Tumgik
#and the rest of the school hates it because all they've heard for the last week is 'I see a little silhouette of a man'
autismserenity · 2 months
Text
know someone who enjoys horror stories? share this one! it's true!
hahahahahahahahahaha aarrggghhhhhhhhhh 3,000,000 deaths due to COVID-19 last year. Globally. Three million. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. The reason people are still worried about COVID is because it has a way of quietly fucking up your body. And the risk is cumulative.
I'm going to say that again: the risk is cumulative.
It's not just that a lot of people get bad long-term effects from it. One in seven or so? Enough that it's kind of the Russian Roulette of diseases. It's also that the more times you get it, the higher that risk becomes. Like if each time you survived Russian Roulette, the empty chamber was removed from the gun entirely. The worst part is that, psychologically, we have the absolute opposite reaction. If we survive something with no ill effects, we assume it's pretty safe. It is really, really hard to override that sense of, "Ok, well, I got it and now I probably have a lot of immunity and also it wasn't that bad." It is not a respiratory disease. Airborne, yes. Respiratory disease, no: not a cold, not a flu, not RSV.
Like measles (or maybe chickenpox?), it starts with respiratory symptoms. And then it moves to other parts of your body. It seems to target the lungs, the digestive system, the heart, and the brain the most.
It also hits the immune system really hard - a lot of people are suddenly more susceptible to completely unrelated viruses. People get brain fog, migraines, forget things they used to know.
(I really, really hate that it can cross the blood-brain barrier. NOTHING SHOULD EVER CROSS THE BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER IT IS THERE FOR A REASON.) Anecdotal examples of this shit are horrifying. I've seen people talk about coworkers who've had COVID five or more times, and now their work... just often doesn't make sense? They send emails that say things like, "Sorry, I didn't mean Los Angeles, I meant Los Angeles."
Or they insist they've never heard of some project that they were actually in charge of a year or two before.
Or their work is just kind of falling apart, and they don't seem to be aware of it.
People talk about how they don't want to get the person in trouble, so their team just works around it. Or they describe neighbors and relatives who had COVID repeatedly, were nearly hospitalized, talked about how incredibly sick they felt at the time... and now swear they've only had it once and it wasn't bad, they barely even noticed it.
(As someone who lived with severe dissociation for most of my life, this is a genuinely terrifying idea to me. I've already spent my whole life being like, "but what if I told them that already? but what if I did do that? what if that did happen to me and I just don't remember?") One of its known effects in the brain is to increase impulsivity and risk-taking, which is real fucking convenient honestly. What a fantastic fucking mutation. So happy for it on that one. Yes, please make it seem less important to wear a mask and get vaccinated. I'm not screaming internally at all now.
Tumblr media
I saw a tweet from someone last year whose family hadn't had COVID yet, who were still masking in public, including school.
She said that her son was no kind of an athlete. Solidly bottom middle of the pack in gym.
And suddenly, this year, he was absolutely blowing past all the other kids who had to run the mile. He wasn't running any faster. His times weren't fantastic or anything. It's just that the rest of the kids were worse than him now. For some reason. I think about that a lot. (Like my incredibly active six-year-old getting a cold, and suddenly developing post-viral asthma that looked like pneumonia.
He went back to school the day before yesterday, after being home for a month and using preventative inhalers for almost week.
He told me that it was GREAT - except that he couldn't run as much at recess, because he immediately got really tired. Like how I went outside with him to do some yard work and felt like my body couldn't figure out how to increase breathing and heart rate.
I wasn't physically out of breath, but I felt like I was out of breath. That COVID feeling people describe, of "I'm not getting enough air." Except that I didn't have that problem when I had COVID.) Some people don't observe any long (or medium) term side effects after they have it.
But researchers have found viral reservoirs of COVID-19 in everyone they've studied who had it.
It just seems to hang out, dormant, for... well, longer than we've had an opportunity to observe it, so far.
(I definitely watched that literal horror movie. I think that's an entire genre. The alien dormant under ice in the Arctic.)
(oh hey I don't like that either!!!!!!!!!) All of which is to explain why we should still care about avoiding it, and how it manages to still cause excess deaths. Measuring excess deaths has been a standard tool in public health for a long time.
We know how many people usually die from all different causes, every year. So we can tell if, for example, deaths from heart disease have gone way up in the past three years, and look for reasons. Those are excess deaths: deaths that, four years ago, would not have happened. During the pandemic, excess death rates have been a really important tool. For all sorts of reasons. Like, sometimes people die from COVID without ever getting tested, and the official cause is listed as something else because nobody knows they had COVID. But also, people are dying from cardiovascular illness much younger now.
People are having strokes and heart attacks younger, and more often, than they did before the pandemic started. COVID causes a lot of problems. And some of those problems kill people. And some of them make it easier for other things to kill us. Lung damage from COVID leading to lungs collapsing, or to pneumonia, or to a pulmonary embolism, for example. The Economist built a machine-learning model with a 95% confidence interval that gauges excess death statistics around the world, to tell them what the true toll of the ongoing COVID pandemic has been so far.
Total excess deaths globally in 2023: Three million.
3,000,000.
Official COVID-19 deaths globally so far: Seven million. 7,000,000. Total excess deaths during COVID so far: Thirty-five point two million. 35,200,000.
Five times as many.
That's bad. I don't like that at all. I'm glad last year was less than a tenth of that. I'm not particularly confident about that continuing, though, because last year we started a period of really high COVID transmission. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. Here's their data, and charts you can play with, and links to detailed information on how they did all of this:
Here's a non-paywalled link to it:
https://archive.vn/2024.01.26-012536/https://www.economist.com/graphic-detail/coronavirus-excess-deaths-estimates
Oh: here's a link to where you can buy comfy, effective N95 masks in all sizes:
Those ones are about a buck each after shipping - about $30 for a box of 30. They also have sample packs for a dollar, so you can try a couple of different sizes and styles.
You can wear an N95 mask for about 40 total hours before the effectiveness really drops, so that's like a dollar for a week of wear.
They're also family-owned and have cat-shaped masks and I really love them. These ones are cuter and in a much wider range of colors, prints, and styles, but they're also more expensive; they range from $1.80 to $3 for a mask. ($18-$30 for a box of ten.)
7K notes · View notes
lingering-42-long · 1 year
Note
Idk how many more ideas I have left in me lol
Request - König OR Rodolfo Parra x F! Reader [fluff]
Prompt/Idea - They're always writing poems/drawing stuff but they've lost inspiration. That's until they meet the reader on base or outside of the base, and immediately they begin to write/draw about them. The reader notices them and tries to talk to them, but they freak out and walk away, just for the art piece to fall out of their book. The reader picks it up and smiles
An Artist’s Muse
König x f! reader
I loved the idea of both so I may do another for Rudy. If this gets 20 likes I’ll do a Rudy version!
Sorry I have been inactive, I didn’t have any writing juice in me…. This is a short but sweet story. I changed it up a little bit because I didn’t read the full thing and I should’ve lol. I still think this is super sweet.
Warnings: none, fluff
Scenario: when König meets his girl for the first time, he gets the sudden urge to open his sketch book to draw.
Austria was a beautiful place with scenery that rivaled even some of the best locations anywhere else in Europe or America for that matter. König believed it wholeheartedly. This was his home where he grew up with his father and mother on their farm. He loved it here, though he hated the people of his town to some degree. But here he was sitting in another local area in a small café right outside of the main street. He was away from his obligations for a few months. He needed some time to recover and some time to rest. Just to be by himself.
One of his favorite past times was art. Growing up his mother sent him to an art school where he fell in love with art. He enjoyed doing a large variety of different things ranging from acrylic to oil watercolor and sketching with pencils and pens. He was a natural talent and everyone believed that he had a knack for it. He even entered a few of his pieces into a few contests and even one a little bit of prize money here and there. One might think that he would’ve chosen a path dealing with something in art for his career but he needed some thing else to channel his aggression, while art was a good way to relax, he still needed some thing else to fuel his mind.
As he was sitting, trying to think of some thing to draw, anything would be good at this point, he heard the door chime from where he was at his table. The café wasn’t usually busy at this time of the day but there were the occasional people that would be going back-and-forth ordering drinks or grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading off to another meeting or leaving to go do some thing. He didn’t like going during the times that were a little busy. As he took a sip from his coffee, he looked up to see a girl. This made him almost choke on his hot beverage, to him she was beautiful. Her hair flowed gracefully over her shoulders and her beautiful eye sparkled as she was trying her hardest to speak to the barista in his native tongue of German. It wasn’t good he wouldn’t lie but he could see the effort that she was trying. Thankfully the barista also knew English and help the girl out order her drink. König wanted to hide and not be seen. Out of all the days an angel had to land on this one particular afternoon.
The girl sat in a table next to a window across from him. She had brought a book to read and seems to be enjoying the hard cover. Inspiration hit him hard. Carefully pulling out his sketchpad once again, he began quietly working away every once in a while taking a quick glance in her direction just enough to remember features before sketching more on the page.
She stayed only for an hour before getting up, finishing her coffee, putting it in the trash, and waving goodbye to the baristas. He wanted to go after her, to show her what he had done so far, but he knew that would be awkward for both of them. She might think that he was stocking her and the last thing he wanted was to startle her. He was now pretty grumpy about the whole thing. All he wanted to do was to give her his drawing of her and hopes of asking her if she wanted to grab coffee soon, but now his chances were ruined because he didn’t have the courage to ask. He groaned and lightly hit his head against the table. He hated his social awkwardness, he always did. He just wanted the courage to go up and ask her.
Sighing, he picked up his equipment and put them back into his bag before he to finish this coffee and left for the day. As he walked out, he wanted to see if he could spot her anywhere on the street, but it was like she vanished. There was no trace of her. Cursing to himself quietly, he made his way to his car to head back to his families homestead.
3 weeks later
It has been three weeks since König had seen her and he finally lost hope in her coming back. Once again, he was sitting at his favorite table trying to come up with some idea to sketch some thing else outside of this memory of this mysterious girl. As he was about to give up, the door opened again and the same girl came back. She was talking to the barista about how she had made a trip to the capital city with some of her friends for school before ordering herself another cup of coffee and walking to the table where she sat last as she once again opened her book and began reading. König wasted in no time sketching out the finishing touches to her.
She got up to use the restroom and left her book open to the page where she was at. Taking in all of his courage, König stood up and with the paper in his hand, carefully placed it in her book where she was reading before hastily making his way back to his table hoping that the shadows hit him well enough for her not to notice. A part of him was praying that she would find him and talk to him and another part of him dreaded the idea of being caught.
When the girl came back she saw the paper and looked over it. A small blush formed over her cheeks as she quickly scanned the room for the person that could have done this. Her eyes landed on König, Who was fidgeting with his pencil sharpener, too nervous to look up. She closed her book and walked over to him.
“Did you do this?” She asked
König looked up and nodded shyly.
“It’s very beautiful.” The girl smiled, “Thank you for making me your muse.”
“O-oh no problem! You are very b-beautiful and I wanted to capture your radiance.” König Wanted to be run over by a truck. He sounded so cliché and stupid.
The girl blushed and gave a light laugh, “Well your not too bad yourself. I’m (y/n) by the way.”
“König.” He applied alittle to quickly and abruptly, but the girl didn’t seem to take notice of this.
“Conich?” She tried to say his name on her tongue.
“König.” He made the syllables a lot more clearer for her to hear.
“Con…Kön…ing…. König?” She asked looking at him if that was how she needed to say it.
The man grinned happily “Yes! Good!” He felt like there was a million butterflies just dancing around in his stomach. It made him happy and wanting to throw up all at the same time. Was this love? He felt at once a long time ago in his youth only to have it be betrayed on him.
“Well König, it was nice meeting you, your really good at this, you made my day…. Well I will see you around.”
“W-wait!” He stood up a little too fast making the table bump against his legs and the chair creek behind him. “Ummm…. I was wondering if you would like to grab some coffee sometime… if not I understand.” He couldn’t look at her directly. And fiddled with his hands as he was trying to come up with a sentence without sounding like an idiot or a creep.
(Y/n) just smiled and nodded “sure I would love too… tomorrow same time?” She asked.
“Ja… that would be good.” He nodded vigorously.
“Ok König I will see you tomorrow.” The girl blushed and walked back over to her table to finish reading her book with the paper in her hand. König practically collapsed back into his chair, he could hear his heart beating in his rib cage harder than it had ever beated before.
He got up after a little bit of calming himself down, to leave. He waved shyly back at (y/n) and she returned the wave smiling back at him making the tall man blush even more, as he made his way to the door. Once he got back into his car, he stared blankly at the roof trying to collect some thought that was flowing through his head that came up empty. Did he really just find a girl and was able to win her over with just a silly piece of art? Surely he couldn’t be that talented in doing that the only time he ever seen that happen was through films. He prayed to whatever was listening to him, that this would be the one for him, the one person who he had been searching for.
118 notes · View notes
Text
»»—-𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇—-««
꧁𓊈 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𓊉꧂
Summary: It's been a while since Yuu lashed out towards the first years, but Yuu hasn't showed up to any classes ever since the last overblot.
Content warnings: attachment issues, abandonment, possible ooc writing, overblot mentions, the fields are barren of anything but angst
Genre: Angst, no comfort, there is no actual happy ending and the title is a lie
Fandom: Disney's Twisted Wonderland
Characters: Malleus Draconia, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Grim, and the first years are mentioned
Pronouns: They/them reader, He/it Malleus, He/him Ace
Writing time: fifty-four(54) minutes
•°¯`•• 𝐹𝒾𝒸 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓊𝓉 ••´¯°•
The sky was dark, clouds congregating over Ramshackle like a halo of shame. Sat in the lounge, was Yuu, alone in misery on the couch with their grey feline peacefully asleep on their lap. They should've felt happy, an overblot hasn't happened in months, yet something clung onto their skin like a leech that kept biting at their mental state.
Were the first years okay?
It was one of the many questions in Yuu's mind, they wanted to feel mad at them all, but they couldn't have the heart to genuinely hate anyone in the school.
As they slowly petted Grim, the sound of sudden thunder shook the prefect, whipping their head upwards and towards the window, narrowing their eyes as they noticed a figure in the yard. It was a welcomed presence, one that Yuu adored. They carefully picked up Grim from their lap and set him on a cushion, placing a blanket on top of the cat. With that, they grabbed the umbrella by the doorway and treaded outside, opening it up and making their way to the fae.
"Tsunotarou, it's been some time." Yuu spoke with clear joy in their voice, walking up to its side, a smile spreading across their face.
"Yes, it has been, child of man. I have heard you haven't been attending school?"
"Oh...yes. That. Well, I just needed some time I guess, it's been tiring."
Yuu always felt comfortable around Malleus.
"If there's something troubling your mind, you can tell me."
He had looked down at Yuu, smiling at the prefect. It's been months since they first met, yet it felt like it's been years with how close the two have grown. Malleus was blind to what the future will be, it was too busy being caught up in the present to even take a guess.
"I just...Malleus I'm gonna be going home."
What?
"Crowley finally got me a portal to get back to my world. I want to go home, really! But...I feel like I haven't done enough, I feel like I still need to apologize to everyone. And..."
They didn't want to leave behind the many people they've come to love and treat like family.
Yuu didn't want to say anything more, fearing that they'd hurt Malleus more than they already have with the news. It looked shocked, befuddled, and broken, like a shattered pot laid upon the ground to be looked at.
"You're...going home?"
He couldn't muster itself to say more, because that's all that needed to be said.
"You're leaving me?"
