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bbytamaki · 1 year

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more random obey me headcanons >:)

content: sfw headcanons, scars mentioned (from piercings), belphie has depression, all family love <3, not proofread >:((

note: i haven’t done any dateable hcs yet :(( might do some soon

— lucifer can’t stand bananas. it’s just a thing. even the smell will have him pressing his handkerchief over his mouth like a sick victorian man. does satan use this to his advantage? possibly.

— has very feminine hands. he covers them with gloves so he doesn’t have to hear asmo’s jealous whining. if anyone brings it up he’s not above strangling them with his dainty, girlish fingers.

— flexible. like shockingly. it doesn’t really come to light that often but every once in a while lucifer follows single mom yoga videos on the weekends.

— mammon has the prettiest facial features ever. like his eyes and lips look so good in candid photos. his magazine covers are the bane of asmo’s existence.

— bird tendencies. like i mean squawking and jumping like 3 feet in the air when startled. in his demon form he’s just a big parrot. he does the head tilt thing when he’s confused.

— if anyone stands in front of him for longer than a minute he’s picking lint out of their hair and fixing their clothes. his brothers have gotten more than used to his “preening” and either avoid standing around him for too long or just take it. lucifer does this too and sometimes they’ll just stand and fix each other’s clothes for like 5 minutes straight while everyone else is like “???”

— levi is tall. very tall. he’s just so scrawny and lanky and his posture is awful so you wouldn’t even notice until he actually straightens up to his full height. this rarely ever happens unless he’s in his demon form. when it does he is scary.

— cosplays online. his cosplay friends are some of his favorite people. he already sews his own costumes (as we’ve seen), and he’s really good at makeup. one of his future plans is to meet up in the human world to go to a con with his friends.

— screams like a little girl. one time mammon accidentally walked into the bathroom when levi was showering and he shrieked. lucifer ran to see what the commotion was because “how did a human child find their way into the devildom??” levi has never felt more embarrassed.

— satan watches trashy reality tv in his private time. bad girls club, keeping up with the kardashians, you name it.

— can sing the whole periodic table song by tom lehrer forward and backward. i think satan is actual really good at science and it would be his best and favorite subject.

— he just likes animals in general. he has a thing for bunnies after visiting a human world petting zoo.

— asmo has an abnormally long tongue, like surpassing attractive and approaching freakish. he usually keeps it in his mouth but once every so often decides to creep solomon out just for fun.

— has soooo many stripper friends. if you’re wondering how his hair and makeup stay in place the whole day, he learned from the best.

— he definitely designed an entire line of lingerie but only made one of each design. they’re ultra rare collectibles in the devildom and worth more than you could imagine.

— beel can french braid and make friendship bracelets like he’s going to a girl scout camp. nobody can tell me he didn’t hand make the necklaces he wears.

— speaking of martha stewart beel, he can crochet and makes blankets and cute plushies for belphie all the time.

— luke is actually his little brother and no one can convince him otherwise lol they go back and forth over nothing all the time and stop talking to each other until one of them says “what do you want for dinner”

— belphie is the king of doing his own piercings at home because why pay $50 for something he already knows how to do? he ends up taking some of them out before they heal because he gets tired of them and ends up with a bunch of scars on his face and body.

— you and beel are his dream journal. he texts the attic club gc after every nap to tell you guys what his latest dream was about. (you’re the two people that show up in his dreams the most.)

— goes absolutely dormant during depressive episodes. the complete opposite of his twin brother (beel has to keep busy at all times to stay distracted). asmo carries him to his private bathroom and lets belphie pick his favorite soaps and lotions (he likes the ones that smell like sandalwood, they remind him of taking naps in his brothers’ rooms).

#obey me #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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darby-rowe · 3 months

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cw plus sized!gn!reader, coriolanus being called scrawny and malnourished

the snows’ penthouse was prone to losing power during the most vicious of winters, effectively cutting off their heat. they had to get creative in order to stay warm and survive the freezing weather.

tigris took it upon herself to stock up on blankets, scarves, and sweaters right before the temperatures drop. spending all day and night knitting, sewing, and crocheting for her family. coriolanus seemed to be the one to suffer the most; his malnourished body providing him no protection from the raging winter outside his window.

thankfully, he had you.

in the sense that spending the night over at the snows’ penthouse were spent by having coriolanus koala-hugging you in bed, savoring the extra body heat you inhabited. you’d gladly let coriolanus warm his hands up between your thick thighs or underneath your armpits, giving the scrawny boy a brief respite from the freezing temperatures.

and on those especially bad nights, where coriolanus just couldn’t seem to stop shivering, you’d have tigris pile on a few more blankets onto his body. and you’d make sure his body was as close to yours as possible.

stroking his hair, kissing his head, providing him comfort with your warmth.

#♡; dally writes!#gn!reader #gender neutral reader #plus sized!reader #plus sized reader #this ficlet was brought to you by my pcos #giving me hot flashes at the age of TWENTY FUCKIN TWO #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #thg tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas

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irlcats-bracket · 11 months

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BRACKET 2 FINALS 2: THE THIRD PLACE BATTLE

CASPER versus MR CRINKLES

CASPER

The definition of "The lights are on but nobody's home" this is in fact an extremely pretty boy and likely a subcategory of himbo. He is so friendly and yet so intimidating to strangers. A big ol baby. Bastard son of a Maine Coon, a Siamese, and a Mountain Lion. Thinks of nothing but snacks and snuggles.

PROPAGANDA

Behold! My son! Much like his father, a grumpy old man since birth despite not looking a day over 10 (What do u mean he's almost 12?!)

Big old baby who much enjoys snuggles, snacks, and escaping out onto the front patio to sit frozen on the steps until someone realizes he escaped and saves him from the big scary outside

He has also learned v well that if he tucks himself under an arm he gets to watch his dad knit/crochet

. . . . ngl I didn't expect to get this far so

more photos for the wonderful folks who voted for my dear boy

he's had a tendency to make that particular face since dental work means he had to get his top fangs removed and I find it hysterical

One last bit of propaganda just to sweeten the pot

MR CRINKLES

He is very large by genetics but also hes fat. Hes got black fur but in certain lights its brown. Hes got yellow eyes that are very large (like him). He loves cuddling and bullying submitter's other cat (sometimes and she bullies him back so its even) Hes scared of people who he doesn't know well and somehow fits himself into the tiniest of spaces. He just goes limp when submitter picks him up. He likes to play but he does it with as little effort as possible. He likes to sit by the window and make noises at the birds.

