it was agreed that i would move in with my current family, Cathy and Paul. It was made clear that i needed a lot of support so it was vital that i was the only child in the placement. Cathy and Paul accepted this and a promised to me that i was theirs and they would love me forever, i was the only one. That was the condition. Only. Me.

Skip forward 20 months and everything is great. Ive just walked in from school and plodded my self down on the sofa (my sofa) to see the "family" pad on the table, which they dont usually use, so in my confusion i pick it up. There . Written into google in clear font is

"Fostering babies in kent"

My heart stops. I read it again. And then once more outloud. My carers just unpacking their stuff in the kitchen make their way in. The room is tense. I ask them what this is and they reply "we have been asked to consider it"

Quote.

Heres when the whole shebang of lying, anxiety and tense-ness started.

Okay so they want a baby. Great. When i turn 18 (in 9 months) they want to permanently foster a baby. So they are basically having a child.

As i said earlier, i came to this placement by accident when i was 16. Meaning by the age of 18 i would of only had 2/3 years with them. Before im gone. Flown the nest.

Also fostering a baby is a terrible idea, for many reasons. One, Cathy hates babies. Two, Paul is disabled and gets tired very easy, lambing took a huge toll on him last year. Imagine a what 18 years would do.

I told them this.

They said

"We are really being pressured to"

I said

"I thought you were asked to CONSIDER"

I had them there. Caught them out.

Paul stuttered.

"Well uh, both?"

Lairs.

Cathy was being extra bitchy about it too, i told them how i felt and she completely ignored my feelings.

Which are:

1. I feel hurt, i feel hurt that they would "consider" something so huge and not involve me. Not even tell me. I had to find out from accidently coming across search history. On google.

2. Im jealous. Im jealous that after them saying maybe a baby is a bad idea that they now want a toddeler. (Before i accidently came, they planned on getting two toddelers.) As in a 2-4 year old. That will get to spend 16 years with. Compared to my 2/3 that is nothing. Nothing. Thats forgettable.

3. I feel replaced. Ill be gone soon, and they want a young child who they can raise, give the childhood too they always wanted. They always say that they feel bad that they didn't know me sooner and they which they had more time with me. And thats what they are getting. With someone else. They always wanted a toddeler, and when im gone thats what they will be getting, and i feel totally worthless. Like im not what they want. I was just a mere 2 years preventing them from what they really wanted.

4. I feel irrelevant. I keep saying they arent taking into account my feelings. They argue they are. But clearly they arent because if they were they would understand how heartbroken and hurt i am. I think about it every minute of they day. Its made me ill. I get anxious , my heart racing. Ive had atleast 3 crying attacks at school because of it. Cathy says she is taking my feelings into account. But at the end of they day. They want it. So its happening. Clearly they havent noticed how much its affecting me.

5. Selfish. Yes im selfish. Im selfish that i want them all to myself. But then again. Thats what THEY PROMISED me. But clearly when i turn 18 all promises are void. What about the promise i can stay as long as i like? Or that they will love me forever? Yeah. Exactly. Im selfish that im denying a child a home. And yeah i feel AWFUL about it, honestly. But they are also selfish for stabbing me in the back.

6. I feel betrayed. In 2 ways. One because i have a suspicion this was the plan all along. They have basically admitted it. So ive been lied to the whole time. And secondly because they told me we were moving house to 1. Get away from our horrible neighbours and 2. To have more space for me. Which is such a shitty cover up now because clearly its not to have space for me, but for another child. (Cathy has already talked about colour schemes for there stating the spare room must be "unisex" , clearly for the child not as a spare guest bedroom).

7. I feel they are being unrealistic. A toddeler is A LOT of work and clearly they are living in a fantasy world if they think they can handle it. Im not going to be around to help 24/7. They have 0 experience with young children (unlike me). Its a dream. And a shitty one at that. Paul has a disability and will not cope with that much work, Cathy is never home. Both have really bad anxiety (which they are in denial about, and panic easily). Great qualities to look after a energetic child. Paul is also a massive softly and would never decipline them so it would be choas. Its just never going to work or fit into their lifestyle. They will hate it.

8. Im heartbroken. Heart broken they lied to me. Heartbroken they may not of told me till i was 18. Im heartbroken they always said i was theirs, and i would be the only one. Im heartbroken that they dont see how much this affects me. That they are so blind in their dream to say "youre going to be a big sister" and think everything will be great and so happy and perfect in one big white picket fence family. With no struggles or strife. Which their will be, a lot of. They just about coped, well they didnt, with me in the bad times. And they want to do that all again. For 16 years??

9. I feel abandoned. I feel abandoned because they think once im 18 i will be settled and fine and no longer have anxiety. I feel abandoned because they have a new project, new toy to make them feel validated and im not good enough. Never was because i wasnt what they wanted, i never was.

10. I feel so many things. I feel alone, hurt, selfish, stupid. Everyday i spend with them i feel like its one less day im spending with them. Before im forgetten about. They say they wont forget about me, i know but, i can compete with an adorable 2 year old for 16 years. I wont be here for 16 years. I get 4 tops. And don't be stupid and say im never leaving because i will. And we wont be one big happy family. You will be a happy family. I will be alone. You lied to me, you betrayed me, you called ME selfish for rejecting a child a home. Yet you are completely pushing me out. If you adopted that child (which you deny will happen but i know you will) that child will be so much more yours than i will ever or ever have been. Even if you dont adopt them. You get to raise them, go through their entire life with them, birthdays, first love, exams, puberty, embarrassing hairstyles, new school. Everything that i couldnt have. That child will be yours. And i will never be. Im nothing. Im worthless. Im gone.

I dont know what to do, or how to feel anymore.

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