"Tsuno...this world, it isn't for me, I'm not supposed to be here! I feel like a bug in the system of the world. I stick out like a branch in mud, Tsuno. I don't want to leave you behind but..."
Everything is as silent as it was inside. Neither of them exchanged any words the rest of the night.
The next day, Yuu finally went to their classes, awaiting the end of the day. Once sunset came about, only Yuu's closest friends were invited to the orientation room, left to sit in silence as Yuu bid them all a bland goodbye before stepping through a portal that was a warped picture of their home.
Ace made eye contact with Yuu right before they went through, he looked miserable. Standing all around him were the first years, Ace knew that he and Deuce would be most affected.
He still had so much to tell Yuu, they all still had so many adventures to have as a group.
He hoped it'd be the same without the magicless prefect. But deep inside, he knew nothing would ever be the same.
𝔼𝕟𝕕.
@brushtailedportals
Requests are always open!
118 notes · View notes
jaidethalagorra · 1 month
Text
Character/scene concept
On the one hand, characters who can truthfully state they've never lost a fight are terrifying. Especially villains. (Example: Melania from Elden Ring.)
But as a cooler thought, a character that knows the exact number of times they've lost is so much scarier. Especially if they then proceed to list them and what they learned from them, finishing with why the person they're about to fight is going to die painfully.
Example under the break: (Oh my god it was longer than I thought)
"Do you know how many times I've lost a fight, Dawnstar? I don't think you do.
I have lost 7 fights in my life.
The first four were hardly fights. Bullies at my school saw me as a target, someone easy to hurt and belittle. They kicked me, punched me, made me bleed. 4 times they did that. Until one day I decided I had enough. I showed them what real power was, and they never touched me again. Do you know what I learned from that, Dawnstar? I learned that the world hurts. The world is cruel and careless and only through more hurt can you make it better.
The fifth fight I lost was when I joined the Hero Coalition. I had just arrived and I thought I was on top of the world. I went to the training arena and was knocked flat on my back within seconds. From that I learned that only when you learn to control power with precision, wield it like a knife that you can begin to change things. Power is everything. But only with precision can it really be used. I went back after that, weeks later. I used my power like a knife and I taught the man who thought he could beat me every time what I'd learned and he never touched me again.
The sixth fight taught me that the system was broken. I was at the Coalition again, fighting against Powersteel. I was winning. This was a fight to fill a spot of the top 5, the council of heroes that runs this city. Finally I could stop all the hurt across this city. Finally I could wield the true power of the Coalition to strike out against injustice. And Powersteel shot me. Right then and there, in the training ring, he shot me. When I regained consciousness in the hospital, Gigaman told me that Powersteel would be filling the role in the top 5. His resourcefulness in breaking the rules and shooting me showed an 'ability to think outside the box' and that if I truly wanted to be a top 5 hero I should be able to take a bullet. When I heard that, I realized the truth. Even though we're the heroes, the Coalition is broken. We are just as capable of hurt and injustice as the rest of this city. So I went back. And I taught him what real power is. How to use your power like a knife. How to fix the world, for the better.
The last fight I lost, Dawnstar, was my fight against you. There I learned two things. First, I understood how the system that the Coalition created stays in power. Because heroes like you won't look through their golden lies. They want to change the world for the better and will accept any lie or handicap given to them if they can be convinced it would be better. The Coalition told you I was out of control. That I wanted revenge and nothing more. And that by defeating me, you could ascend to the top 5 and be a force for women like us, to show the world we can do it. And you were so desperate to please, so desperate to change that you fought me without hesitation. I tried to tell you what they were doing but you wouldn't see. You couldn't see past their pretty lies.
But do you know what the second thing I learned was, Dawnstar? I learned how you fight. I learned how you think, how you act, how your powers work. I spent years in prison teaching myself how to defeat you. I've learned from my losses, Dawnstar. I've taught myself what power is, how to use it, how to kill. How to never make the same mistake twice.
So. Are you ready?"
Also, because I hate AI and this is an art blog now, here's my godawful illustration of this concept!
Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
arimiaromage · 3 months
Text
finished my first manga of the year, one that I started last year called Bloody+Mary by Akaza Samamiya. I guess this'll be a mostly spoiler-free review??
Tumblr media
It's about a red-haired vampire named Mary who wants to die but can't because he's immortal and tracks down the human main character Maria, a feared exorcist—except Maria can't actually exorcise vampires, instead faking his powers to ward off attackers. Mary vows to keep Maria safe until Maria can regain his powers and exorcise him.
Bloody+Mary is a bit of a mess with its main saving grace being that it's a bunch of pretty boys and very pretty art. At its heart it's a vampire shoujo with some comedy elements but mainly a drama with quite a few twists—I heard it was light BL but after reading it it's definitely not, it's just a shoujo with a primarily male cast. Regardless of how intimate the cover arts are, there's shounen much gayer than this, so if that's what you were interested in then look elsewhere.
Tumblr media
The pacing is odd. Not the worst I've seen, but it definitely felt like the author was winging it in quite a few parts, especially in one part where they travel to England, get basically nothing accomplished, and head home. I've heard some mangakas don't plan the endings before they start publication but this series feels like the mangaka only had a loose concept and winged the rest. Plot lines come up, get forgotten about, come back sometimes, and ultimately don't lead to much if they're resolved at all.
The characters are alright, I found most of them okay and even pretty funny at times. However, there's not much character growth which leaves most of them the same as when they started and you're just told they've grown so much because their goals have suddenly changed. The character I liked the least was probably the red-haired vampire Mary, as he acts 12 for a majority of the series. Considering I went into this thinking it was going to be a BL between him and the MC Maria (who's 17? he's still in school), I was offput by how young Mary acted despite being a 400~ year old vampire. It's not that he acts childish at times, its that he acts like a child most of the time. The scenes where Maria looks at him fondly feel more like an older brother looking at their younger brother rather than two people who are supposed to be around the same age (Mary is supposed to look around 16).
Tumblr media
The world building is lackluster at best and sloppy at worst. The church both exists in this world as the main defense against vampires but also feels more like a historical relic, something that isn't a main thing that exists in current day. Vampires are creatures of folklore to most humans, except if you go out at night you'll be attacked by them?? They try to say this is because Maria's blood smells so good that he's always attacked at night, but then they show other characters being attacked at night—how are vampires staying in the shadows when so many people get attacked and are almost always killed by vampire attacks? Furthermore, we never really see anyone capable of exorcism except for a priest in England who they only bring up to give a lore dump on vampires. How have vampires not taken over the world by now if basically no one can kill them and some of them have been alive for half a millennia?
It's parts like that that make the world feel very, very small, which would've been fine if they kept it an insular story, but they didn't. It has a decent sized cast, though half of the characters become irrelevant when the plot doesn't need them and come running back as soon as it does.
Again, the art is the main saving grace of the series—it really is very pretty to look at, and I love their color work for the cover arts.
Tumblr media
I wanted to like this series as it's very pretty and has twins and other things I won't spoil that I love, but ultimately it left me more baffled than anything. I don't hate it, I don't love it, I'm just kinda bewildered.
I wouldn't recommend this unless you just really love vampire shoujo. Don't be fooled by the cover arts, it's not really gay exorcists, but there are a couple of explicitly gay female vampires so...still not worth your time considering they're very much side characters. Go find a gay vampire visual novel to read instead, there's tons.
0 notes
lomfenny · 9 months
Text
I wrote a thing.
Day 1
First foot over the threshold, and I already want to set the place on fire.
It's nothing wrong with the house. It's a fine house. Small, cozy, close to work. And free too, as it is an inheritance. From my uncle who isn't dead. Yet. He's in jail, but not in death row. It's just that he won't last. I know him like that.
This is his summer home, up here on a hill, just a scooch over from the rest of civilisation. I wonder if the people here knew him. If they remember him. If they've heard.
Maybe that's it. Maybe it's the burden of living in a space that a life-taker inhabited. Maybe it's the burden of knowing that I'll think about it later on, likely on a bad day.
Well, nothing to be done about that. It's a fine house after all. Small, cozy, close to work. And free too, as it is an inheritance. It'll just take some cleaning up. Remove some cobwebs, some dust bunnies.
And that ant hill near the door.
Day 3
Maybe the sun will set the place on fire for me. I didn't know this place got so hot.
I have a soda, long since warmed by the weather and my hands. I hate my hands now. I also have mango cubes. I got them from my closest neighbours. They brought a fruit basket over yesterday, wanted to welcome me. They're nice. They're new. They never knew my uncle.
My sister hasn't called yet. She said she would.
I've taken down the cobwebs because I don't like spiders. They come into my spaces, build their own little webs, spin their little lives. They don't discriminate in how they catch the flies and the mosquitoes and the butterflies. The pests, the parasites and the proper.
A mango slice falls out of my hand, lands next to the ant hill. I should remove that. But it's hot, I'm lazy, so later.
Later.
Day 7
I don't hate my job. It's at a convenience store, and the owner is nice. Mr Gates have me a free chocolate today.
I don't hate the town, either. These people don't know me beyond "new person". They haven't asked where I live, so I don't have to lie. I like not having to lie.
There's a community college in the town. I don't go to school anymore, but I tip my hat to those who are willing to die for 4, 5, 6 more years. Sometimes, students come to the store. Some older than me, some younger, but all within my age range. Makes them talk to me. Think we'll relate with each other just because we're all from the same generation and none of us has died yet
I talk to them. Don't give them discounts, though, even when they ask. I've only had this job for five days, can't do that. Won't.
When I get home, I look at the ant hill. There are ants there, as always. I think of removing it, as always.
I go in, as always.
Day 16
I've made a friend. He says we're friends, my sister says the things we've done are things friends do. She didn't call, I did.
His name is Terrence, says I should call him Terry. Thank goodness, Terrence is too many sounds, releases more air than saying Terry does. This is the true way you measure word length. Not with letters or syllables. With how much breath and energy you need to refer to another human being, to acknowledge another existence besides your own. Everyone has a limited number of breaths. Save yours for shit that matters.
Terry goes to the community college. He came in and started talking. Didn't shut up. Didn't ask for a discount, though, so I didn't write him off. Gave me a cookie, even.
He took me to a park, we fed ducks, domestic shit.
It's good shit.
Day 20
Mr Gates have me a free orange. Says I should stay healthy.
It's juicy.
Day 21
I met some old ladies at the park. They have tiny dogs. They're cute and tiny. The women call me cute and tiny.
But I'm not.
Day 29
I don't hate this town.
Terry and I are dating? I think? Kissing is what you do with someone if you're dating them, right? Unless you're married. Then, it's just to remind yourself that you own someone.
He invited me to a party at his friend's house. I don't know anyone there. I don't remember anyone there, afterwards. Everyone's a little drunk, a tad stupid, and a smidge less stressed.
Good shit.
Day 33
My sister comes to visit. It's a long drive, I didn't expect her to come. She has a new car, red like barbeque pit embers. It burns my hand under the sun.
"How are you liking it?" She asks me.
"I'm liking it."
"Better than home?"
"..."
"Okay."
We share melting ice-pops that Mr Gates gave me.
"That's so ew!"
She's pointing at the ant hill near my door. It's bigger now, and a couple of ants have come to lick at the drops from from our ice-pops.
"Lets go inside." I tell her. Wouldn't do to fight the ants over leftovers. Not in this heat.
Day 42
My neighbours invite me over for dinner. Say a young person like myself should have people with them around dinner time. They don't ask about why that is not the case for me.
I like them.
They're nice.
Day 58
My mailman doesn't feel nice. He doesn't sound nice, or smell nice, or look nice or look at me nice, but this is too much to explain, and I can't just say he ain't nice based on these few observations, so I say he doesn't feel nice.
I catch him as he's about to drop some letters in my mailbox, so he just gives them to me instead.
"How you like the house?" He asks out of the blue.
"Fine." I hope to escape conversation with him. He doesn't feel nice after all.
"Your uncle said the same thing. Never stayed long, though. Thank God."
Under the sweltering heat, I freeze, unable to move as the mailman walks away. Only when I can't see him anymore do I start to speedwalk back to my house, flipping through letters as I go.
I pass by the ant hill, dismissing it and the letter from my cousin, asking if I want to visit her anytime soon.
I go up the stairs, dropping the rejection letter from the university I applied to and refusing to pick it up.
I burst through my room door, holding the damning one.
"Your Uncle, Weston." It says on the front.
Like I don't know the fucker's name.
Day 61
Everybody knows. This town is a small one, the mailman is popular. Thus, everybody knows. And everything changes.
Like it usually is every time juicy news gets revealed, it starts with whispers. In the store, at the park, on the way home. People on the streets who recognize me whisper about me and shuffle away when I get too close to them. Close being within four feet. The old ladies won't let me pet their dogs anymore.
But I don't hate this town. It's still a nice town. It's no one's fault that my uncle abducted, abused, and annihilated several, several people in his life.
No one's fault, I think.
My fault, the people think.
Day 70
Terry comes over to my house for the first time. Ever.
"You live here alone?" He asks after he's done inspecting my ground floor.
"I have ants."
Terry laughs like he thinks I'm joking.
We watch a movie, eat some cookies. He puts a hand on my thigh sometime around nine pm and says he hasn't seen upstairs yet.
I'm not dumb.
We go upstairs.
He leaves the next morning.
Day 80
It feels like days are simultaneously longer and shorter now. As temperatures climb higher, tempers grow shorter.
A customer snaps at me, tells me to watch myself, lest he call the police on me. For what? I don't now. But I know it's meant as a threat, so I watch myself.
Terry doesn't invite me to anymore parties. I get the feeling it's less of his own choice. But we still hang out.
My neighbours still invite me for dinner.
I don't hate this town.
Day 87
My uncle sends more letters. I don't read them, I don't need to. The contents fall from the lips of residents who seem to care less about me overhearing their conversations.
The mailman is reading my letters. He's not even bothering to be careful or discreet about it. Such audacity is a mildly respectable.
I pass by a couple and the man tells his partner that "Weston Fisher had other properties. Maybe other bodies are there."
"Old Mr Fisher says he'll never talk to the police, never tell them where all the bodies are! My cousin told me this!" Is what I hear at the park from some eleven year olds.
"Are you going to see your uncle?" Is what an older woman outright asks me at work.
I don't act like it doesn't gaze me because I can't act to save my life. I'm not a theatre kid. It shakes me and quakes me and throws me to the ground to get tossed around like salad.
But it's not like I can just move. Moving is expensive! I still have my job, and my dating friend Terry, and my house with it's stupid ant hill so I can't move yet.
Day 90
Some of the college kids come by, try to follow me home. I lose them by heading towards the police station.
They smelt like drugs.
I change course after they're gone, go straight home with my grocery bag. Mr Gates gave me a discount and I bought food and toiletries and a can of bug spray.
It sits in my kitchen, unused because I'm lazy.
But, I find a single ant wandering my floor as I come out of the bathroom.
Ants have great smell, great sight, great strength and great speed.
None of this stops my shoe, though.
Day 103
My neighbours very politely asked that I don't come by anymore. They never say anything about my uncle.
I don't like them.
They're nice.
Day 118
"Why you never answer him, huh?" The mailman asks me as he hands me my unsealed, read letter.
"Guess." I respond.
He watches me go inside.
He isn't nice.
Day 130
"Should I — should I ask about your uncle?"
I look at Terry, wondering what to say here. "Do you want to ask?"
"Not particularly, no."
"Then don't. Or do. Do whatever pleases you, dude."
"You please me."
"That line is three words too long."
"I'm three too long, but you never complain."
"Shut up."
Endearing. Charming. Handsome. Unchanged. Terrence is longer than Terry.
It's worth the breath to say.