PROPAGANDA

We got him from an animal shelter, and he used to be a scrawny little thing. He loved food and would go as far as to Dive Under the legs of our other cat to get to the bowl. He used to chase birds into the house when he was younger, but as he's gotten older, he makes fewer attempts at hunting. Now he just lays around and watches the birds from the window. Hes very cuddly. He'll storm into my room (often in the middle of the night) demanding to be cuddled and pet. Hes a big cat and very fluffy. He goes limp if you pick him up and often "melts" off of furniture :3

Hiii more pawpaganda for my boy Mr. Crinkles

Today we will be highlighting his silly little relationship with his "sister" Frankie :3

We got Frankie after we got Crinkles. She was old and would hiss at him whenever he passed her, for apparently no reason. Later though, we found that he would hide behind things, and Jump Out At Her just to scare her. They fought a lot at the beginning but now they're on more stable grounds. Sometimes youll catch them sleeping on the couch together (though i dont think they want us to know they like each other)

Theyll still chase eachother around the house and frankie still hisses at his for no reason sometimes. But I think its more of a sibling thing then a real dislike :3

- Crinkles has many nicknames !! Such as, chub chub, crinky butt, stinker, meow meow, crinkle maninkle (we love making up words), handsome and so many more its stupid

-If you meow at him, he will meow back! If you meow at him enough, he will run up to you and body slam your legs

-He doesnt mind getting his nails trimmed. He will lay on his back with his head dangling over your legs and you can cut away

-He can be a bit of a stinker sometimes, sometimes biting us for no reason (softly but still, ouch!) But, if you tell him not to, or my personal favorite, "thats not nice. we dont do that", he will simply glare at you and sulk away

-If our dog walks up to him, he will groom her. Its very cute

-We have bird feeders in our windows, when he sees the birds, hell sit by the window and make little clicking noises

-Hes also just very cute and a little dumb and so you should vote for him :3

Lots more photos of him:

#polls #cat #cats #catfight two #catfight two finals!!

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black-occamy · 7 months

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Remadora Microfics - Day 1: Haunted

Written for @remadoramicrofics October prompts, 916 words I almost failed in writing it on time...

Written as part of my Occamy-verse AU, so: everybody lives, everybody lives HAPPILY, there will be insane amount of fluff and cuteness, there will be mentions of polyamory.

The carousel began to rotate, children’s shouts overlapping with the merry music. Remus stood on the side with a bunch of other parents, watching the oversize teacups begin to swirl. He searched for Teddy’s blue hair with his eyes, noticing the boy was happily shouting something to the other kids in his cup. It wasn’t like he would be leaving them alone, he reminded himself.

“C’mon, Rem,” Dora tugged on his arm, much like a giddy kid herself. “They’re not gonna disappear if you stop watching for a bloody second.”

If anyone had bothered to ask him before, Remus would have a number of arguments as to why having a date night at the Muggle amusement park would not be his personal choice. Unlucky for him, neither Dora, nor Sirius bothered, instead arranging to take him and all the kids from Grimmauld Place to spend an evening out as a surprise. He didn’t even have his regular supportive voice of Gemma, who was out on the Auror business this week. Faced with a bunch of pre-purchased tickets, and the pleading eyes of Teddy and Lenore, he could hardly refuse.

Keep reading under the cut or on AO3 ❤

Remus spotted his daughter in another carousel vessel. She was completely focused on drawing more tattoos on Sirius, who was seemingly dozing off, one of his arms casually thrown over the edge of his seat. On the previous ride, it was Scorpius who had won the opportunity to ride with “Uncle Pads” and diligently drew even more rune-like symbols on Sirius’ palms than there was already. The boy apparently didn’t notice that as soon as the ride ended, all the drawings mysteriously disappeared.

“Rem, for Merlin’s sake,” Dora finally managed to pull him away, leading him through the crowd of people towards some other carnival attraction. “Sirius offered to look after those little monsters, stop worrying.”

“You know how I don’t like you two ganging up on me,” he complained half-heartedly, following her. His wife cast him a smug look over her shoulder and grinned.

“Cheer up, love. You’ve been spending too much time working lately, you deserve a break.”

Remus sighed. She wasn’t wrong there. Between preparing for classes and finishing his second book, he hardly had enough time to spend with the family and often he would just excuse himself and fall asleep before Dora was even done putting the kids to their beds.

“I know, I’m sorry for…”

“We’re here!” She interrupted him gleefully. “What do you think?”

He raised his eyebrows quizzically. They stood in front of a dilapidated construction that tried to pretend that it was a mansion of some sorts. Tattered curtains swayed on non-existent wind from broken windows. Front door, with remnants of torn-off wooden boards, was wide open, leading off to a dimly lit corridor. An older lady in black laced gown was sitting on a small chair next to it.

“Welcome to the Haunted House,” she sighed as they approached, shooting them a bored look from above the crossword puzzle. “Two tickets for you, lovelies?”

“Yes, please, ma’am!” Dora beamed, scooping the tickets from the crooked fingers. Remus fought the urge to roll his eyes.

The inside was no less cardboard-looking as the front, with flickering electric light pretending to be candle flame and artificial cobwebs covering almost every surface in amounts and patterns that somehow made him think of a really crochet-oriented spider. Dora snickered to herself, passing from room to room, while several jump-scare mannequins kept popping from left or right. There was an old bed linen with holes for the eyes, a skeleton with a few missing ribs, something that was barely resembling an old-school Dracula and a scrawny-looking furry creature that made Remus snort in amusement. He watched Dora as she wrapped her arm around the vampire-like mannequin and turned her face pale white to match it.

“Behold, overvorked mortal,” she called in an accent that didn’t resemble anything in particular, but somehow did indeed sound like a vampire should. “Vor I am Baroness ov dis mansion and I ‘ave cometh vor your blood!”

“Oh, woe on me,” Remus gasped, hiding a smile. “I’m all out of blood at the moment. Will cotton candy outside be enough, your baronessness?”

“Vot is dat cotton-candy ye speaketh ov, mortal?” Dora abandoned the mannequin and ran in his direction, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She flashed him a smile, showing off she transformed her teeth into pointy fangs. For some reason it looked really good on her.

“Someone will see, Dora,” Remus protested weakly, not sure if he was thinking about her morphing ability or the sudden display of affection. She scoffed and rose to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He didn’t oppose that.

“You’re no fun sometimes, Remus,” she murmured, rubbing her nose against his. “Who cares if someone sees us? We’re bloody grownups, with kids, for Merlin’s sake!”

“Well, we’re also in public…”

“We’re in a public haunted mansion, big deal,” she gave him another kiss. “I have an idea. Let’s hide in that coffin, make out, and then scare the shit of some non-magicals, yeah?”

“Hmmm, yes to the first and to the second, but hell no to the third.”

“No fun, this one,” Dora sighed, pulling his arm. “C’mon then. We have about twenty minutes before Sirius gets nauseated from all the cup spinning and loses one of the kids. I hope it’s Teddy.”

“Mother of the year, my wife, everyone.”

“Shut up and kiss me, werewolf boy.”

#remadora #remus x tonks #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #sirius black #my wizarding boyfriends #ao3 hp fanfic #ao3 fanfiction #occamy verse #remadora microfics october #Remadora microfics #pack dynamics #pack polycule #occamy-verse #Gemma Appleby #the black occamy #occamy writes

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birdy-the-tweet · 6 months

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Amusing Darkness

A Nexo Knights Rewrite deleted scene

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“Ah… The power’s out.” The old man chuckled to himself at the humor obscured in the lack of artificial light. While the dozens of townsfolk screamed and raced for the nearest exits after the king’s unpleasant declaration of darkness, he and his accomplice stood idle in the crowd and budged little when mortal bodies shoved against their sides. Both wore matching cloaks to conceal their faces, find fabric dyed a rich emerald green and embroidered in sigils and runes of golden thread. He, a seven food colossus of a disguised human, made little effort to hide his hearty weight and rounded stomach. It made him look plentiful, he reckoned. Wealthy in necessities and grateful for his fortune as a king.

His partner, standing only a foot and a half lower than him, was more scrawny compared to his eye-catching stature and barely indulged in the fineries of their lives. Bitter green eyes surveyed the chaos around them, and her mouth contorted in a dissatisfying grimace. “Foolish. It’s like they don’t want to save themselves even if it’s a petty thing to fear.”

“‘Tis a fear of many mortal kind, my dewdrop,” the king hummed back as if the idea amused him. “When man grows comfortable in safety and solitude, the sheer thought of the dark can deter many’s hearts. But still, I get your point. The locals are practically tripping over themselves trying to leave. It’s quite a sunny day, and light is light even if its path is blinding.”

“I swear on Puck’s two left feet, if I have to endure one more body colliding into mine-“ A mother shoved her way past the lady with two children in her arms. Her frantic apologies were met on deaf ears as the princess silently felt her patience thin into fragile glass.

A hand on her shoulder kept her from unleashing karma onto the woman. “Temperance, Nimue. They do not know better than primal instinct. Let them calm their simple minds.”

The sigh she vented through clenched jaws could poison a dragon with the sharp chill of her temper. Delicate hands concealed by leather gloves adjusted the latch of her cloak and pulled her hood further over her skull. “Yes Father, as you wish...”

“Good. Now, shall we follow the crowd outside? See what they’re up to now?”

“…I suppose.“

The two turned away from the balcony of the Joustdome, away from the gathering of robotic slaves and clumsy knights struggling to adjust to the building’s darkness, away from the evil that would awaken in less than an hour. That wasn’t their problem. They came to watch the people, no more than that. A long week of exploring the wild lands of Knighton was more than enough reason to take a break from the adrenaline of a monster hunt and observe the local ant hill of mankind. His Majesty had the luxury of a child’s invitation into this precarious land and thought it best to entertain his daughter with the people’s infantile routines and materialistic desires. While he wasn’t surprised she found little enjoyment in their paranoid behavior, it drew a smile to his face to know she at least paid attention.

“If I may ask,” the Lady of the Lake uttered to his side. “Is this what you’ve intended to do with that squire you cursed?”

The king’s eyes furrowed like a thread tightening into the braids of a crochet pattern. “Hm? Elaborate.”

“To instill fear. To toy with the man’s simple mind. Is that what you seek to do with the squire?”

“Oh! Yes. Sort of, among other more important things. Fear is not something I wish to purposefully inflict on others, especially the mortals who can’t keep their bladders in because of a good jumpscare. But it is something necessary. It’s a driving force, the emotion of fear is. It can either make or break a mortal.

“And that’s what I intend,” he mused. Whether the purr of his throat was for melancholy or malice, only time would tell. As far as his daughter knew, it could’ve easily been both. “To see if this squire will push through and stay true to his word or crumble under the horror of it all. Simple really.”

#nexo knights #lego nexo knights #nexo knights oc #storytime

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tinywitchgoblin · 29 days

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If you’re still looking for ship requests I’m a 23 year old bisexual guy. I’m pretty reserved and cautious, though once you get to know me I never shut up. To my detriment, I tend to trust easily and am loyal to a fault. I’m currently getting a degree in history and I have a secondary interest in archaeology. I hope to someday work in academia. My hobbies include writing, reading (particularly classical and wartime literature), listening to heavy metal, and wasting my life surfing the internet. I also do a bit of knitting and crochet in my spare time, but I’m not especially good at it. I enjoy relatively high adrenaline activities like high ropes courses, rollercoasters, rock climbing, and the like, though I’m not particularly athletic. I don’t get scared easily.

Physically, I’m short as hell and kind of scrawny with curly brown hair and circular glasses. My personal style alternates between 1920’s professor and skate rat depending on how much effort I feel like putting in that day. I’m interested to see who you pair me up with.

Thanks for participating!

I ship you with...

Tech!

You met Tech while doing some research at the local library, and he'd popped in while taking a much-needed break from his brothers. Asking about what you were reading at the moment, he listened intently as you described its contents, asking questions and interjecting as he saw fit.

From that point on, the two of you kept in contact and met up when Tech was between missions. He admires your drive to learn, something he sees as essential when looking for a partner. Once you got to know each other better, you started partaking in other activities as well. You had offhandedly mentioned something about enjoying rock climbing, so he took it upon himself to find somewhere for your to do just that (plus, it was good training for him; win-win!).

When he and you wanted to spend time together but didn't necessarily have the energy to have a full-blown intellectual conversation, the two of you would typically engage in parallel play*. This usually ends up with you writing or knitting/crocheting while listening to music, and him tinkering away on one of his many projects. Just being near each other was what mattered.

*parallel play is where people will be in the same vicinity/room/etc but each do their own thing

Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this, send it to my ask box, and don't forget to reblog to support 💚

#the bad batch #the bad bois #tech bad batch #tech x reader #tech #technology #tbb tech #star wars x reader #technically

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kindnessoutofspite · 2 months

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Hellooo :D (intro!)