Day 150
Terrence is out of town for a month. His aunt had a baby and the timing matched up with a family reunion. He worries about leaving me, because Terrence is sweet. I tell him to get out.
Mr Gates also has to leave town for a bit. He's visiting his daughter in university. Funny enough, it's the same one I applied to. He makes me promise to look after the shop, saying he'll being me a souvenir from his trip. I tell him everything will be fine.
Day 151
Some of the college boys jump me on my way home. Drag me to an alley, ask unnecessary questions about my uncle and whether I'm a murderer like him, get nothing in reply, beat me up and make it home in time for dinner while I begin a long trek uphill, made that much harder with bruised legs.
Day 152
It happens again.
Day 154
Terrence calls. He asks whether I'm fine. I say yes while holding an ice pack to my stomach.
Day 155
I order tasers and pen knives and other self defence tools.
But I can't bring myself to use them. Frustration makes me curves the bullies taunt me.
Criminals only cry when guilty, they say.
I think of my uncle, teary eyed and droopy the last time I saw him.
I stop crying.
Day 160
I'm woken up in the middle of the night. I don't know what it is yet until I throw off my bed covers and discover ants, the tens of them, crawling over my legs and sheets. I
It's not disgust that fills me, or discomfort or irritation. It's a rage that can only be defined as pure.
How dare they?
How. Dare. They!
Because I haven't bothered to clean up my crumbs, crumbs that they sustain themselves with.
Because I haven't used my insecticides to decimate their home.
Because I haven't paid them much mind, because I've ignored them this long, they dare to come attack me! To disturb me!
How dare they mistake my negligence for benevolence?!
Day 161
I message Terrence and Mr Gates, ask them when they'll be coming back to town. Terrence says in two days, Mr Gates says in four.
Good.
My house is finally on fire. I predicted this, don't know why I bothered putting it off for so long.
The flames eat at the structure, pieces crumble down to ashes. It's beautiful.
It's the starter.
I walk away from the house, my body coated in flames. Squirrels and insects flee from my blazing form.
What? did they think I was normal? Did they the I was mortal? Because I catered to the whims and followed the general rules of society.
I am the incarnation of Iphrit, the son of hell.
I am beyond these ants.
Day 162
I don't hate this town. Hatred is such a tiring emotion. It is a finite fuel, an ignition point.
I dislike the town. This is my fuel. It is infinite and will last.
The entire town is on fire. The police station, the suburbs, the park. Everything.
Except for Terrence's house, Mr Gates' house, and the store. I like those two, I won't destroy them.
I stand at the top of the ant hill that once was this town. I have doused it in my fury.
They wanted my attention.
God help them, they have it.
1 note · View note
coppeliafoxworth · 1 year
Text
February 14th 2023
Happy Valentines Day!  
I know I haven't been updating recently and that's my fault.  I've been busy but then again I'm the one making plans.  Since it's been so long since I last updated I'm just going to list some more major things rather than give detailed accounts of each day.
-Had my nine-month anniversary with my lover
-My lover has a new truck
-My lover accidentally elbowed me so hard in the nose that my piercing scratched it and I started bleeding
-I lost more weight
-I still hate my job and am applying to new places
-Tax returns came back and I'm using them to go to school
-I have a psychological evaluation tomorrow that I hope I fail so they let me go
On to today.
Today I did not want to go to work, but I got ready and went anyways.  Pay day was today and I feel rude not going into work the day I get paid.
My workday started off with Theo telling me and one of my coworkers to remove the metal detectors from the front office since we didn't use them anymore.  It was supposed to be a simple and easy task but the nuts securing the bolts wouldn't come up; they just kept spinning.  After about ten minutes of trying to fight with them, another coworker came in with the saw-zaw and cut them from the floor instead.
After we removed the detectors, we went on a "smoke break."  The new building manager should be in any time soon and one of the rules of the company is that we can't have our phones in the building because of client information, even though we work maintenance.  
Theo and a few other of my coworkers are smokers so when they take smoke breaks the rest of us do too just to sit on our phones in our cars.
I used my time wisely and called a few offices I applied to check on my applications.  I've heard some people say they don't call places they've applied to because it makes them look desperate, but I think it makes you look like you're actually interested in the job and not just applying to anything you see.
After our break we had to help Theo get rid of old files and put in new ones.  We threw away all files from twenty fifteen and before.  The new files to be placed in storage were from twenty twenty.  
While my coworker was driving to the dump to get rid of the files, I was tasked with putting two partition walls in pieces by myself.  It took me over an hour and really pissed me off that no one helped me.  Once I got everything into the connex I had to stand outside another half an hour calling any of my workers to help me close it since the door was being a brat.
Once everything was handled, I started making my way back to the shop to sit down for a bit but Theo called me on the radio before I could even get through the door.  He wanted me to go grab something while he was sitting on his ass in the shop.  I was pissed but I grabbed it, brought it back, and said I was heading out for lunch.
I was really angry and went to Moe's just to get a diet root beer as they are the only place that has it.  I ended up walking out with a diet root beer and a tofu homewrecker bowl.  After I arrived back in the shop and ate lunch, I wasn't angry anymore, just disappointed in myself for eating so much.
The rest of the workday went by pretty nicely.  I mainly watched YouTube for the rest of the day.  Once I clocked out I made a beeline to my lover's house.  By the time I got there he was sitting in bed eating his dinner.  I laid down next to him and promptly passed out.  
We slept for a while and then left to go get his younger brother dinner.  When we got back though, we were welcomed by one of his old dogs leaving a watery shit for us to clean up.  He was not happy about this and started yelling before realizing that he was talking to a dog more than a decade old.  We left again for cleaning supplies and Febreze.
After we got back the second time the dog had ran away.  We found him walking down the road towards the house.  A car was pulled over and an elderly lady was looking at the tag on his collar.  We thanked her for stopping for him and took him back home.
Now I'm home and actually looking forward to work tomorrow.  I don't think I'm going to pass this evaluation and can only hope that they are forced to let me go because of it.
0 notes
jdmainman123 · 2 years
Text
This is between two men and white skin man and a black skin man BLACK SKIN MAN SAYS I CALLED HIM A STATEMENT I KILLED AS MANY OF OUR OWN BABIES AS WE KILLED BABIES THAT FLEW IN
You know the statement and it just continues to repeat you can't throw bodies out of satellite maker a real satellite maker wouldn't take this threat kindly of you throwing bodies after body saying listen I killed this many people for that Bentley I'm going to get that Bentley whether you like it or not SATELLITE MAKER WILL KILL YOU AND THEN CROSS THE BENTLEY IN A JUNKYARD
So for this n***** to say it's okay our actions here I killed as many of my own kids as kids that flew in I met their misstatement TODAY WE STAND HERE BEFORE YOU FRIGHTENED AND ASHAMED THAT THIS MAN DOES THIS TO KEEP THIS BABY KILLING FACILITY OPEN does it matter that he's black 100% sure it matters at his black the problem is that little white skin man I'm a satellite maker IS THE ONLY MAN THAT AGREES WITH THIS IS ONLY MAN THAT ALLOWS US TO HAPPEN BECAUSE HE LIVES IN SNOW
And if you guys don't find something wrong with the black skin man who just hates little white skin boy penises I DO I FIND IT ALMOST REALITY AND ALARMING THAT YOU GUYS ARE CONTINUING TO TALK ABOUT BABY KILLING THAT'S THE PART OF MY LAST SOURCE 30 DAYS AND SUNRISE YACHT FISH HERE LIFE AFTER YACHT they've taken his baby killing thing and said it's okay like it's not coveting a picture of a broken bones body to a little girl a little boy
They're telling me it's okay for us to talk about baby killing 24/7 because my dead n***** daughter can't get pregnant otherwise it's from what I heard when we said they were killing white hair white skin girls outside my guess is her p**** would have felt threatened and it would have dried up BUT WHEN THEY STARTED SAYING WE'RE KILLING ONLY BOYS HER P**** WAS WET AS A WHITE SKIN BOY DROWNING IN HIS OWN POOL OF BLOOD
And I know no one can hear us but that's why you guys had me writing THE PROBLEM IS THE AUDIENCE OF 3/4 GOOGLE VOICE AND I WANT THESE ONES ALL DISMEMBERED AND HURT FOR THE REST OF THE WORLD TO KNOW NEXT TIME THIS N***** BUILDS A CITY FOR US TO FORCE TO BE SPEAKING OUTSIDE FOR HIS LITTLE N****** INSIDE THEIR HOUSE BEFORE TO TAKE AIM AT A SCHOOL AND NOT SEND THEM TO A SCHOOL we want them dead and we want them hurt to make an example
If you don't have a satellite and you f****** n****** believe the satellites outside then you had it coming more importantly we're not here to have our privacy breached to force us to scream s*** outside when we want privacy of just hanging out outside alone to entertain you f****** dead n****** because your father is a failure and this is the only favor he has for you guys
The only favorite he has for you little n****** is I let you guys listen to the entire city on Google voice and refuse to give you a satellite I CALLED IT THAT'S THE ONLY THING HE OFFERS TO YOU F****** N****** HERE GOOGLE VOICE YOU CAN LISTEN TO HIM AND AND FORGIVE ME AND FORGET ME HOW THESE LITTLE S**** AND DEGENERATES FOUND OUT ABOUT ME SHOWING UP TO SEE ME IF IT'S REAL WHAT IF I WAS THAT BLACK HAIR WHITE SKIN BOY WHO CAME IN HERE and killed 50% of your people because the satellite maker couldn't tell if it was yacht or not
Never mind that the problem is you f****** little n****** and crackers at home found out about me through the Google voice and of course your satellite maker needs his tongue cut out for Lincoln treasonous and data breaching information
This whole thing was supposed to kick off with the girls not allowed to know me and we we made it a solution for you guys none of the black hair whites and girls on my beach would have known about me because the weaponizing of all the white hair girls against me in the entire world would only consist if that f****** n***** daughter didn't know THE PROBLEM WAS DESERT CITY WOULDN'T LET IT SLIDE AND EVERY BLACK HAIR WHITE SKIN GIRL IN DESERT CITY KNEW ABOUT ME AND GUESS WHAT THE BLACK HAIR WHITE SKIN BOYS DIDN'T THEY WERE NOT ALLOWED TO KNOW ABOUT ME REMEMBER THE INCIDENT ON CNN AND MSNBC THEY WERE BEATING THE GIRLS FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO TELL THEIR BROTHERS
0 notes
black-and-yellow · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
That's one for the fridge for sure.
Thinking about that one scene where Denki draws Aizawa in his notebook. He's a little artist.
6K notes · View notes
everafterkeiji · 3 years
Text
birthdays ft. takashi mitsuya (timeskip)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"And I can't tell him because?" Hakkai pesters on while Yuzuha continues to roll her eyes. "Are we even sure if it's the same person?"
"Don't tell me you forgot—you follow him everywhere!" She argues while he takes a defeated sigh. Much to their surprise, the remaining members reached out to the Shiba siblings to gather a little celebration for the designers birthday.
"But shouldn't we tell him? I know it's a surprise but he's probably waited for them since they left." Hakkai suggests, while his sister shakes her head. "Took us long enough to contact them, so let's just save the best for last."
The night welcomes them as well as a satisfied Mitsuya to see them all together just to feast over for his birthday. He missed them even if some of them grew busy. He embraced them all, a nostalgic feeling surrounds him as he remembers the remaining memories where they were all together just to enjoy their youth.
"Seriously, thanks for being here, everyone." Mitsuya greets them with a smile, a drink in hand while the rests raise their own glasses. "I'll be back, I'm just going to get my camera." He excuses himself. The cue goes on as Draken opens the door once you knocked, only for the Shiba siblings to welcome you at a frantic pace.
"Shit am I late? I am so sorry!" You panicked as the Toman members look at you strangely. Excusing yourself while Yuzuha scolds you for being a little late than usual as you dusted yourself off. Draken merely smiles at the sight of you, remembering a few encounters of you and the birthday boy.
"It's his lover from middle school!" Chifuyu greets you as he was handed a smack to the shoulder as Hakkai signals him to keep quiet.
"It's nice to see you all—holy shit you guys look so different." You bid them. It must've taken a while for you to recognize a few of them. You knew their names and appearances but given the 12 year gap of not being able to keep their identities attached to your memory all the time—well it was a bit difficult.
A few years ago, you were in the same school as Mitsuya, back when the Tokyo Manji Gang was at its peak or at it's beginning. You weren't lovers unlike what Chifuyu mentioned, you were just friends who shared the same passion but it was possibly close to that.
"You okay?" Young Takashi asks as he turns the engine off of his bike. You hated the fact you had run out of gas in the middle of the rain and you didn't even carry a single umbrella nor a raincoat but it seems as if the person in front of you was well prepared. You were familiar with him from the first day you entered the school. He was the seamstress in your class.
He rushes to your side, his jacket being placed on you without his hesitation as the rain hits him. "Take your jacket! I'll be okay also I'm so sorry for stopping you." You said while he waves you off to reassure you it was okay. He then continues to observe your own motorbike. It was given to you by your parents since they couldn't afford the risk of transportation at the station with the criminal rate and gangs they've heard that lurked around the town.
"Why don't we leave it at a store and let's just come back to tomorrow?" Mitsuya suggests. He saw the drop in your expression, assuming you were worried it might get robbed.
"Hey if someone comes for your bike, I got your back. You don't have to worry about it." He assures you with a smile but the rain progressively pounds onto you two making it short with the time since he prioritized your health.
"Looks like we can't make it to the store. I don't want us to get sick so is it okay if I drive you home?" He offers, a soft tone in his voice while you looked at him. He sees how you weren't even covering yourself properly so he snickers before walking up to you. He then takes the jacket to insert himself beside you as the fabric hovers above you two.
"If it's okay with you that's all." You answered him while he smiles. "Good. I don't want you to get sick. I promise I'll bring you back here to get your bike and if it was ever stolen, I promise I'll help you." Mitsuya says before his hand goes to your waist to guide you to his bike while he held onto the jacket to cover you two.
"You do have the address and owner name on that bike right?" He asks while you nodded as you hopped on the motorcycle. He hands the remaining helmet to you while you declined it noticing it was the only one left. "You can have it-" he cuts you off. "I'm fine on my own. It's you that I'm worried about so wear it for your sake." You didn't have much time to fight as he takes the helmet and places it on you before securing it in place.
"Just keep your hands around me and you'll be safe." Mitsuya reminds you but there's a flush to his cheeks that were thankfully left unseen due to the hue of the dark skies. You nodded as you wrapped your hands around his waist while he checks you one more time to see if you were okay. "Thanks, Mitsuya." You whispered to him as he began to rev up the engine. "So you remember my name huh?" He jokes, making you smile knowing you couldn't really forget the boy who looked your way. "But you're welcome, Y/N."
That friendship began to flunk when your parents had unfortunately decided to move you to a much better city. As bitter as the sky cried the day you properly met, you didn't get to say goodbye because they rushed to file you in a new school and to reach the flight that they already had decided upon without your acknowledgement leaving a very disappointed Mitsuya that held onto your letter with his promise to wait for you.
"He's in his room. Just go already!" Draken encourages you while you scurry off to reach his room. "12 years huh? That's how long he was waiting for?" Chifuyu asks but there's only a smile to Hakkai's features as a few of their conversation resurface to him.
"The day they met was the day Taka-chan told me he'd be busy at the end of the night just to take them home and then pick them up the next morning."
Takashi reaches for his camera, a few seconds after he dusts off the particles seeing that it got covered in a lot of them since it was at the top of the shelf. He hears the creak of the door open while he awaits the person at the other end. As you enter, he feels as if his heart retched of excitement but it grows flustered as time passes when you looked at him with a smile.