Welcome to my blog!!! This blog was mostly created because I'm filled with rage, spite and frustration because of the ammount of hate and hurt in the world around me.

I am young and angry and I will not just sit around as the world I live in and the people in it are suffering.

About me:

I'm Toby, but I also go by Fenrir, Hibiscus and other names! Pronouns are it/its and some days he/him and certain neopronouns! I'm disabled, autistic and trans. I'm from the Czech Republic (CETime zone) I struggle with making connections but I love talking to people, so if you ever want to chat or send in an Ask go for it!!! I absolutely adore The Magnus Archives, The Mechanisms, Hermitcraft/Life Series, Díra (czech podcast) I draw and cosplay, crochet, embroider and practice witchcraft :)

About the Blog:

Spite and anger turned into kindness and care. Being kind costs nothing, so why not try. Basically, the point is - be kind, even when others are not.

I'm going to be kind to at least one person each day. Doesn't matter if it's by giving a compliment to someone, helping someone, giving a gift for no reason or even taking a selfcare day. Everything counts. And I want to take you on the journy with me.

Why?

Because there's enough hate in the world as it is and everyone deserves to feel loved and cared for. Even if it's just because of a scrawny teen. I've struggled with mental health and health issues in general for as long as I remember. It's been bad and so I thought, why not be kind to others when it's dificult to be kind to myself.

I hope to make at least some people's day a bit better.

I want to try posting once a day, or at least once a week if possible.

You can join in and share your own acts of kindness out of spite

My tags: #kindnessoutofspitepost -> general post tag #actofspitefulkindness -> (daily/weekly) act of kindness tag #spitefullykindrants -> tag for ranting about whatever really #spitefulselfcare -> selfcare tag #reminderofspitefulcare -> reminders of selfcare and worth tag #spitefulkindnessdraws -> drawing/art tag

#kindnessoutofspitepost #actofspitefulkindness #spitefullykindrants #spitefulselfcare #reminderofspitefulcare #spitefulkindnessdraws #kindness #act of kindness #self care

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proteadiversity · 1 year

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Why Diversity?

A thin waist that never bloats, scrawny legs that never touch each other — This is the body type that most girls in Korea, including me, strive to be.

One day, I picked up my phone and was caught off guard by my friend’s raspy voice paused by a few gasps in between. She was crying. She was crying because her self-esteem and confidence were getting destroyed by today’s beauty standards that nagged at her, forcing her to be the one that society wanted her to be. And the only solace we could share was the fact that I felt the same. All the girls in Korea cannot help but feel this weight on their shoulders to keep themselves slim. Ignoring and refusing to fit into the beauty standards is considered being “lazy” and “conceited”. Lack of awareness of diversity led us to build toxic beauty standards and treat ourselves in a way that none of us deserves.

And I think that's when it hit me - I should be the one to raise awareness. I should help all Korean teenagers to experience the same emotion that I felt when I first explored the field of body positivity and diversity. I should let them know that we are all different as humans and that it's natural. The difference is what makes us beautiful and there is no “ugliness” in any type of appearance that exists in humanity. I decided to be the one to raise my voice and spread this message to people in Korea. Now that I'm starting to understand and see the beauty in diversity, I should uncover the blindfolds on people's eyes and let them see it too. Beauty is truly recognized only when we share it.

From today, I will be writing some messages that can hopefully touch people's hearts and crochet gadgets in hopes of contributing to raising diversity in this society. Everything that I earn from those gadgets will be donated to diversity-related charities.

I'm just a quiet, powerless Korean high schooler. But I'll take advantage of my ability to write, crochet, and understand the beauty of diversity to powerfully spread this message that "All humans are different and we are all fabulous human beings no matter the difference".

#diversity #body positive #bodypositivity #south korea #teenagers #loveyourself #body neutrality #acceptance #korea #korean

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hdmiwire · 1 year

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making “i” statements

wc: 3296, lightly proofread, the finished draft of that thing i posted earlier

I sit in the car, listening to the patter of rain on the roof, trying to decide if I actually want to go in or not. Sure, this Lincoln Log cabin on a hill is my house, but these days it's hard to consider it home. A more hopeful person might say "Oh Maddy, home is where the heart is," but I don't think my heart has been here, not since I was very young. If I go in that house, my Mother will be there, there's no doubt about that, seeing that her beat-up Dodge Minivan is sitting in front of me right now.

The house itself is no problem, every inch of it is covered in yellow - my grandmother's signature color. The house is hers, no doubt, built decades before my mother was even born by my great-grandparents, along with the family's diner Magnolia's. Both places have always been home for me, even more so when my mother isn't around.

Leaning on the green plush-covered steering wheel, I exhale a breath that I've been holding for the last twenty years. I close my eyes, running over my options: option one, go inside; option two, go back to Magnolia's; option three -

A series of knocks on my window startles me out of my thoughts. My hand flies to my chest in hopes of keeping my heart behind my ribs while I roll down my window to the signature sound of my grandmother's laugh - a honeysuckle-sweet melody.

"So jumpy, Madds! Get'cha scrawny self in this house and help me with supper ."

Her giggles slowly fade as she pulls my door open, making my choice for me. With a groan, I grab my bag out of the passenger seat and finally force my feet onto the ground, her umbrella keeping the warm brown leather of my boots safe from the cold winter droplets. We walk arm-in-arm up the gravel drive, not in any rush to remove ourselves from the familiar woodsy surroundings.

Inside, I sit down on the plush, yellow ottoman to unlace my boots, briefly absorbing the warmth from the crackling cherrywood in the fireplace. The couch holds evidence that Mags was lounging in here for some time before I got home, her blanket tossed to the side and crochet hook long forgotten, yellow yarn still wrapped around it. The sight brings a small smile to my face, but Mags doesn't let me lounge for long, calling me to the kitchen.

"Terrance brought by some fresh chicken, so we outta take some supper by his wife in the morning. I heard that the little ones sick again, she could use it."

"Mhm. I'll take it on my way out."

And that's it. The two of us fall back into our usual routine, working in a dance-like rhythm around the small kitchen, with a backing track of boiling water and knives on wood. It's always nice like this, before Mom interrupts the peace. It's a wonder she hasn't come downstairs yet, but based on the silence in the house, I can almost guarantee that Mags told her what-for before I got home. Good, the bitch needs to be humbled sometimes.

I'm chuckling to myself at the thought of my grown-ass mother upstairs sulking in her bedroom when my phone chimes - an email. I set down the knife I was using to chop potatoes and rinse my hands before picking it up, knowing it's probably just another rejection letter from an influencer's management team. I look down at the screen and - oh shit!

"Oh shit! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!"

My eyes go wide and I can feel my heart beating in my throat. Everything around me seems to be moving in slow motion as I read the subject line over and over a million times: "Welcome to F.I.T., Madison!"

Mags jumps, hand flying to her chest, "Maddy! What is it, what's all that hollering for?"

I can't even form words, my hands flap around wildly while I try to show her the email, shoving my phone in her face instead. She takes the phone from my hand and pulls her wire-frame glasses down to her eyes. A beat passes of me pinching my own cheeks while she reads, really hoping this isn't one of those times where I'm dreaming again.

As she processes what the email says, a grin spreads across her face and she screams, "My god girl! Would you look at you!"

She tosses my phone on the counter and I jump at her, wrapping my arms around her neck and letting tears of relief and joy fall. After all these years of dreaming and scrimping and saving and portfolio building and it's finally real. It's finally happening, all I have to do is get there, which is the easy part.

A feigned cough disrupts my joy - Marie. Good, just what I need. Mags and I separate ourselves, her humming while she returns to the soup and me rubbing tears from my eyes with the heels of my hands. Mom is holding my phone, a scowl on her face while she reads the notice of my freedom from her.

"You're not going. End of story," is all she has to say before dropping my phone back on the counter. She's never wanted me to get out of Blairsville, even when I was a kid, and wanted to go with my dad when they separated, but she couldn't have that, couldn't let him "win" me. Usually, I wouldn't let this bother me - I'd ignore her and go up to my room like I have for the last ten years - but this time is the last - and I do mean last - time I'm going to let her treat me like this. I sniff and cross my arms, fists clenched under my armpits; I may not want her to think she's going to win this one, but I have to keep a level head. My blood is boiling, and I can feel the heat rising up my neck as I run through a million options of what I could - no - what I should say.

She's standing across the small island from me, staring me down. Her eyes shift to just above my right eye, just for a split second, to the patch of white hair that, no doubt, reminds her of my father, and makes her blood boil as much as mine is now. I almost pity the bitch - keyword almost - with one signature she lost her best friend and husband, and she was stuck with a living, breathing reminder of the person she hated most in this world: me.

Suddenly, I'm struck by all twenty years of pent-up emotions toward her, and can only think of one thing to say:

"Fuck you, Marie. Just fuck you."

I snatch my phone up and make a beeline for the stairs, rapidly dialing my dad's number and hoping to get to my room before more, less happy, tears spill from my eyes. I lock my door while the phone rings, trying to steady my breath so I can talk to him calmly.

The phone stops ringing, and at first, it's just the sounds of a New York subway, and momentarily I wonder if I'm interrupting his evening.

"My girl, my girl, my favorite girl! Something must be wrong, you never call your father."

Through his southern twang, I can practically hear the raise of his white eyebrow, and can't help but giggle at his apt observation of me - I really do hate phone calls. Phone calls with my dad, however, have always been my favorite.

"You know I always call you old man, besides, your wife is being a bitch again."

The last part comes out in a huff as I flop backward onto my bed, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars I stuck on the ceiling forever ago. On the phone, he clicks his tongue at me in disapproval, and I can just imagine him shaking his head, thick black locs swaying with the movement.

"Madison you ought watch what you say, she's your mother. And that can't be the only reason you called, so spill."

Unfortunately, he's right - I may not like her but she is my mother and I do love her. It's very complicated but I suppose now really isn't the time to dwell on that, because I do have more pressing news. Sitting up, I scoot back to lean on the headboard, grabbing the stuffed snow leopard I've had since I was a baby for emotional support.

"So… your spare bedroom empty still?" The silence that follows my question makes me dizzy, and my thumb finds its way between my teeth as I nervously wait for what he has to say. His howling laughter makes me jump, yanking the phone away from my ear before putting him on speaker.

"So you did it," he starts, words coming out between gasps for air, "my girl got into her dream school eh? I always knew you could, never doubted for a second!"

My cheeks flush again at his words, and suddenly my room is very hot. I stand up to pull the string on my ceiling fan, while dad spews more praise on the phone. I dig through the mountain of shit on my desk for something to pull my braids up off my neck, finally landing on a large green claw clip that Mags gave me for my birthday over the summer.

I shed my sweatshirt before twisting the light brown ends up to the back of my head, clipping them there, and turning back to my phone where dad is finishing up his rambling.

"Are you quite finished Malik, you know I hate listening to people talk about me."

He chuckles again, "Aht aht, mind how you speak to me, little girl. I- oh damn. One second I can't find my keys."

I flop back down on the bed, shaking my head. The man would lose his if it wasn't attached, although I'm sure he could find a way to lose it now anyways. Once he finally locates his keys, our conversation continues for a few hours, the same nonsense we talk about every week with a new topic of conversation: how fast I can get to New York.

I drift off to sleep once dad hangs up after saying something about "wining and dining" a new client, hoping to find myself in his apartment once I wake up.

The sound of arguing across the hall wakes me from my nap - Mom and Dad are arguing again. They think I don't know that they're getting a divorce, but I could tell. I could tell a long time ago, even before they could, because Dad doesn't look at Mom like she looks at him. I don't know if that's bad or good, but their arguing annoys me. I just want them to get it over with so I can go stay with Dad. I hope he goes to New York. I love New York.

I sit up and climb out of the bed, checking my neon green alarm clock for the time - 6:32 pm. It's probably a good thing I'm awake then. I open my bedroom door quietly, hoping that they won't notice that I can hear them, and tiptoe my way downstairs to see if grandma is in the living room.

"Memaw? Are you down here?" My words are a whisper, as if it was the dead of night and not just suppertime.

"Yes girl, bring yourself in here," she calls out to me from the kitchen. Rounding the corner from the bottom of the stairs, I take in the scene in front of me: my grandmother, Magnolia, dances her way across the wooden floors of the kitchen, her coily, almost-gray hair pulled back out of her face with a yellow bandana, and wire-framed glasses perched on her nose. She moves to invisible music, dancing between her standing mixer and the refrigerator. She's making my birthday cake, and I think she looks so beautiful like this. I skip my way over to sit at the island where she works, propping my head up on my hands while she cracks an egg into the mixer's silver bowl.

"Mom and Dad are arguing again. I wish they would just get over it already, it's my birthday."