"So do you remember my name?" You joked to reminisce on your first encounter while he shakes his head with a chuckle before placing the camera on the table as he walks your way, engulfing you in the most awaited embrace he's longed for. Wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile while he lets his nose get buried in your skin, a familiar scent he's caught up on the day you last hugged him.
"Like I'll ever forgot the dumbass who got caught sick the next day." He mutters. You both closed your eyes at the warmth of each other. " Happy birthday, Mitsuya." You whispered to him making him sigh in fulfillment of having you here. "I have something for you." You said patting his back to release you.
Handing the paper bag to him, he cocks an eyebrow to you before opening it to reach for the sweater as he eyes it suspiciously. His eyes widen at the recognition making you laugh.
"Yeah yeah I got better on my sewing." You teased while he stares in awe at the familiarity. It was the sweater he kept bugging you to tell him whose it for back in middle school. In the middle of class, you would be focused in finishing it but he always bribe you into asking if it was a gift for someone. It was supposed to be your last gift to him before you left but it never got to him. "I was supposed to give it to you the day of my flight but my parents really got in the way."
"How ironic." He jokes while he walks to his cabinet, opening it to grab the jacket he's kept since forever. He still had your sweater held in his hand but he hands out the jacket to you as you took it. "I was supposed to do the same." He whispers looking at you flustered. You then took the jacket to wear while he stares in awe.
"It looks like the jacket you gave me when we met."
"Now I guess I have to drive you home again?" He jokes while he stands in front of you as your hands went inside the pocket. You felt a piece of paper inside and before you could bring it out, Mitsuya stops you—anxious at the memory of him writing you his confession inside that letter seeing that it wasn't the proper time to read it.
"Thank you for this but what I really loved more is seeing you here, Y/N." He admits while you took your arms to wrap it around him once more as he smiles, his arms circling around your waist the way he's missed to do. "I missed you too." You whispered back.
Pulling away, you land a quick peck to his cheek leaving him stunned but soon a smirk returns to his lips earning you a kiss of your own to your forehead while his wish forms into dust knowing the best gift he could ever receive was to love you all over again.
"Happy birthday, Mitsuya."
Tumblr media
A/N: THIS WAS ONE WAS LONGER THAN I EXPECTED but happy happy birthday to my favorite, mitsuya!! <3 ily
441 notes · View notes
chasingpj · 3 years
Text
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬
pairing: percy jackson x child of zeus!reader and jason x older sibling!reader
requested: yes!
warning: two curse words, mentions of stealing, death of a parent, and i believe that is it!
category: headcanons, fluff
a/n: i may have gotten too carried away but... i had a lot of fun writing this haha. i hope you guys like it!
Tumblr media
pre-relationship
you and percy invented the phrase power couple but coming together took a while
your relationship dynamic would be very similar to thalia and percy's at first
you're both natural-born leaders, so you guys butt heads very often
you're more calculated and organized when it comes to things and percy being impulsive really annoyed you
he's lucky that even though he is impulsive, things somehow always work out in the end
if it wasn't for annabeth urging you guys to get along, you probably would still be at each other's neck
how did she get you guys to get along, you may ask?
she locked you guys in a storage closet :)
and said figure it out ♡
this happened after a friendly sparring practice turned into a full-on fight with your powers
annabeth insisted she wouldn't let you guys out until you declared to be friends
at the time, you were like, percy will never be my friend, ew
percy was just as annoyed
after a good hour of bickering and resisting your urge to choke him out
you guys found that you had a lot in common, actually?
huh, who would have known?
apparently annabeth
you guys talked about your life outside of camp and bonded over the worst teachers you've ever had
turns out, percy wasn't that bad
you'd never admit that out loud though
after a while, you started to feel things
were percy's eyes always that pretty?
yes, they've always been
oh look, those freckles over his nose? adorable
did you just call Percy adorable? yeah, you did… gross
you tried to deny your attraction to him
you were pretty sure this was a cruel joke from aphrodite (it was… more for your dad's than for you guys, though)
then you started noticing changes in his behavior too
now you guys were sharing blankets at the campfire when it got chilly
he even shared the blue cookies his mother sent him too
that's when you should have known he was down bad
both of you have awful sleep schedules
you hated sleeping in cabin 1
it was clearly built not to be slept in, and every few days, you found yourself having late-night conversations with percy at the docks
once the harpies snuck up on you and percy told you to get in the water with him
you didn't know how to swim, and you were kinda horrified of open water
you wanted to refuse, but you were cornered on the docks
you either jumped or got eaten
the last thing you said was that you couldn't swim before percy didn't give you a choice
he grabbed your hand and jumped in
his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in the air bubble he had made around you guys
at first, you didn't focus on it
too busy trying to defend yourself from his teasing
he continued to mimic the way you screamed when he dragged you into the water
"wow, you can fly, but you can't swim?"
you rolled your eyes, trying to defend yourself
you called him annoying, and he playfully threatened to let you drown
you guys joked and laughed, staying a little too long underwater
after your laughter ceased, you found yourself looking into his eyes
the both of you became quiet
suddenly his arm around your waist, the way your chests were pressed against each other made you horribly flustered
and you're not sure what you were thinking
actually, you weren't thinking at all, but you leaned in and kissed him
like really kissed him, it was a proper kiss
ahhhhhh!!!
probably would have kissed him longer if the water nymphs didn't giggle, exposing their little audience
once you pulled away, they scattered, ready to gossip about what they saw
the news made it to atlantis pretty fast
after the kiss, things were so awkward
you avoided him for days, and he avoided you
annabeth felt the tension, and she was upset because just when you guys were getting along, suddenly, you guys were avoiding each other
the battle of manhattan was approaching soon and the last thing anyone wanted was for you guys not to get along
you both avoided annabeth’s questions, not ready to confess what you guys had shared
eventually, annabeth kept pressing you about what happened
you blew up and admitted that you made out with percy in the water
annabeth was speechless before she burst into laughter
you didn't understand why it was so funny at first
but then you did
the both of you laughed until annabeth said that she wasn't surprised at all
the battle of manhattan comes around, and in the urgency of the moment, you guys were able to rise to the occasion
your movements, thoughts, commands were completely coordinated
you guys were an extension of each other, kicking ass
at the end, you were both offered immortality
the offer took you back to a conversation you guys had where you spoke about how you'd never want to be immortal
the both of you exchanged looks before you simultaneously denied the gift
zeus was offended x2
after that, you guys returned to camp half-blood
the both of you were upset at the campers you've lost and trying to recover from the adrenaline of battle
you and annabeth sang percy happy birthday and the three of you sat together and ate blue cake in a comfortable silence
weeks passed, and one day, you're met with annabeth barging into your cabin asking when you and percy are going to talk about your kiss
it was the last day of camp, and she was insistent on you talking to him
you reluctantly agreed, mainly because annabeth threatened to lock you in a storage closet again
you guys sat on the dunes in silence for a while
the both of you wanted to confess, but neither knew how to do it
after some silence, the both of you spoke at the same time
you stuttered over each other and then began bickering back and forth on who should go first until you blurted out that you like him
you cringed and looked away as percy froze in his spot
it was silent for a moment before percy whispered, "I like you too."
cue your second kiss
your teeth slightly bumping with his since the both of you were smiling so much
and you swore you heard thunder in the distance even though there were clear skies
relationship
you lived in a foster home on the other side of manhattan, so you guys saw each other every weekend
you guys went on movie dates, long drives, and you would sleep over pretty often
for the spooky season, you went to haunted houses and carved pumpkins
you watched horror movies together, teasing each other when one of you jumped and tried to cover your face during the scary parts
you went to his place for Thanksgiving and you arrived early so that the both of you could help sally cook all day
you and percy put blue food coloring on the mashed potatoes
for the first time ever, you felt like you were apart of a family since sally had welcomed you with open arms
everything was going great but then december came around
the last time you saw percy, you guys were christmas shopping for his mom
your last day of school ended a few days after his, so you planned to meet at CHB
but when you got there, you found out he never arrived
you called his home from the payphone in the big house
sally was relieved to hear from you, a part of her hoping he was with you
but you both found out that neither of you had heard from him in a few days
meeting jason
you and annabeth tried everything to find him
then you got a dream from hera that the answer to where percy is was with the guy with one shoe
you arrive and you find this blonde kid and not your boyfriend; you were kinda actually very annoyed
but this blonde kid felt familiar
you weren't sure what it was, and then you heard his name — Jason Grace
surely, it was a coincidence that he shared the name of your missing brother
you were too young to remember his disappearance
the only remembrance you had of him was a picture of the both of you as toddlers sitting happily beside thalia
you always wondered who was the little boy in the photo and it wasn't until a few years ago did thalia tell you about him disappearing
you were a bit wary of him at first, especially since he had no memory of where he came from
it wasn't until he conjured lightning with his sword, did you have no doubt in your mind that he was your brother
the first night you guys spent in the cabin together was awkward
you couldn't really catch up since he didn't remember anything, so you told him what thalia told you about him and your mother
you didn't reveal him everything, not wanting to overwhelm him and you had decided to call it a night before you went into detail
you explained the rest of the story after he came back from his quest
you tried to ask him questions hoping he’d remember more, but his memory wasn't coming back fast enough
both you and jason were growing frustrated, so one day you iris messaged thalia
the both of you came up with an idea to jog jason's memory by showing him things that he enjoyed as a toddler
jason was pretty sure it wouldn't work, but he went along with it
thalia recalled that the two of you really liked watching the flintstones as babies
so you and jason sat down and watched every season available on dvd
and well, it didn't work...
thalia also mentioned you both really liked sweets, so you tried to jog his memory with candy bars
you had to convince jason to sneak out of camp with you
he thought it was such a bad idea, but you reassured him he'd be fine
after reluctantly agreeing, jason and you escaped at night to buy actually steal candy bars from the closest gas station
jason panicked as he watches you shove candy bars in your sweatshirt
"we're gonna get caught"
"if you keep looking that scared, we just might," you replied a little too calmly
he tried to relax, but he just looked like he saw a ghost the entire time
on your way back, you may have electrocuted a harpy and fought a couple cyclops and all the fighting and running made you lose one of your snicker bars
you were upset, to say the least
unfortunately, after stuffing him with chocolate, that didn't work either
then you tried to show him the few pictures you were able to salvage before you were taken to the foster home after the death of your mother
jason sat in front of you on the floor as you pulled the box from under your bed
you smiled, finding an old picture of your mother, and you put it up to his face, taking in the similarities between the two
"yep, you look just like her," you confirmed as you smiled sadly
even though jason didn't know her, he felt a sense of pride when you had told him so
every time a memory would come back, you were the first person he told
when his memories with lupa came back, you were shook
and then you teased him, saying that he's basically a dog
once you threw a twig and told him to go fetch
he didn't find it as funny as you and leo did, but oh well
you also asked if he howled at full moons, and you were met with the straightest face you've ever seen on jason
it was the funniest thing ever to you
every week you guys kicked ass in capture the flag
you guys were more alike than you thought
it was guaranteed that whichever team you were on would win
in the months when the argo II was being built, you had a lot of times to bond with jason
your dynamic was really fun as you were a bit more rebellious and silly while he was a lot more responsible and mature
after the argo II departed
you reuniting with percy was something you thought about for months
you were so excited when the argo II was officially ready to fly over to camp jupiter
your pulse was thumping in your ears when you saw percy in the crowd
after months of worrying about where he was and if he was still alive, it was almost surreal to see him right in front of you
you lunged into him so hard, he stumbled back as you kissed him
just like your second kiss, the both of you were smiling so hard your teeth kept bumping against his
"i love your new look," you commented on his toga, and he snorted,
"yeah?"
"oh yeah, it's kinda hot."
the both of you laughed, content to be in each other's arms again
after getting on the argo II, you were the reason jason and percy formed some sort of a friendship
you were the mutual ground for the both of them since they had a soft spot for you
the tension between the two was something you couldn't disregard and you hated how weird it was at the beginning
if they butted heads, you tried to mend the problem
you understood both of them well enough to understand where they came from
at some point, you and annabeth thought it would be funny to lock them in a storage closet
so you did
they kept complaining to be let out but eventually, they gave in
little did they know that you were standing near the door and listening to their conversation
jason told him how you helped him a lot and all the ridiculous things you made him do
and percy shared stories of you from quests and at camp
the both of them laughed and bonded over having someone as amazing as you in their lives
"y/n is pretty great," percy smiles
"yeah, they are," jason agreed
needless to say, your heart warmed at the praise from your two favorite boys
masterlists taglist: @xxyrr @nct127bee @mochabreezeee @minamisulemisa @yanfeisluvr @Slytherclaw-kitten @-thatgirloverthere- @passionswift @nanskidoodle @idk-bye-no @ilikefluffygingercats @all-hailreyna @autmngirlworld @Sunkissedskin1328 @Hermioneswifeee @quteez @hajigayy @aleksanderwh0r3 @drayshadow @tonyedwardstarkk @londoncherry @ashookykooky @lotusnegra666 @loverstyless
522 notes · View notes
firecooking · 2 years
Text
The Rodent Siblings Headcannons 🏍️🌺
Side note: I'm covering Lela and Butchy in one post Because a ton of my hc's for them have to do with each other
- Lela and Butchy's last name means Rodent [I go with Roditore cause i think they are Italian American] and they where called the Rodent kids\siblings well before there was a Rodents social Club
- They both also will tell you ant of the other Rodents are also honorary Rodent Siblings, they're Rodents anyways after all
- Butchy's soft spot for Lela is immensely deep, he'd walk to the ends of the earth for her, he even does things like pick up extra chores around the house and give her pocket change when he has any
- Lela has an equally deep soft spot for her brother, most of the time when Butchy over loads himself or needs any kind of rest she'll be right there to get him a drink and help out, or even put her foot down and make him go take a nap
- They never had their parents around as kids [both died when they where young] so they've taken to parenting eachother when needed, Butchy often puts more pressure on himself to be the mature parent of the two but Lela can and will hold her ground and tell him to go to bed or sit him down to talk
- They are Both Trans and Gay they deserve it
- the gay part took a bit for them to figure out but when they where little little they constantly would steal each other's clothes and more gendered belongings and eventually they just started going by there preferred genders and names and no one questioned it [them being silent\sandwich generation kids this would make total sense with attitudes at the time]
- Lela specifically is a Bi Trans Woman with leanings towards dating women, but she's also still VERY MUCH into looking at cute boys any day of the week
- Butchy specifically is a GayAce Trans Man who's also definitely on the Aro spectrum, he does have very strong queer platonic attraction but that one's hard to explain to other guys in the 60s
- Not a single Rodent would dare try and date Lela unless of course she was the one who took the first steps. Butchy can, will, and has gotten into fights over people looking at her too long for his own taste [he broke Lugnut's nose once over him offering her a unprompted jacket when she was cold. Everyone is surprised Tanner never turned up dead]
- Butchy has 100% given the worst dating advice you've ever heard to folks who ask, he forgets hes not Allo and it basically just turns into "Dump him\her" or "Ew wtf why do you want to do THAT" ['that' being something completely normal for allo's, like necking or second base]
- Lela and Butchy routinely skip church to see movies at the nickelodeon, they both love musicals and bad sci-fi movies
- Butchy is a Gene Kelly and Bing Crosby simp when it comes to picking movies, Lela will watch anything with Audrey Hepburn or Elizabeth Taylor, they both will watch a Fred Astaire movie no questions asked
- Butchy and Lela both did etiquette classes as kids and they both hated it, they still 100% subconsciously follow some of the more drilled in things like setting a table properly or manners when it comes to dancing
- Butchy makes dinner, and breakfast, and lunch, and snacks... He picked up cooking when he was little and he just never stopped, it also helps feed his "take care of my sister" instincts
- More on home life, Butchy dropped out of highschool pretty early and got a job and help pay bills, he refuses to let Lela drop out or get bad grades [but he's also never mean about it, he's kept up on 'school' to help her with homework and know what's going on with her]
- Butchy and Lela are Catholic Twins, they where close enough in age that they held Butchy back from going to school a year and the two went together
- there is a two month span every year where Lela and Butchy are the same age and Lela bully's him about it
- Lela wants to be a singer more than anything. Butchy wants her to go to college, he's been saving for it for years. They've never once just sat down and said that to each other so Lela thinks she's going to have to work through college to please him and Butchy thinks that she's very happy to go and have the help. They are both very dumb
- I have such an indpeth family arrangement for these two in my head but the basics is they live with their grandfather who is a disabled WW1 vet, they are fairly poor but they get by, they have a couple family members who they aren't that close with who aren't really around so the three function as a happy little unit
- If Butchy was an inch shorter he wouldn't be able to ride his 1950 Harley-Davidson Panhead, he refuses to acknowledge this, he also has a attachable sidecar Incase he needs to transport things or a person since he refuses to get or be in a car
- Lela built her bike, it's a very slick chopper built out of a Kawasaki W1 and Honda CB77, it is her absolute baby not even Butchy is aloud to drive it
- Because Butchy and Lela have shared a Jack and Jill bathroom from a young age they 100% are unphased by basically everything with each other. One could be showering and the other will open the door without knocking and ask a question. Around the house with just a robe? Sure. "Hey can I borrow your toothbrush" "how did you loose a toothbrush, but sure"
- Yes they are exceedingly gross, its just siblings things™. They share drinks, hair brushes, wipe dirt onto each other's clothes, "hey this is awful, try this", share a fork. Neither of them know what personal space or boundaries are
- they get into fist fights sometimes, not cause they are actually fighting but just because they're bored and they can
- Butchy takes care of the garden, he loves it
- Lela hates gardening, she kills everything she touches, but she has to help because if Butchy has to deal with a weird bug he will cry
- Butchy cries a lot especially around Lela, he's very sensitive and in touch with how he feels, the only time he'll bottle something up is if it has to do with feeling like he's not enough to take care of the people he loves
- Lela is the one that tends to bottle up how she feels, though she's mostly very honest with Butchy, she tends to try and be a people pleaser or yes man to everyone else to the point of getting herself in trouble
- Butchy is dyslexic and wears reading glasses, it's part of why he dropped out beyond needing a job, Lela is very hyperactive and struggles in school due to it, they are both Autistic because I said so
- and finally; Butchy doesn't celebrate his birthday, it's just not something he cares about, but Lela makes him his favorite cake and they have a nice night in every year, Butchy loves it. In contrast Butchy throws Lela a party every year for hers, she love it
35 notes · View notes
Text
Gonna go ahead and put all of these on the same post so that I don't have to go digging every time I want to remember anything on my Addisons I should've written elsewhere as well- And I'll include new info because why not. :D I'll link more posts here in the future as well. Basically, it's gonna be a masterpost.