Magnolia hums, powering on the mixer.

"Maddy, you know they both love you, they've just got some… things to work out. It'll get better, just hold on, okay?" She reaches over and squeezes my hand before running a finger over the white hair on my eyebrow, a soft smile on her face as she thinks of her son upstairs.

"Memaw that tickles," I can't suppress my giggle and I lean back, trying to dodge her touch. "And I know that they love me, it's just… I just wish they would divorce already. I'm tired of the stupid stuff."

My hair falls down into my face as I huff and cross my arms, trying and failing to blow it back into place. Memaw sighs, turning her attention back to the cake batter. She lifts the mixer out of the bowl and hands me one of the beaters with a wink before pouring the mix into her two round tins.

"I know girl, it's hard." She places the two tins into the oven and then bumps it closed with her knee. She puts the bowl into the sink and grabs the other beater, sitting down beside me at the island.

She pushes my hair back for me while I lick the chocolate off the beater, humming to herself again.

"We gotta do something with that mop before your party tomorrow, my star. Any thoughts?"

I shrug, too focused on the task in front of me to care much about tomorrow. Tomorrow is my tenth birthday, and usually, I wouldn't agree to this party nonsense but Memaw talked me into it. Eventually, the two of us fall into a comfortable silence, Memaw rinsing the dishes and me thinking about what to wear tomorrow.

"Mama! Can we talk to you? Outside?"

My dad calling from the living room startles me, and I turn to see both my parents standing in the living room. Mom looks angry, her gaze falling directly on the white birthmark that Dad and I share. Dad just looks… he looks sad. Hes looked sad for a long time I think, but this is different. He looks defeated.

Memaw nods and wipes her hands on her apron before taking it off and hanging it by the back door.

"Maddy girl keep an eye on the timer and turn the oven off when it dings, mkay?"

I nod, grabbing the ticking timer from beside the stove being careful to not bump the knob as I watch the three of them file out the back door and close it, leaving me in the kitchen by myself. I make my way to the living room, sitting in the big leather armchair that once belonged to my Grandpa, who I never met. I put the timer on the coffee table, watching the little knob slowly tick closer to zero. Faintly, I can hear Mom saying something about "paperwork" and "how would you not tell me."

As the ticking of the timer slowly lulls me into a light sleep, I secretly hope that whatever Dad didn't tell her is the final straw.

I jolt out of my sleep at a knock on my bedroom door. Groaning, I roll myself off the bed and onto my feet, reaching behind my head for the clip that is now slipping from my brief nap. I shake my braids down from their twisted position and open the door, only to be face-to-face with Marie again.

"Oh. I- hi, Mom."

"Mhm. So it's Mom now? Not Marie?"

"Mom I-"

"Save it," she cuts me off and I just know that I'm in for it. "I'm sorry. I just- I- I can't keep being mad at you for something that you can't control."

I can't say anything so I just stand there, blinking at the alien creature in front of me. It's not like her to apologize, especially to me. She sighs, pulling her deep blue cardigan closed over her chest.

"Maddy can we just… can we just talk? Not mother to daughter, but just talk? Please."

Still reeling from her seemingly genuine apology, I nod and step to the side for her to come in. I push the door to before sitting down on the edge of my bed, gesturing for her to sit at my desk chair. She spins it around so we can face each other, and I wait for her to speak first.

She clears her throat, "Listen, Maddy, I know I haven't been the best mother to you-" I scoff. She cuts her eyes at me and I mutter out a sorry.

"Anyways, I know I haven't been the best to you, and I know that there's nothing I could ever, ever say or do to make you forgive me, but I feel so much… so much shame. I should never have taken my problems with your father out on you. You didn't deserve that."

She reaches out to touch my knee and I stand up, going to walk next to the door while I think of what to say. I pace back and forth for a moment before I turn to look at her again. She sits with her hands in her lap, staring at the stuffed leopard on my bed. I still don't say anything, I just look at her and think. Her brown hair is straightened and pulled back, just like every other Sunday, and she looks like she hasn't slept in days. Her skin, usually a warm brown that feels full of life almost looks gray. Her eyes are tired, the bags making them look smaller and darker than I remembered. I wonder what she's thinking about, what made her come to me wanting to talk after all these years.

As I'm thinking of what to say, she suddenly inhales a deep breath and sits up straight, pulling her cardigan close again. She stands to leave, probably thinking that this was a mistake.

"Wait, Mom-"

"No, Maddy, it's okay. I shouldn't have expected you to want to talk right now. Tomorrow?"

"I- yeah. Tomorrow." I feel defeated. I watch as she opens the door and walks down the hall to her room, and something in me breaks. I close my door and lock it back as the tears flow again, sliding down to the floor and bumping my elbow on the doorknob. Ignore the pain as I think back on the last ten years, and all the ways I should've seen that she was hurting too. I know that doesn't excuse the way she treated me, but at the very least it explains it.

Eventually, I manage to ground myself and I decide that I need to get out. Now. Frantically, I grab clothes out of my closet and throw them into trash bags. I'll get boxes later, I think, shoving everything I can into as few bags as possible. I lug them down the stairs, save for a few things I’m putting in an actual suitcase, and throw them into the backseat of my car, completely ignoring the rain that's still falling rapidly.

Back inside, I sit down at my desk, surrounded by the chaos of just moments before and open my laptop to a new browser tab, typing as frantically as I was just packing.

Flights from Georgia to New York.

#hdmiwire #short story #writing #writeblr #realistic fiction #short fiction #m&m

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souloftheintrovert · 8 months

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oc facts friday: ace bin atheer (which may or may not be his actual name i guess we’ll see)

— multiple sclerosis. ocd. constantly tired.

— he is the father figure in his friend group

— his favorite song is aces high do i need to say why

— one of my few straight ocs

— he’s asexual. because his name is ace. sorry

— kinda just. appears out from nowhere with a bowl of cereal. (he’s tori spring-coded)

— either that, or he just happens to be in the background. raging over gta online.

— he’s such a cliche old woman istg.

— very cold but also just a huge fuckinv sweetheart i love him sm

— “bro” “dude” “man” “dumbass”

— tall. scrawny. green eyes. brown, messy hair.

— always awake and always asleep

— he listens to those 10 hour retrospect videos on youtube as he knits or crochets or codes or whatever tf he does

#ace bin atheer #so iffy about that last name istg

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scrawnytreedemon · 8 months

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Red Pikmin DONE!!! Her name is Karolina, and she is a FIGHTER ✊✊✊ Keeps losing her damn flower because of it, lol.

Looks puffier on camera than IRL. I'm so, so very happy with her; she's very firm, very sturdy, very cuddleable <333

I'll get around to the Blue eventually... But I need to rest my fucking wrist. And my mind. Crochet takes alot of repetition + concerntration 😭😭

#pikmin #red pikmin #crochet #textiles #scrawny crafts #crafts #Karolina has a Junior™ (Maria) who is *technically* older than her #only in the sense that she was a first run who i made too small #she's currently just the torso and the sprout #i'll probably get around to finishing her just before i begin or after i finish the Blue™#i have a name for her :} it will be revealed when she's done lol #2/3rds of a polycule done #Enjoy Them <3

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lalunedelavie · 2 years

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Regulus Black

My marauders head canons, pt 5.

Regulus:

- Really wavy hair

- Always cold

-Sleeps with socks on

- Favourite colour is blue

- Has an eye for detail

- Would be great friends with Mary once he opened up to her

- Would argue with Remus over classics

- Loves string instruments

- Had an interest in ballet at some point

- Likes to ice skate

- Really quiet when you first get to know him

- White chocolate>>

- Tried to learn to crochet after he saw James wearing lily’s handmade sweater, gave up

- ^gets jealous easily

- Likes puzzles

- Rain>

- Spends a lot of time studying

- The type of laugh where you can’t tell if he’s giggling or laughing

- Ticklish

- Acne

- James was his queer awakening

- Had mixed feelings about being in Slytherin when he was first sorted, as the Blacks loved the house, but Sirius didn’t.

- Favourite class is DADA

- Joined quidditch primarily to see Sirius more

- Very angsty

- Likes the smell of burning candles

- Scrawny

- Speaks multiple languages

- Needs more hugs

- Voice cracks a lot

- Likes muggle fantasy, but doesn’t read much of it

- Wants to travel

- Favourite season is autumn or spring

- If he went to muggle school, his favourite subject would be English or science

- Really quick comebacks

- Wears eyeliner

- Demisexual

#regulus black #regulus arcturus black #jegulus #Marauders #marauders era

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sleepywright · 2 years

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Hey! Would love to get a matchup for your event if that’s okay! :)

5’6, medium dirty blonde straight hair, hazel eyes, pale skin, glasses, female, kinda scrawny

INFJ, type 4

Aquarius sun, Scorpio moon, Taurus rising

Pet peeves: people speaking over me, insensitivity to feelings

Hobbies and interests: crocheting, painting, video games, hiking, playing with animals

Top 5 favorite songs: Why Worry and NME (set it off), Victorious (PATD), Toxic (Britney Spears), Sarcasm (Get Scared) (all very hard songs for someone who’s very soft)

Goal: To start my own wildlife rehabilitation center or animal sanctuary

Romance is finding your person; the person who, despite their flaws, you want to love and cherish for your whole life

Favorite childhood memory: Summers with my step siblings where we’d spend the whole day in the pool or jumping on the trampoline, then coming home to a good meal and an evening of Minecraft and indoor games.

Poem/song: this is very silly- but I’m named after the song Jessie’s Girl, so I identify with that 😅 but also I love Two Headed Calf… hits me right in the heart 😭

Soulmate message: Dear soulmate, where have you been? I’ll wait as long as it takes, but you should probably find me first. I get lost very easily… hope you’re the better one at directions!

Thank you for joining the event! First off, GIRL YOUR MUSIC TASTE IS IMMACULATE OMG. Second off, I feel you on the two headed calf. That poem hits hard. Anyways I hope you like your matchup and once again sorry for being late on these!

Looks like somebody left you something...

Sitting on your desk is a gift box and a letter. The box is overall beautifully wrapped with a purple bow, save for a few mishaps. Whoever wrapped it seemed to struggle with making it look as pretty as possible. On top of the box, tucked underneath the bow is an envelope. Unlike the box, it’s plain and has nothing on it except for your name. The writing on the letter inside of it starts off in pretty cursive before quickly turning to scribble, but easy to read writing. It reads:

“Dearest Jess,

How are you this beautiful day? I’m sure you’re looking as radiant as any other day. I’m sending this letter to... he’s finally gone. Ugh. Sorry about that. Rook was starin’ over my shoulder making me write all that sappy stuff. I dunno when he’s gonna be coming back though so I gotta make this as fast as possible. So I’ve been wanting to ask you somethin’ lately. Would ya mind being my Valentine? It’s cheesy and stuff, I know. But I just wonder what it’d be like. Imagine one day you get your animal sanctuary! It could be a great addition to the apple farm! And we could go on all the hikes and road trips we want to! And I might not be the manliest now, but one day I hope I can be the manliest I can be for you. But I hope you like me as I am too. It’d be no good likin’ someone for something they aren’t yet, right? Anyways maybe we can go on a walk together later? Just two of us?

P.S.: I hope you like the gifts. Looks like Vil’s lessons were good for somethin’ after all.”

It’s signed with a little apple in the corner.

Inside the gift box is two items. The first is a freshly carved apple. It’s been carved into an intricate and beautiful rose. Each individual petal is as thin as a real one and the care put in this work of artistry is apparent. The second gift is a bag. It has a long strap so that you may wear it on your shoulder and can be opened and closed with a draw string. The bag itself is made out of a plain light beige material that’s a little coarse. But the bag itself is far from plain; it’s adorned with embroidery. Little flowers in the corners of the bag, little woodland creatures and birds are sewn all over the bag. But at the center of attention, is the sewing of a bright red apple.

Your Valentine is Epel Felmier

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if this is OOC or doesn’t fit. I tried my hardest!

#twisted wonderland matchup #twst matchup #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #romantic matchups #valentines #Valentine’s matchup #event #twst epel #epel x reader #epel felmier #twisted wonderland epel #🍋🌼

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angloie · 3 years

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Beach trips and I'm Falling in Love • 2.5/2

When Annabeth meets a strange boy on vacation, she doesn't expect for their relationship to grow much. He's... terribly sarcastic. Cocky. A not-so great match for her witty self. But after learning he visits the same beach every year she does, their strange friendship blooms into something more.

Their realtionship isn't the only thing that blooms over the yearsー that meaning a certain raven-haired boy.

genre ; childhood friends to lovers, fluff, strangers(?) to lovers, exchanging letters au, percabeth mortal au.

warnings ; swearing, suggestive(?) themes.

prev.

That night, Annabeth can't fall asleep.