All:
- They/them pronouns, but Spamton favors he/him pronouns. He's still okay with they/them.
- They're all 5' 9", except Spamton after the acid incident. He's 3'.
- They're all good at preventing Illy's meltdowns/shutdowns. They don't happen much, but they know what to do just in case. A few are decent at comforting Illy and Spark with their RSD, too.
- They're very protective of each other.
- Most of them make bets with each other. Spark often suggests the bets and conditions. The loser usually has to buy food for the winner or for everyone.
- They're all unbothered by pen clicking noises.
Blip Addison:
- Their birthday is December 21st.
- They're the oldest, and older than Gimmick by a couple months.
- They somehow have worse anger issues than Spamton?
- They play a harp, and their healing magic uses one! But they can't play real music with the latter. It just makes different water-related sound effects.
- They're not the best healer, but they know how to physically care for injuries until healing magic can be used... There's no reason for this. Nope. Most certainly not the third point.
- When they're in a good mood, they're the best to go to for emotional comfort, however it's needed. Advice? A hug? Just listening? You name it.
- They use ominous positivity in regards to self-care, such as setting their status online to, "Drink water or I'm coming for your kneecaps. :)"
- Because they can read people really well, their siblings often act based on their judgement of others (but not always). Regardless, if you're on Blip's good side, you'll be on good terms with most of the siblings.
- They're forbidden from cooking while unsupervised because they suck so much at it.
- They're pan, so they make a number of jokes about the previous point. But they don't like those jokes from people who aren't pan or one of their siblings (it gets annoying when those are the only jokes you hear about being pan...).
Gimmick Addison:
- Their birthday is February 3rd.
- They're the second oldest, and older than Illy by a little over a year.
- They know they're not straight, but that's about it. However, they don't seem interested in finding a specific label, either.
- They play the drums, and on top of that, they can also sing!
- They have NO CLUE how they managed to be popular in school, even though the reasons are painfully obvious to everyone else.
- They make a lot of dad jokes and puns.
- They usually don't swear. May if they're surprised, angry, or in pain.
- They don't appear chaotic. Then you leave them and Spamton unattended, and suddenly Blip has to bail them out of jail for getting caught in a pickpocketing scheme.
- Jk on the last point! They've only been caught a couple of times and put in jail for it once. Blip never lets either of them live it down, especially since the others had to work quickly for money to bail Gimmick out.
- They like cooking, and they're great at it!
- They have a flat/blunted affect. You may have heard this called a "resting bitchface" before.
- They have a tendency to ruin (improve?) Spamton's arson jokes whenever he's talking to someone he barely knows and they're within earshot.
Illusion Addison:
- Their birthday is March 18th.
- They're the middle child, a little over 2 years older than Spamton.
- They strictly go by Illy. They hate their birth name, but haven't taken the time to legally change it yet.
- They're demiromantic and sapphic!
- They're autistic and have ADHD! Their most common stims are making soft popping/clicking noises with their mouth, flipping/rolling a coin back and forth, rubbing the bottom hem of their shirt/suit, and... one more I forgot and need to add again-
- They play the violin. Yes, learning to play was absolute hell for them. They're not the best, but they're pretty good at it now!
- They'll point out flaws they find in their siblings' insults. This isn't to feel "intellectually superior" (which is a bad autism stereotype). No, they're just being a smartass. They don't do this often, either.
- They'll always go out of their way to annoy someone who annoyed them or their siblings. They'll eat a candy bar in front of them that's meant to be broken without breaking it, for example. There's more, but I can't think of anything at the moment.
- They're the best healer in the family, in terms of magic. And they have a lot of practice from healing Blip. However, they're a little tired of it.
- Insomniac number one! They find it easy to get to sleep, but staying asleep is quite the challenge.
- They're the best at malicious compliance.
- They're the biggest gamer of the family. They specifically love survival games, but they're better at puzzle games.
Spamton Addison:
- His birthday is April 1st. Yes, he was bullied in school for it.
- He's the second youngest, and close to 6 months older than Spark.
- Bi!
- Also, demiflux!
- When he's with Gimmick, he's the idea guy. Particularly when it comes to committing crime and avoiding getting caught or put in jail. So far, he's got a good track record! They've only ever been arrested once!
- The only person allowed to call him Spammy (outside of his family) is Swatch. If anyone else calls him that, he'll probably start a fight.
- He's too smart for their own good at times. Like their other siblings, he chooses not to use his intelligence and does stupid shit, even though they know better. Or he uses it for stupid shit.
- He's learned to control his anger just long enough to get somewhere else where he can either safely take his anger out, or do something else to calm down.
- While working for Mike, he was damn near CONSTANTLY pissed off. Before working for Mike, he looked up to him. But then he laid eyes on him in person for the first time, and he just knew Mike was an asshole. His wariness around Mike then developed into intense anger the more he saw how he treated employees -- namely the way he talked behind their backs.
- He has a multitude of trust issues. This is especially true in the Failed Salt Route timeline after he turns on Kris, gets Blip to safety, and ends up reunited with his family shortly afterwards.
- He may antagonize someone if they try to start a fight, but he usually won't attack first. No, he'll attack in "self-defense."
- However, if you intentionally misgender his siblings, he can and will give Blip a run for their money in the Getting Into Fights department.
- He learned to play piano while working for Mike as a way to manage his anger. He didn't learn drums like Gimmick did because he got more worked up when he played them.
- Spark no longer makes bets with them because he kept finding loopholes to exploit. Yet, they may still take bets from him. Which are often one-sided. These are the bets they choose not to take.
- When someone insults his height, he rates and criticizes the insult. This is partly because he's accepted that people are going to insult his height now.
- He's an insomniac. And he has the worst of both worlds, finding it difficult to both get to and stay asleep.
- He almost killed someone when he was 15.
Spark Addison:
- Unfortunately, their birthday is October 30th. But they celebrate it on Halloween!
- They're the youngest.
- They're easily flustered, particularly if they find someone attractive.
- Did I mention they're bi?
- They have ADHD. Most common stims are tapping their foot, clicking pens, snapping their fingers, and swinging their arms back and forth. They try not to do the very last unless they have a lot of space.
- Just like Illy, they also play the violin! It was hell for them to learn, as well. However, on top of the encouragement from their other siblings, Illy and Spark encouraged each other a lot to continue learning.
- They're extroverted! They're who you go to for ideas for things to do, places to go, etc.. However, due to bullying and masking their ADHD, socializing still drains them.
- They're witty and quick on their feet with insults. This also applies when flipping Gimmick's dad jokes so they get the punchline.
- They sell and repairs electronics!
- They're highly prone to dissociation. Depersonalization, specifically.
- They often use finger guns.
- One of their hyperfixations is marine biology! And Spamton occasionally sends Spark texts with blatantly incorrect statements about it (such as saying dolphins are fish and not mammals). They don't take it personally, however, they'll send him a(n empty) threat in response.
- They're the third insomniac in the family. It's hard for them to get to sleep, but they're out like a light once they manage it.
25 notes · View notes
oddsnendsfanfics · 3 years
Text
Unraveling in the Sheets
Genre: Fan Fiction
Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC
Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, NSFW
Rating: M
Length: Short Story
Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.
A/N: Spoiler Alert, there is smut. Be warned. It's there.
Also, I am no longer doing tags on posts. Since my list exceeds the tag limit. Please feel free to join the chat in place of the tag list.
Tumblr media
Henry Cavill Master List
“How did you do it though?” Gliding the car into a free parking space, Henry glanced at Nell in the passenger's seat.
“How did I do what?” Eyeing him curiously, she tried to hide her gloating smile. She could be a terrible winner, even if she wasn't the winner, she had came ahead of Henry.
“You know what I mean, Nelly.”
He looked so silly, his new mustache curling when he laughed or smiled. Nell had to admit, if any man could wear the 'stache Henry did it well.
“Oh, you mean how did I suddenly leave your ass behind and finish nearly 50 positions ahead?” She laughed, crinkling her nose. “I told you, I've been working hard for this. Besides, you're too big. You move slower than I do. It's that simple. Maybe next year, you will finish ahead of me.”
“You're impossible.” Unbuckling his seat belt, Henry hurried to get out of the car and around to the other side, before Nell could open her own door. Nearly there, he frowned when she opened the door, stepping out of the Aston Martin. “You were supposed to let me open that.”
“I am supposed to do a lot of things that I do not.” Nell grabbed her hand bag. “I'll let you open the door, next time. You big dork.”
Henry was always the gentleman, even when Nell would rather rip his eyes out than speak to him in a civil manner. Not that she ever felt the former much, but on the rare occasion. Sometimes that's how things went for ex-lovers. The mid May air was growing cool, leaving a few goosebumps on Nell's exposed arms. She had expected to be back before now, which is why she'd left her sweater in the hotel.
“Well, happy late birthday. It was nice having dinner with your family. I've missed them.”
“They've missed you, too. I could tell that dad was happy you came along. He hasn't talked that much during a dinner since the last time you came over.” Henry smiled fondly. "I'm glad that you came, Nelly." Hands in his pockets, Henry sauntered along beside Nell. Approaching the main entrance, he held the door allowing her to enter. 
When he'd invited her for the weekend, he wasn't confident that she would come. Wrapped up in work, Nell didn't take too much time away from Dublin these days.
"It was a nice break from work." Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, Nell bit her bottom lip. "I know that you are busy, but do you have a few minutes to talk?"
"I always have time to talk with you." Scanning the hotel lobby, Henry tried to find a spot for them to sit and chat privately. "Should we have a seat at the bar?"
"We could, but I would really like to change. Do you mind coming up with me? We can just talk in the room. It's probably more comfortable anyway."
"Is this about the wild boy?"
"Isn't it always?" 
Laughing, Henry pushed the call button for the elevator. Their son was truly something else. One day he would surely take over the world; Henry could see that coming from the day he was born.  To say Ivan was Henry's pride and joy would be a massive understatement. He lived for their son. This weekend having Ivan, and Nell, in Jersey had been fantastic. A short glimpse of what life could have been. The ding of the elevator brought Henry back from his brief fantasy.
He and Nell had split up several years ago, there wasn't much chance she would feel the same as he did. Lost in the thoughts of happy little family. Allowing Nell to step onto the elevator first, Henry stood silently with his hands clasped in front of him.
“So, Ivan has been doing well in school?” He may as well get this under way.
“Define doing well,” Nell snickered. “I get a call nearly every day from his teacher. The woman is impossible, but knowing our son, he isn't making it easy for her.”
“I was like that in school. Right up until the day I left.” Henry shrugged. The elevator gently bumping to a stop, he stepped forward to hold the door for Nell.
Muttering a thank you, Nell dug for her key card, leading the way down the hall. She loved this hotel, it was the only one she stayed in, if she could help it, while visiting the Island. A great view of the water on one side, the other dazzling with a fantastic look out into the city. The first time she'd ever been to Jersey, she had stayed in the hotel and fell in love with the charm. There were days when that felt like a life time ago.
Opening the door, Nell paused to allow Henry in. “Have a seat. Anywhere you'd like. Sorry it's kind of a mess. I'm going to change.”
The hotel room was anything but a mess, minus the few sketch books that Nell had dropped on the bed. Always working. Henry took a seat on the edge of the king sized bed, casually glancing at the colour coded notes and designs that Nell had in one of the open sketch books. Costumes. A few notes detailed leather armor and Viking era clothing. She'd done well for herself, since he'd met her. The same shy costume apprentice hiding out on set of The Tudors, was now helping drive forward the details of Vikings.
In the bathroom, Nell pulled off her dress. The fabric had became clingy after a while and she needed to be more relaxed. Running shorts and a tshirt would do the trick. Sighing at her reflection, she bit her bottom lip glancing down at her top. The worn coral Nike tshirt was her favourite, it was showing the love and wear in a few spots. Perhaps she should have picked something less frumpy? She was a busy, single mom she didn't have to look the part. Ah fuck, who cared. Henry certainly wouldn't.
He was here to discuss their son, not flirt with her until she gave in to that smile. Or got lost in his eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes – the left with the flecks of brown. His charm alone was enough to make anyone weak in the knees. Damn it, she needed to get over it. He had moved on. She needed to do the same.
Blowing out a breath, Nell reached for the door, pausing when she heard Henry talking. His tone told her that he was speaking to Ivan. Quietly slipping out of the bathroom, she smiled.
“Hold on, just a sec.” He pushed the screen of his phone, allowing the speaker to connect. “Alright, wild boy. Say goodnight to your mum.”
“Mum, momma, mum.” Ivan's voice filled the room. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Ivan. Are you being a good boy?”
“Uh huh. I love you. Good night.”
“Good night, wild boy. I love you.”
“Night dad.”
“Good night, I love you. I'm going to be back soon, you go to bed and I will see you first thing in the morning.”
“Okay. Oh, dad, can Kal sleep in my room tonight?” Ivan was fond of the large black and white American Akita. Henry laughed.
“Of course he can. You and Kal go to bed, now.”
“Okay, bye.” A little too quickly, Ivan hung up the phone. Henry laughed at the eagerness, he would talk to his mother when he got back to the house. Making sure that Ivan and his dog had gone to bed as they were told, with no fuss.
"Can you believe he is growing this fast? My god where has that time gone?" Henry rubbed his hands against his face. His mustache and subtle stubble scratching his palms. 
"Time is a cruel mistress." Rubbing her hands on her shorts, Nell stood. "Drink? I have a bottle of Johnnie Walker." 
"Of course you do." Smirking, Henry shifted on the side of the bed. “I had a look at some of these designs, by the way. They're magnificent. My god, Nell, you are so talented.”
“You're saying that to be nice,”
Shaking his head, Henry accepted the glass, resting it on his knee. “No, I am saying it because its true. You are one of the most talented costumers that I had ever met. Are you enjoying the job?”
“I love it.” Nell smiled, leaning against the large wooden desk in the corner. “The work is great, the people are amazing, and Ivan is really enjoying it. I'm glad we went.”
“Good, that's good. He talks about it, a lot. He really seems to love being there. I'm glad. Once things settle, I am going to try and come visit. I kind of miss it, Dublin.”
“You should.” She smiled fighting the urge to scoff and roll her eyes. Henry was always busy. He'd make it to Dublin, when Hell froze over. “So, how is work coming on this new character.”
“I can't say much, but I can say that I will be happy when I can shave.” He rubbed the mustache expertly. “It's not as bad as some of the beards that I've had to grow, but it's not my favourite look.”
“You look good with a beard. I know you hate them, but you do.”
Leaning forward to set his glass on the bedside table, Henry licked the whiskey off of his lips. “I'm glad to have that compliment.”
“Sure.” Nell nodded, tipping her glass to finish the drink. “Another?”
“Uh, I'm good.” Henry motioned to his glass. Rubbing his hands across his jeans, he furrowed his brow. “I've been thinking, since I am fairly busy the next few months, what if I keep Ivan for a few extra days? Once you leave, I will take him back to London with me, until I have to go.”
Shifting on the bed, her face warm from the second glass of whiskey, Nell sniffled and cleared her throat. “What about school?”
“What about it? He isn't going to miss much, is he? They're nearly finished up and I don't know how long it will be, until I see him. Possibly not until Christmas.”
All he wanted was to spend a little time with his son, was that so hard? His next move would have to be calculated, Nell had been known to stat arguments over less. If Henry wanted to avoid a shouting match, he would have to go about this carefully. Reaching for his glass, he downed the remaining contents in one large gulp. Sighing.
“I want to hang out with him a little. It wouldn't be more than three days extra. Then you get some time alone, as well. Nell, I know that you need a bit of a break. You work so hard and take care of Ivan, please.”
“If you want to, then I suppose I can't really say no. What kind of mother would I be, if I didn't let you see him?”
“Don't say things like that, please.” Henry reached out, his hand taking hers. Gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. “You are a wonderful mum. You know that.”
“Sometimes, I feel like I could do better. I really do.” Nell shrugged, allowing Henry to continue holding her hand.
“All parents feel that way, I am sure. I know that I feel like that, all the time. I guess it's natural, always wanting to do better, to be better, for our children.”
There he went again. There were times when Nell could not stand to be near him, other times she wanted to be as close as possible. Damn it. Watching him talk about Ivan and the few extras days they would be together, Henry's eyes lit up. His smile broad and the enthusiasm in his voice was one that dictated proud father. Nell nodded, only because she felt it was appropriate to the conversation.
Henry continued to chatter about how he wanted to take Ivan to a new exhibit at the Natural History Museum, in London. Leave it to the father and son, finding a day at the museum to be high on the list of fun. Nell sighed, continuing to half listen, half gaze at Henry in awe. One thing she loved – well love could be a strong word – adored? Enjoyed? About Henry was how much he loved Ivan.
Mid sentence about some Sir David Attenborough documentary that he'd watched with Ivan; Nell couldn't help it any longer. Leaning in, without warning, she grabbed Henry's face turning it to her and kissing him. Lips connecting, she stopped and jumped back as if hit by an electric shock.
Clearing his throat, Henry rubbed the back of his neck, but not pulling back. “I didn't know that the National Geographic was that exciting.”
“I'm sorry.” Hiding her face in her hands, Nell shook her head. Oh that had been a mistake. She had absolutely no right. None. Henry was crazy, if he didn't get up right now and walk out. If he was angry, then she deserved that.
Blushing, Nell shook her head. “Henry, I shouldn't have.”
“I'm certainly not going to complain.” He shrugged, leaning in his arm sliding around her shoulder. Nell glanced up, getting the nerves to look at him. Oh she had fucked up. “Next time, I would like some warning though.”
“Warning? Next time?”
“Hmm, yes. Kind of like this, close your eyes.” Henry instructed pulling her closer and kissing her. Nell sighed her body melting against him. She loved the way his lips felt on hers. Soft, with a slight force.
Straddling his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, Nell's fingers laced together. Her lips leaving his, tracing along his jaw, nearing the sweet spot below his ear. A slight nip and he was an unraveling mess. Henry nuzzled his face into her hair, she smelled amazing. Comforting and warm. A groan erupted from deep in his throat, as predicted she had gone straight for that spot.
“Nell, Nell,” Henry cleared his throat, holding her at arm's length, “Janelle, stop.” Looking for any sort of sign that she truly felt that this wasn't a good idea, he sucked in a breath. “Are you sure about this? Because if we continue, I won't stop until...”
“I am.” She nodded firmly, “I don't want you to stop. I don't want to stop. Oh god, Henry. Please.”
“I need to know that you truly, absolutely want to do this.”
“If you don't stop talking and bend me over, I am going to kick you out and do this myself. Please, stop talking. If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have started it.”
A deep rumbling laugh followed, Henry rolled his eyes. God, she was something else. Who was he to deny a gorgeous woman what she wanted? Would this come back to haunt him? Probably. Did he care? Not much. Come morning they would once again go their separate ways, but that didn't matter right now. Right now, he could pretend that he had everything he wanted. And what he wanted was her.
Pulling her to him, Henry kissed her hard. Nell moaned, the force of the kiss was nearly dizzying. Arms around his neck, she rubbed her body against his, trying to grasp the friction that was created when she started to grind herself against his thighs.
“Henry,”
“Hold on, you need patience.” He brushed a bit of hair out of her face, “all in good time.”
Nell squealed when he stood, her legs desperately scrambling to hold onto him. In a futile attempt she huffed, when he let her go, standing in front of him pouting. Unbuttoning his shirt, Henry smirked giving her a heated stare. “Well, are you going to get on the bed or make me do all the work? Shorts off.”
Sliding the mesh shorts down her ass and along her legs, Nell made a bit of a show letting them pool at her feet. Stepping out, as slowly as possible, while lifting the old tshirt from her body. Allowing it to go where it would, as she dropped it. Sitting back on the bed, she could feel her heart in her throat and her stomach where her heart should be.
“Lie back.” Henry instructed, kneeling at the edge of the bed. Arms around her thighs, guiding her to him, he studied her for a moment. She was trembling as his fingers slid across her thighs, positioning her in just the right way.
“Oh god, Hen-Henry.” Nell's mouth was suddenly dry and her voice hoarse. His hot breath between her legs was tormenting her, in unimaginable ways. In anticipation she bucked her hips forward, trying to clench her thighs. Holding her knees with his shoulders, Henry chuckled.
“Eager.”
“Please.”
“You are...” He lingered, kissing the inside of her leg. “Gorgeous. Look at you.” He brushed his thumb against her. Nell whimpered trying to push further. “Hold on, hold on.”
“Why are you teasing me?”
“Because I want to enjoy the view, for a moment.” He shrugged, her legs lifting gently. A hand on her lower abdomen, as if holding her in place, he used the other to gently tease and trace along her calf. Without warning, his lips attached to the most sensitive part of her body with his mustache adding an extra sensation, Nell bucked her hips hard, shoving his face further between her thighs.
Nell's head was swimming, it had been a while since she'd felt this good from such an act. Sure, she'd had the odd date here and there, semi-serious relationships, but nobody could do this the way Henry could. He was a fucking magician, she was certain of it. Humming against her mound, Henry couldn't hide the laughter in his eyes, when she began to squirm and wiggle against his face. She was desperate and he was going to prolong this as much as he could.
Sucking her clit, his tongue generously lapping at her, he thoroughly enjoyed the show. Pushing his head as far down as she could, Nell was nearly in tears each time he leaned in, his mustache tickling in just the right way. Oh god, she gasped trying hard to find release. Henry was cunning, backing off at the right moments.
“Henry,” She whined, threading her fingers through his hair. “Don't tease me, I really need you to finish.”
“Stop being so impatient.” He was teasingly stern. Pushing her hands away, he locked his fingers with hers, holding them at her side. Lifting his head, he smirked, kissing up her body ending with another dizzying kiss. Nell sucked on his tongue, freeing her hands from his, she tugged him closer, pulling at fistfuls of hair.
Cleaning herself from his tongue and lips, she sighed. “I'm going to need more than that.”
“You're sure?” Henry paused, holding his weight on his forearms, resting above her. His jeans still on, he could feel the strain against the denim.
“Jeans, off.” She demanded, sitting up to watch. Shivering against the slight chill, her breasts on display giving him the perfect view of her erect nipples. Nell blushed under his gaze. She was not the tight, toned, and perky body she once was. She wasn't out of shape, by any means, but compared to Henry...
“You are gorgeous.” Henry complimented, his jeans on the floor, boxers being pushed down to join them. Stepping out of his pants, he stood at the side of the bed, in all his glory.
Nell licked her lips, reaching out to take him in her hand. Hissing under her touch, Henry involuntarily bucked his hips forward into her hand. Rubbing the head, Nell intently watched Henry while she leaned in taking him fully in her mouth.
“Fuck, Nelly.”
“Hmm,” She hummed, sliding her head back along his length. Hand wrapped around him, stroking in place of her mouth. Bobbing her head back down, she swirled her tongue around the base. He nearly choked her the first time she'd ever gone down on him. Oh how long ago that felt.
Dragging her tongue against his length, she felt her core tighten, with each moan Henry gave. His slight salty taste mixed with the aftertaste of the Johnnie Walker, Nell inhaled deeply through her nose, hollowing her cheeks around him. Gripping the back of her head, Henry tried to not force her too hard, as he began to guide her movement.
Happy to go along with what he needed to feel good, Nell allowed him control over her guidance. Her finger nails grazing the back of his thighs, she mentally checked the small victory when he threw his hips forward at the sensation of her wrapped around him and her nails on his skin.
“Good girl,” Henry mumbled, his head lulling back, his chest rising rapidly. “Keep it up, just like that. Oh shit,”
Nell's chest swelled a little, she could still make him feel good, even after all of this time apart. That was not something she would take lightly, even if this shouldn't be happening. Oh fuck, who cared? They were two consenting adults. Henry's legs quivered, his hands unsteady stroking the back of her head.
“Nell,”
“Hmm?” She glanced up at him. His face soft and his jaw slack, she could feel him tightening. The perfect time to stop her actions. “Not yet,” She smirked, wiping her hand across her chin, drool gone. “Fair is fair.”
“Jesus,” Henry grumbled. He had been so fucking close, the knot in the pit of his stomach clenched Slowing his breathing, he took a moment to think of anything else. Laundry? Running? How much longer until he had to renew his passport?
“Henry?”
“Yeah?” He snapped his head to look at Nell.
“Are we going to stand here all night, or...” She shrugged, a devious smirk on her face. Laying back on the bed, she curled her finger beckoning him to her.
“You're still sure about this?” Henry asked. His eyes on her, waiting to see if she had any hint of doubt or hesitation.
“I don't have a condom, but I'm clean. It's not like I'm getting pregnant, so....” If she were to get pregnant, there was going to be on hell of a hefty lawsuit against that surgeon.
“You're sure? I know that I'm...but I don't have.”
“if you don't want to, then I understand.”
“I do, though, but...”
Nell shook her head. “No buts. If you want me, then I'm yours.”
“Fuck, you're making this hard.”
Giggling, Nell glance down. “I think we're beyond things being hard.”
His body betraying him, Henry cleared his throat, she certainly had a point. Fuck it. What did they have to lose? Unless this, some how, came back to bite them. No, no he had to stop that. Give in, enjoy what was happening. It had been too long since he'd been able to watch her in such bliss. Bliss that he was responsible for.
“You're sure?”
Nell nodded siting up, opening her arms, “Come here.”
On the edge of the bed, Henry sighed, his large frame leaning into her. Nell held him for a moment, stroking his hair, the feel of his warmth against her sent shivers through her spine. Pushing him back on the bed, she bit her bottom lip, waiting for the go ahead. Henry gave her a slight nod, adjusting himself on the bed to get comfortable. Straddling his hips, Nell lifted herself to slowly take him.
Sheathing him inch by inch, Nell groaned at the fullness. This was her favourite part, taking him to the end, feeling him stretch her. Rocking her hips forward, she countered the motion sliding them back in the same tantalizing pace. Henry held her hips, pushing his up to meet her. Nell squeaked and giggled. She loved the way he hit all the right spots.
“You can touch me, don't be shy.” Nell winked, lifting her arms and crossing them above her head, allowing him a full view of her breasts. “Go on.” She encouraged.
His large hands cupping her breasts, Henry softly rolled her hardening nipples between his fingers, giving on a slight flick when she moved herself up on his length. Close to letting him slide out, she moved back down, her ass grinding against him.
The way her body moved against his was mesmerizing. Massaging her supple skin, from her breasts down her sides, one hand settling on her ass and the other on her hip. Henry loved the shape, even if she had changed a little since having Ivan. God she was stunning.
Hastening her pace, Nell rocked back and forth, up and down. Henry closed his eyes feeling every bit of movement, each clench. Taking in the sounds of her breathing, mixed with his, her small moans not going unnoticed.
“Henry,” She whispered, biting her bottom lip, leaning forward to touch her lips against his. “Please,”
Without having to be asked twice, he moved swiftly, turning them over to pin her beneath him. Nell sighed and stretched her arms over her head, the pull of her muscles caused another shiver. Her head now against the pillow, she reached, tracing the lines of his face with her fingertip.
“I don't know that I can be as slow as you were.” Henry nipped her finger. Holding back on his desire to pound her into the bed.
“Then don't.” Nell batted her eye lashes at him.
Somehow that was all he needed, that tiny bit of permission. Picking up the pace, Henry grunted. Nell moaned drawing her knees upward, allowing him an even better vantage to this position. As if the pent up emotions from the last few years, hours, minutes had been released the couple were lost in the sensation of skin on skin. The feeling of sparks and electricity coursing through them. Connecting them.
“Fuck, Janelle.” Henry hissed, his arm locked into position on either side of her head, keeping him from tumbling on top of her.
“Henry,” She squealed splaying her hands against his chest, tugging at the soft hairs. “Oh god. Please, don't stop. My god, oh fuck.”
“You are fucking amazing. Fuck, look at you.” Kissing her roughly, he sighed, steadying his pace. His hips slapping hers, Nell shook slightly her soft sobs of pleasure were enough to send him to an end.
Shaking with pleasure, Nell gasped trying to bring herself down from the high. Henry moaned, his head back and chest heaving. It had been a while since he had felt that good. Nell laid with her legs hooked around his thighs, no desire to move. Collapsing with his head on her chest, Henry allowed his body to rest. Sweaty and sticky, they laid tangled together. Neither one wanting to break the feeling.
Dosing in and out, Nell was the first to move. Her body growing heavy with Henry still on top of her. She needed to move, before seizing up. Pushing his head to the side, she giggled and kissed the tip of her nose when he lazily looked up.
“I need to pee,”
“Hmph.” Henry nodded, slowly rolling over. Allowing her to escape. Laying flat on the bed, while she scurried off to the bathroom, Henry pushed himself up off of the bed. He should be getting back to his parents, back to Ivan.
All thoughts of moving were squashed, when Nell came back, climbing in beside him. Her clothes still on the floor. Her body was comforting against his. “Hi,” she whispered, sliding in under his arm.
“Nell?” Henry laid with his arm around her shoulder.
“Huh?” Nell grunted, her face buried in his chest.
“I should head back.”
“If you want to. You can stay, I don't mind.” Nell yawned. Her eyes closing.
“Okay, but only for a little while.” Henry agreed, closing his eyes. In a few minutes, he would get up, shower, and head back.
With a start, Henry woke, a loud banging noise rattling him. Looking around the dark room, he squinted to find the source of the noise. Hearing someone whispering at a distance, Henry laid in bed, listening. Against him, Nell stirred, but didn't wake. Someone in the hall was talking, no doubt they had been the source of the banging. He had fell asleep, Nell wrapped against him.
Looking at his watch, Henry frowned. 4am. If he left right now, he could be back before anybody woke. If he left now, he risked Kal barking and waking the house. If he waited, he would risk walking in and having to explain himself to one or more person. Of course he could tell them that he'd ran into some old friends, had some drinks and stayed on a sofa somewhere. Too drunk to drive.
Shifting in bed, Nell sighed, her arm around his waist she snuggled in closer. She was content, who was Henry to try and disturb her sleep? He would wait an hour or two, before he made his departure. So what if he waltzed in, being faced by one of his brothers, or even his mother. He was an adult, if he wanted to stay out all night enjoying the company of a fantastic woman, then he would do just that.
Kissing the top of Nell's head, Henry smiled, sinking down further into the covers, closing his eyes.
Tag List Chat
102 notes · View notes
oh-my-sparkle · 3 years
Text
💕Love-Gram💕
Request: “could you do Changbin or Seungmin, mainly fluff, and the plot is that Changbin/Seungmin and the reader are desk partners in a few high school or college classes, and the school has a thing for Valentine's where you can pay a few dollars to have someone deliver a person of your choice a flower (any is fine) with a note attached to it on Valentine's, and they pay to have one delivered to the reader who they've liked for a few months but they keep themselves anonymous, and the reader tries to learn who sent them the flower and eventually figures it out it was them bc one of Changbin/Seungmin's friends hinted at it and realized their handwriting is the same?”
💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
Of course!! This fic is for my very special, first follower who is always liking and commenting on my posts and really motivates me! I hope you enjoy!!!
Reader x Seungmin (Stray Kids)
[Genre] fluff, angst.
[Word count] 3.6K
[Warnings] none really
Tumblr media
Another day of you going to a boring Intro to Sociology class that you couldn’t believe your university required you to take.
Well, at least it wasn’t like your other requisite courses that were full of odd strangers, because in this group you had sat next to a rather studious and polite young man on the first day.
“Alright everyone.” The professor calmed everyone down on the first day, just as four dozen or so of you were settling in your seats. “I’m Professor Petunia, and since I already sent an introductory email, I won’t waste any of our time. As you can see, the room seats are set up with two people per table, so take a good look at your table buddy because you will be partnered with them for the rest of the term.”
Mostly all four dozen or so of you groaned in unison. However, you looked to the young man that sat to your right and he gave a polite smile and greeting, and you were thankful that he seemed like a good partner.
By the end of the class you learned that his name was Seungnim. Both of you were headed to the same cafe to study during your free period, which you both coincidentally had, and you were about to begin working on your sociology assignment. He was very kind, or you began to think so once the awkwardness of the initial encounter began to wear off. He was organized with his notes, dressed neatly, drank a plain black coffee; just by being in his presence you felt self conscious of your messy notes and little torn papers stuffed into your binder, the multitude of colors you wrote with, your general unpreparedness.
He seemed to be smoothly sailing through university, whereas you were cramming, stressing out, eating like a raccoon. As the two of you became closer throughout your time spent with assignments, Seungmin became more of a friend, giving you tips here and there, helping you study for some classes that he had already taken or knew about. In fact, even after your sociology course had ended, the two of you continued to meet up, not only so he could sometimes help you out, but genuinely as friends.
“Are you sure you’re doing ok in Professor Brock’s class?” He asked in your most recent meeting.
“Minnie… we’re out having a good time.” You try to dissuade him from bringing up the topic of studying.
“Doesn’t hurt to make sure you’re doing ok!” He argues.
“I didn’t ask you to come out with me because I needed help, I asked you to hang out as friends!” You couldn’t stress this enough, because you did often ask him for help and didn’t want him to feel like that was the only reason you wanted to spend time with him.
“Smh. Fine. We’re just hanging out.” He says, feigning he’s grumpy and you poke him playfully.
“Yes, exactly. Hanging out because that’s what you do when you want to spend time with someone.” You say as you link your arm with his, dragging him into the night.
— — — — — — — — — —
Seungmin did often think about spending time with you, and exactly how much time he wanted to spend with you, and how much he wanted to spend time with you, and you. He thought about you a lot, in fact. The jokes you told would linger in his mind and made him laugh days later. Your cute outfits always made you look so effortlessly perfect, and he enjoyed admiring how each one of them highlighted a different part of you. How carefree you were, fully enjoying life, but so frustratingly carefree sometimes. It worried him, and he felt like he needed to be on top of your schedule assignments oftentimes to make sure you wouldn’t miss out on anything. He wanted to make sure you were doing ok, getting the best grades possible and he tried to help you out as much as he could.
He made sure to remind you of things, went over your exams with you so that you could learn from your mistakes. Sometimes you got grumpy when you didn’t understand something and you scrunched up your precious little nose, and furrowed your brows cutely, and pouted your soft looking lips… they looked so soft.
Sometimes you were so exhausted from your classes that you would survive for days on end on food from local restaurants, mostly fast food and coffee and snacks, with no real meal for days. He’d remind you to make sure to eat well. Sometimes he’d remind you to rest.
“You look tired.” He’d say with concern, but in your eyes it was him nitpicking at your mistakes. Now, during midterms, Seungmin’s particularly bad habit of pointing out everything that you were doing wrong was at an all time high.
“Yes, Minnie, I am tired.” you simply stated.
“Maybe you should rest.”
“That’s obvious but I also need to keep studying.” The tone of your voice stung him just a little, so he tried to explain himself.
“I just meant that if you had started studying when I told you to then you wouldn’t be cramming right now.” As soon as he said those words, he knew he had made a mistake.
“Yes Seungmin. I know you’re always perfect and on top of things. I wish I was as smart and punctual and as perfect as you are, but I’m not. So please stop trying to point out the obvious Seungmin, because having you pick out every mistake I make is almost as exhausting as the last three days of me not sleeping.” 
Seungmin had said something afterwards but you were too tired to hear it, in fact, you could hardly even make out the words. You just sighed and buried your face into your hands, occasionally clawing at your scalp. The last thing you noticed Seungmin did was him take out a water bottle and a couple of granola bars from his bag, set them in front of you, and place his hand on your shoulder. He was saying something, but the words were muffled in your ears, you couldn't even see straight.
In retrospect, the gesture was caring, and while Seungmin argued that he was looking out for you, his words often came across as belittling. You felt like a child sometimes, with him as your scolding father. Other times you felt like an idiot, or just utterly useless. He just did things so easily, and when he’d argue that they were in fact ‘easy to do’, you felt like a complete moron who couldn’t grasp even the simplest concepts.
It wasn’t a good give and take. And you tried to sustain your friendship with him, you really did. You tried going out with him to do other things, like watch movies, go to restaurants, and parties. But he always brought things back up “are you really doing ok in that one class?”, “did you make sure to finish your essay before coming here?”, “Why is that assignment taking you so long? I did it in two hours!”. You didn’t know if he was purposefully being condescending. At first you thought he just didn’t realize how invasive those frequent comments came off, but the more and more you heard them, they felt like needles pricking into your side.
Why couldn’t he just stop bringing it up? Why?
“Seungmin, I really don’t want to talk about school stuff right now.” You once said defeatedly.
“Well, I’m just making sure you’re doing the best you can! You should have started that last paper sooner like I told you and you would have gotten a better grade.” He replied with an annoyingly genuine smile.
“Oh of course Minnie! I’d never be able to do anything at all without you! If it weren’t for you I’d be reduced to my stupid, slow and ignorant self.” You sarcastically replied, walking in front of him.
“I didn’t mean it that way!” He chased after you.
“Whatever Seungmin, I think I can realize that I suck at everything perfectly fine on my own.” He stopped chasing after you then.
— — — — — — — — — —
Seungmin was confused. He didn’t know what was right and wrong. He just hated seeing you struggle, he wanted you to let him help you and his perfectionism peaked when you would be so stubborn and not accept that he wanted to help you ease the burden of all the things you had to do. But now, it seemed like everytime he brought it up you just got angry, and he understood why. 
He’d panic like an idiot whenever he saw you, he’d say the dumbest things without realizing how they came out. He hated himself for making you think that he thought that you were anything less than perfect. Ok, maybe you could be doing better academically, but everything else about you was beautiful. You were so creative, so free, you made the people around you smile, you weren’t afraid to speak up and give your opinion, you weren’t afraid to admit you were wrong. You were just unapologetically you.
Seungmin wished he could be like you, a freer and happier version of himself, but it scared him. He liked to live by the book, knowing all the answers, keeping things on a schedule, that was how he made sure things went well, how he made sure they came out right. Growing up, everyone thought he was so boring because of it and the only thing they ever noticed about him were his grades. And then you came along.
When you told him a joke, you looked at him expecting he would laugh. Back at school no one thought he had a funny bone in his body. You took him out to parties, his first ever party.
You were his first kiss.
Except, you didn’t remember that night, he almost didn’t either. It was a wild frat party that you’d gone to, and you drank and danced and laughed. It was his first time getting drunk - yours too. You woke up in his bed the following morning with severe nausea, to see him peacefully tucked in a fuzzy blanket on his futon.
He’d taken you to his place, since your dorm had already closed at curfew, gave you his bed, took off your shoes and wrapped you in a blanket like a burrito. You confessed that you forgot everything from the night before once you were both having breakfast. He remembered everything, he thinks, but he lets you think he was equally drunk. 
He hadn’t been. You kissed him, when he told you he’d never dated a girl before, or been kissed by a girl, or even been liked by a girl. You kissed him after you told him that he was special, and kind, and protective, and caring. After you told him that his sweaters with collared shirts underneath would make any girl swoon. After you told him things he thought a girl would never say to him, much less a girl he liked as much as you. You kissed him and he would never forget that - but he didn't confess.
That was months ago. Months before the two of you had stopped talking. That was a few weeks ago. He just didn’t know what to say anymore. He felt like he always said the wrong thing, and if he didn’t bring up the topic of academics, what more was he supposed to say? He felt like there was nothing more he could offer you and it broke his heart.
— — — — — — — — — —
Sometime after you drifted away from each other, Seungmin was minding his own business when he’s stopped by a student who basically jumps in front of him.
“Hey! Would you live to send a Love-Gram for that special someo-”
“Sorry, I’m headed to class.” He says while walking past the stranger. 
“It won’t take much of your time! It’s a perfect opportunity to confess your feelings for that special someone on Valentine’s Day with a personalized note.” The stranger argued, and Seunmin came up with an idea that maybe it was worth being late to class for once.
“Show me what you’ve got.”
— — — — — — — — — —
On a particularly dreary february day, couples and red and pink hearts seemed to flood every recess of your sight. It was… exhausting. Most of your friends had been busy all week making ‘plans’ for Valentines day. Oh of course, it's so reasonable to stop everything you’re doing and throw yourself at this completely ridiculous holliday as if it was the first and last chance you’ll ever have at expressing love. As if!
And then… something happens as you’re in one of your classes.
A very tall student comes in wearing a diaper, angel wings, a sparkly red bow and arrow…. And thankfully a tshirt for some modesty. He’s pushing along a cart stuffed to the brim with little red and pink boxes and bags.
“Excuse me young man, what do you think you’re doing?” The professor demands.
“The student associations Love-gram delivery!” He charges through the room flamboyantly.
“Christopher Bang?” He asks as someone at the back raises their hand. “Two for you!”
“Felix Lee? FOUR for you, Felix Lee!” He says while heading towards another student and giving him several small packages. “You go, Felix Lee!”
“And, uh... ‘Y/n’ y/l/n. Do we have a ‘Y/n’ y/l/n here?
“It's Y/n!” You say out loud.
“Oh, Y/n, here you go, one for you…” He says as he places a mini basket of roses and treats in front of you.
“And none for you professor, bye.” He says while heading out, and showing everyone just how revealing his diaper was.
Y/n
I wish I could express how I feel about you, but I can’t put together words as beautifully as you do. I’ll try to do it in writing, and I hope my words won’t fail me.
You’re perfect. Even when you’re wrong, you’re perfect. When you make mistakes, you’re still perfect. Everything about you is so perfect, because it’s what makes you you.
Do you ever realize how people’s eyes sparkle when you make them laugh and smile? Or how a room seems brighter when you walk in? Do you notice that everyone admires your confidence, and courage and spontaneity? You do things I wish I could do, but that I’m not brave enough to.
When you make a mistake, you move on, keep pushing ahead enthusiastically. You know that it's only a tiny pebble that you need to kick aside to continue along your happy path. When you do something well, you take it humbly, and your happiness is genuine instead of pride. You speak what’s on your mind without fear, always proud to state your thoughts and feelings.
I wish I could be like you. I wish I could be brave and expressive like you. Maybe then I’d be able to tell you how much I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Your professor's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Miss Y/n, why are you crying?”
— — — — — — — — — —
You kept that letter in your messy folder, although you made sure to slip it into a safe pocket so that nothing would happen to it.
You had never been told anything like that, in your entire life. Ever.
Ok, maybe Seungmin said stuff like that from time to time. Goodness, did you miss him. His cute smile, his sweaters, his lanky form that was always comforting beside you. You missed him so much,
Maybe you should talk to him. No, he probably didn’t want to see you after your last conversation. Seungmin always texted you throughout the day, and for the last few weeks it had been total silence. You wanted to go and jump in his arms, tell him you were cold on this February day and force him to watch a movie with you under the blankets.
But you couldn’t.
Here you were, with a secret admirer that had just confessed his love for you and all you could do was think about Seungmin.
You’d sat down at the library to study for an exam. Coincidentally, the notes you were going to study with were made by Seungmin. He’d written a little message on the bottom to motivate you. 
Y/n! I know you’ll do great. You can do anything you set your mind to.
Just as you were looking for another set of notes, your secret admirer's letter fell out of its pocket. And you saw…
Your name on the letter…
Your name on the notes…
And again.
The letter…
The notes…
It couldn’t be.
— — — — — — — — — —
It was pouring rain when Seungmin heard someone knocking on his door. He didn’t expect to see you when he opened it. In fact, you were the last person he’d expect. While he would usually jump in joy at the sight of you, his heart crumbled in worry.
You were soaking wet. Your jeans and shirt sticking to your body, your hair hanging heavily. You’re eyes big and full of some negative emotion that broke his heart.
“You’re going to get sick!” He cries in worry as he pulls you inside by the wrist and sits you down at the kitchen table.
He ran off to get you a towel. One of his big sweatshirts too. Some socks for safe measure. When he goes back to you he sees you sitting there limply, staring at him, and he rushes to pat you dry. 
“Here, you can put this on.” He says handing you his towel. He would have meant for you to go into the bathroom to change, but you pull your shirt over your head so quickly he almost doesn’t manage to turn around. He can hear the wet clothing slap the floor behind him after you’ve kicked off your shoes.. Out of the corner of his eye he sees your jeans to one side, your tshirt to the other…
Then your bra. Gulp.
“You can turn around now” He hears you say. There you are, hair still wet, in his sweatshirt. He notices your bare feet and kneels down to put his socks on your feet. The gesture is so comforting that your heart swells and warms your entire body. He holds each leg carefully, one at a time, from the calf before slipping each sock on, and his warm breath tickles your knees. 
He comes back up and the two of you are face to face, and you slowly delve into his chest, and wrap your arms around him, feeling his body pressed against yours, his warmth.
“I missed you.” You say after some time. He was frozen before, but now he brings his arms up to hug you firmly, like he never wants to let go.
Because he never does.
“I missed you more.” He finally admits. He can see your wet clothes all over the floor and as much as a part of him feels like picking it all up and mopping, he pushes the feeling down. You’re in his arms. That’s what matters most.
“You know, I was angry at you.” You began to say. “I was angry that you were always reminding me that I had so much stuff to do, that my grades weren’t as good as they could be, that every time we went out you wouldn’t just let me enjoy your company.”
He was speechless.
“I was really angry because it felt like I couldn’t ever break through to you… and I just wanted to spend time with you. And then I was angry because you stopped all of a sudden. And then I was angry because I missed you, too, and that made me angrier than anything.” Your voice became whinier towards the end because you had begun to cry, sniffling into his front.
“And today I became so angry, because I got a letter from someone saying they loved me… and the only person I could think of when I read the word ‘love’ was you.” You finally look up at him.
“Y/n…”
“Was it you?” you ask. He can only nod.
You pull him down and kiss him. A soft and loving kiss. Seungmin understands what you’re saying with that kiss, you were always so good at expressing yourself. He doesn’t need you to say it out loud to understand that you were saying it back.
It’s his second kiss. His second kiss with a girl, his second kiss with you. One day he’ll confess that you were his first kiss too. He’ll have lots of time to bring it up, because his second kiss wasn’t his last kiss with you.
It wasn’t even close to being his last kiss with you. But every other kiss he had in his entire life, those were all with you.
His first and last.
173 notes · View notes
wickedw3asleys · 3 years
Text
MINEFIELDS - Pt.1
George Weasley x Reader
Tumblr media
WARNINGS: mentions of death, trauma, mental instability, depression, ptsd... emotional scenes, basically almost angst but not too much...
AN: hello everyone! so i finally got the time to finish writing the first part of my second serie! (i know i haven't finished my Just Like Heaven one but i have adhd bare with me) and i'm pretty excited about this one since it's not going to be a specific genre like fluff or smut, it'll just be a mini fic, so i hope you'll like it!!🥰
☆:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::☆
The Battle of Hogwarts and Fred's premature death was a huge heartbreak for everybody. The ones you once were close to in school were now almost strangers to you. It was sad, pretty sad actually, but none of you got out the same from Hogwarts, and for you, you were still living the trauma and pain of fighting for your life and seeing your friends die, even 4 years later; never being able to fully heal.
You thought that forcing yourself to move on the second you got out of Scotland would help you, but in vain. It was hard for you to completely move on, and the only one that kept you company was Dean, your old Gryffindor friend, who happen to be now your long term boyfriend. He was the only one that was still there after all; not even Harry, Ron, Ginny or Neville bothered in keeping in touch... The only one that sent you a letter from time to time was Hermione. You found yourself writing to her as a sort of therapy, even though you did it once every three or four months. But she was there, somehow...
You learned from her the first year that her and Ron got in a relationship, finally after all these years of being chasing each other; Harry and Ginny were still together; even Luna was now in a happy and healthy relationship, but she couldn't keep you updated about the others.
The part that broke your heart the most was when she first mentioned Molly and Arthur in her letters; after the loss of their son they weren't the same, of course they were still the Weasleys you all once knew, but they were "empty", as Hermione described. Molly, still to this day, would put an extra plate at the family table, expecting to see Fred join them for dinner; and Arthur would spend more and more time in his office, trying to get his mind distracted.
And then George... For the first year he refused to look at himself in the mirror. He wouldn't sleep or eat properly. The day Fred died, a part of him died too, not as twins, but as individual too, and everybody saw it.
When Hermione told you about the hell George had had to go through during these 4 years, you couldn't help but hate yourself deeply for not being next to him and helping him going through that.
"Sometimes I find myself talking to Ronald and Ginny about him, we are all very concerned about him and his health, still to this day... After all, he did not only lost his twin that day... He also lost you..."
Fred, George and you were always together in your school days, since your first day at Hogwarts, even though they were a year older than you. You were always there for them and they were always there for you, always you three, through heaven and hell. You couldn't agree more with Hermione's words, and you hated yourself for that. You had been selfish, not being able to stand by George's side and not giving him any sign of life. At the time, you thought that it would be better for both of you to just disappear, but after all these years, you were completely regretting that decision.
"Sweetheart... Hermione wrote...", Dean says, entering your bedroom, handing you a folder piece of paper, "Are you okay?"
You were once again lost in your thoughts, always the same ones, but Dean always knew how to help you come back to reality. You appreciated that of him, never showing and ounce of pressure or frustration towards you, and you loved him. But you weren't sure if that was truly love or if you were just thankful for him being there... And it was a thought that was slowly killing you inside.
"Huh?", you shook your head, chasing all these intrusive thoughts from it, "Yeah, I'm okay... Let's see what she has to tell me today..."
Dean warmly smiled at you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, "Okay, tell me if you need anything, alright?"
You nodded and opened the paper the moment he left the room.
"My dearest Y/N,
I hope you are doing well. Everything is great here, we are all doing good. Nothing much has changed, except for Harry and Ginny speaking of engagement... I was supposed to keep it secret because it is not entirely confirmed yet but I couldn't help myself from getting excited over it! A good new like this one is what we all need right now...
That is why I am writing to you, I was thinking about making a reunion... A family reunion... After all these years I think it is finally time to get together and talk around a good dinner... As we used to do... I think it would be great for everyone and Molly is already so excited to have you back home, she misses you so much, Y/N... We all mis you...
I hope I get your response soon...
Your dear friend,
Hermione."
You put the letter on your desk and sighed deeply. You knew one day you would have to go back to the Burrow and see everybody again, and you wanted too. You wanted to feel like home again, feel everybody's love and affection again. You truly had missed all that, but after second thoughts, you weren't sure it was a good idea...
Hermione said everybody was missing you, but was that true? Did they all want to see you? Or do they actually still hate you for leaving? You didn't want to face Ginny's, Harry's or Molly's gaze when you get there, you would be too ashamed of it...
"I think you should go...", Dean says after you explained the letter to him, "It's been 4 years, Y/N... You need to see them as much as they need to see you..."
"I know... But what if they hate me...", you say with a small voice.
"They don't hate you", your boyfriends take your hands in his, "I'm sure they've missed you. You practically lived there when we were in school... And you were always with Fred and George..."
The mention of Fred's name made your whole body shiver. It has been a long time since you've heard his name falling out of someone's mouth, and you could feel your heart drop at the sound of it.
"I miss them... So much...", you start tearing.
"I know, sweetheart, I know...", Dean pulls you in a tight hug, never letting you down and holding onto you for dear life.
"You really think I should go?", you ask a few minutes later.
"I do... I don't like the idea of leaving you alone but I think it would be better if you went by yourself... Next time I'll go with you"
"Are you sure?"
"Completely...", he smiled.
The days that followed Hermione's letter, you had sent your positive response to her and started packing your things for the few days you were going to spend at the Burrow. Hermione had told you that the only one aware of your visit was Molly of course, but it would be a total surprise for the rest, that information only making you more nervous.
The D-day came up more quick than you've had thought, but there you were, now standing in the middle of your living room, saying your goodbyes to Dean, surrounded by your bags.
"Good luck... Everything is going to be okay...", he says, leaving the last small peck on your lips.
You warmly smiled to him and in a second, you apparated on the field in front of the Burrow.
You could feel your eyes already water at the sight of it. It was like nothing had changed, and even after all the thing that house had been through, it looked the same as it did the first time you stayed there.
The smell of rain and wet grass filling your nostrils and the sound of the wind and early birds only made you more nostalgic. Damn you had missed this place. It was home, you were home.
After a moment trying to compose yourself, you took your bags and went straight to the building.
When you got to the front door, you realized that you didn't know what to do; should you knock? Should you just enter the house? Thinking that the second option would be the less appropriate, you decided to just knock, already nervous about who you'd get opening the door.
You waited a few seconds before hearing an echo of someone running though the house, followed by voices and sounds of plates.
"Harry, dear, can you please-
"Hello, Molly...", you smiled to the woman in front of you, "it's been a while..."
She was in complete shock. Her mouth completely open and strangely looking like she was about to pass out.
"Oh Merlin...", she breathes out, "Y/N... It's really you..."
You could see tears starting to form in her eyes, and you felt too weak to stop yours from falling. She opened her arms to you and you didn't hesitate to hug her, instantly starting to sob.
"Let me look at you... Oh my Lord...", she took your face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs on your cheeks, collecting your tears, "You're a grown woman now... I can't believe it... Arthur! Arthur, come here!"
She embraced you again in the warmest motherly hug you've ever received, which only made you sob more.
"What's wrong, mom?", Ron arrived at the door, followed by his sister, Hermione and Arthur, "Who's-
You slowly lift up you head from Molly's shoulder and faced everyone.
"Y/N... You came...", Hermione says, shocked.
"Of course I came..."
Everybody was speechless, not knowing if you were actually real or just a pure product of their imagination. Ginny instantly got towards you, embracing you as warmly as her mother.
"Merlin... How are you?", she asks.
"I'm fine... I'm sorry... I-
"You have nothing to be sorry for, darling...", Mr. Weasley was now the one to hug you.
When he let you go, you looked at the other three people; you couldn't really describe the looks on Harry and Ron's faces, they were visibly shocked, but you couldn't see if they were happy or mad to see you...
"Ronald...", you started to make your way towards him, but quickly, he took a few steps back, "I need to go...", he says, before leaving the room.
You knew it was a fair reaction, he had all the rights to hate you and be upset.
"I'm so sorry...", you sob, "I'm so so sorry..."
Harry put his hand on your shoulder and also embraced you in a warm hug.
You didn't expect the reunion to be this full of emotions, and it wasn't even breakfast's time yet...
Hermione and Ginny helped you with your bags, leading you to Charlie's empty room, the one you always used to stay in whenever you stayed with the Weasleys.
"It hasn't changed a bit...", you say, admiring the house as it was the first time you saw it.
The two girls entered the room and sat on the bed with you, only to stay there in silence hugging you for a moment. As you couldn't believe to actually be there, they couldn't believe it either.
You made a brief resume of what had happened in your life during these 4 years; why you had left, where you were living now, your life with Dean...
"Dean?", Ginny smiled, "Wow... I wasn't expecting that one..."
"Yeah... I hope it's okay though...", you say, embarrassed.
"Don't worry, it's completely fine... Besides...", she stops to lift her hand and wiggle her ring finger, now occupied with a big gemstone.
"Godric! You're joking!", you take her hand, "I mean... Hermione told me about something like this in the letter, but I didn't know it was confirmed!"
"Hermione!", Ginny scolds her.
"Sorry! You know I'm very bad at keeping secrets! I was so excited for you!"
The three of you kept laughing and talking about everything, making you forget about the moment you had been apprehending for the past few days: your first meeting with George.
"Breakfast's ready!", you hear Molly's voice echo through the house, making memories come back to you.
You slowly made your way down the stairs with the girls and when you got to the kitchen, you felt you whole body freeze.
You were feeling like you were about to pass out, but at the same time, you couldn't find yourself making any type of move, you weren't sure if you were still breathing. You felt the weight of the world on your shoulder when you saw the man you had shared so many moments with, and when he turned to face you, you saw his brother.
His body immediately copied yours, not being able to move or say anything, and for a good minute, George and you stood still, staring at each other; and as if you had read each other's mind at the same time, you ran towards each other and crashed in your arms, sobbing like babies. You felt his legs start to lose strength, and you not being able to help him stand, you both let your bodies fall to the ground, still hugging and holding on each other for dear life.
Neither of you had said anything yet, you were both too busy shaking and sobbing to say anything anyways.
The other people in the kitchen didn't say anything either, they just stood there, looking at George and you, knowing that it would be better to not interrupt you and just leave you let your emotions out.
George was obviously was more affected than you were, and you could feel his body tremble with every breath he tried to take.
"I m-missed you... so much...", he managed to say between sobs.
"I missed you too, Georgie...", you keep crying with him.
"W-why... did you... left me..."
"I know... I know... I shouldn't have... I'm so sorry...", you sobbed harder. How could you have done that to him? How could you have left him alone? After everything...
"I'm so sorry, Georgie... So sorry... I missed you so much..."
"Please, tell me you're staying...", he looked at you in the eyes. You could feel his sincerity emane from his body, and you knew he needed you. He needed you as much as you needed him.
"I am staying...", you managed to smile between your tears. George hugged you even tighter than before, crushing your body with his but you didn't care. You'd let him break your whole body if he needed to.
"Georgie... Honey...", you felt Molly's soft presence helping you get up and guiding the both of you to the table. When you sat down, you see that everybody was deeply affected by the scene that just happened; Molly still having tears running down her cheeks and Hermione and Ginny holding onto each other. Even Harry and Ron were on the verge of crying.
You sat down on your chair, George's eyes still on you and your hand in his.
"George, darling..."
You quickly turned your head to the voice behind you.
"Angie...", George got up, almost stumbling on his own feet.
"What is she doing here?", she asks, earning confused looks from everybody.
By the look she had on her face, you knew she wasn't happy to see you. She looked at you with disgust and anger, which was completely fair...
"How dare you?! You filthy little-
"Angie, it's okay... Please, calm down..."
"Calm down?! Look at you! Only her can make you feel that way again!"
"Angelina... I promise I came here to start things over... And do things correctly this time...", you say, tears forming again in your eyes.
"You have NO RIGHTS to be here! After all the damage you caused this family! NO RIGHTS!", she yelled, her eyes almost popping out of her head.
You looked at the people around the table, no one saying anything. Not even Molly was able to form coherent words, she was just there, heavily breathing.
"I'm going to go...", you slowly stand up from your seat, not wanting to make everyone more upset than they already were, "Angelina, I'm sorry..."
She glanced at you in anger, "you shouldn't be here", she spat.
"Y/N, don't leave, please...", George pleaded, eyes red and swollen.
"I'm just going out, I'll be okay, don't worry...", you caressed his arm trying to comfort him, and you could feel Angelina tensing her body at that action, eyes full of fire.
"I'm sorry...", you say before closing the door behind you.
97 notes · View notes