(Percy can't either, because he can't stop thinking about Annabeth and how he thinks he saw her back there.)

What is Rachel to him?

Annabeth thinks. Her mind is something like a broken recordー stuck playing the question on repeat.

Not that she could judge, however, if Percy enjoyed her company more than hers, then that would be... Fine. Just fine. Rachel was probably more close to him after all these years unlike the blonde; who has been away for six years.

When Annabeth turns on her side to look at the shell seated stop her bedside table, she grimaces.

"You better make sure to return it!"

"I'll be waiting!"

Why does that make her frown?

The morning comes slow, slower than Annabeth would like, when the birds start chirping and evening comes to dawn after her sleep-deprived thoughts.

She knows that Percy's curled up inside his bed, (though certainly not the cabin he used to occupyー there's no one next door) snoring like he always does. She knows that Percy doesn't know that she's here, and Annabeth also knows that he'll be asleep until promptly one in the afternoon.

Annabeth thinks she'll meet him around sooner or later.

The lull of waves crashing across the shore gives her chills. Mornings, she now realizes, are the best part of the day.

The rose gold sun comes down in tiny slivers along the sand.

Percy is loyal. He's a great friend, much more than Annabeth deserves, witty and sarcastic.

Percy is not hers. He never was in the first place, really; him with his cocky smile and his big heart. That heart of his can only hold so much, can't it?

She starts to wonder if she's in there.

The shell in her pocket suddenly feels heavy when Annabeth reaches for it, the chipped and cracked coat somehow still intact. She'll give it to him when the time comes of course. Just not now. Annabeth couldn't even muster up the courage if she wanted to.

So, sandaled feet dug into the sand, she scans her surroundings.

At first glance the beach is beach is deserted, aside from a few lingering beach-goers that occupy the waves on their surfboards and the sand with their umbrellas.

It's quite tranquil on her ownー under the morning sun and all. She's been to beaches near her house back home,e but nothing can really beat this view.

Her eyes dart towards the ocean, where the surfers ride on the waves, laughing and cackling whenever one of their friends falls face-first into the cold waters. She laughs a bit, too, the scene reminds her of how she always used to fall when she was learning to surf.

Speaking of the surfers... They all look like they're having a blast. You know, Annabeth might start to think that the raven-haired guy looks like Percy, that he has the same smirk as him, but that's just illogical.

Right?

It's only until that they lock eyes is when Annabeth freezes.

Same sea green. Same sparkle.

Same Percy.

And it's only until he freezes, eyes widening and stopping to stare, is when she thinks Oh shit.

Then he's starting to come over, and her legs start moving on their own.

Away from him.

This can't be happening. It can't be. Not when she's not ready, when she's too nervous to even muster a word, not when Annabeth can't even look at him without her heart racing like never before.

She starts to walk faster. Not so fast that it looks suspicious, but fast as to escape his gaze and go back to her cabin.

Annabeth can hear him saying he needs to ‘do something' to his friends. Annabeth can also hear his surboard digging into the sand, as well as his footsteps getting closer and closer. So close, that she thinks it'll only be a few steps longer until he reaches her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Her thoughts get even more rapid, Can't the universe just wait for a second?

Annabeth completely shuts down when someone grabs her wrist.

"Annabeth?"

It takes so much to not year away, to not run, to not speak. It takes so much to turn her head and look at him, more, though, when his tone is the most heart melting thing she's heard in a long time. (good timing, really, and just when she's been trying to get all the feelings she holds for him.)

"Percy." She breathes out, eyes widening when she finally gets a good look of him.

He's... Grown.

His shoulders are broader. His hair, once unruly and messy, is exactly like in the previous pictures he's sent: Perfectly perfect and endearing. Annabeth notices that he towers over her figure quite a bitー what happened to the scrawny little Percy? Back then, she could easily look over him; but now? It's quite the opposite.

There’s an air around him, too, one that makes Annabeth gulp and her thoughts race.

Holy fuck.

Before she can let out a single word, she's engulfed into a bone crushing hug.

Thats pretty much when it all hits her.

Sure, he's wet and damp and smelling like saltwater and sweat, but she can't really pay any mind to that. Percy's warm. His touch is soft, gentle, just as Annabeth remembers.

Why was she avoiding him in the first place?

Just when she thinks that it's fineー that she will not tear up over something like thisー her body betrays her and she starts to sink further, further into the hug.

Is she tearing up right now?

"I missed you," Percy mumbles against her head in a way that makes her heart pound dangerously against her rib cage. “So much.”

So just like that, Annabeth nearly falls for him all over again.

"You dumbass!" She pushes him off, hands fumbling through her pockets. "I m-missed you more." Hands come to wipe at her fresh tears.

“H-here!” Annabeth sniffs as she hands him the one thing her mind has been lingering on non-stop: the shell.

He, blurry eyed and open mouthed, looks taken aback. For a second she thinks that he might be angry. That is, until he smiles.

“You kept it?” Percy asks. It's almost like he can't really believe it, like he didn't really expect her to keep it.

"Of course I did, seaweed brain,” She gives a lopsided toothy smile. It doesn't really match her flushed face, but who's paying attention to that?

When he looks at it fondly in his hands, Percy smiles to himself. “Its been too long, wisegirl." He looks her up and down. “You’ve changed."

She raises a eyebrow. "Like in a bad way?"

“N-no!” He's quick to correct himself. His looks the other way, trying to discreetly hide his blush. "No. Like i-in a... uhm- fuck." Percy covers his face.

"You've changed too.” Annabeth grins. “In a good way."

They smile each other for a second before someone from the shore line calls out Percy's name. He whips around, scowl growing on his face.

"I'll be back soon!" Percy rolls his eyes. He then turns to her.

"We should catch up," he says frantically, thoughts running on overdrive, "Have you been downtown yet? I'm staying at a new cabin a while away from hereー I'll take you there soon. Oh! And have you been to our spot? We can visit there later if you want.”

Annabeth cringes when the words fall from his lips. Our spot. She chews on her bottom lip. She can't really blame him for taking someone up there. Not even if she wanted to.

The rest of the day, and the next day after that, is bittersweet.

"I-Id be happy to.”

The sweetness is seeing Sally again. It's eating her famous blue cookies with Percy wearing bright smiles and her sporting the new sweater Sally crocheted. It's surfing for hours on end, it's playing with their dogs and meeting Mrs. O'Leary.

The sweetness is being with Percy once again; even if she does cringe when they go to their spot again.

The bitter, on the other hand, is meeting her.

Rachel.

Don't get her wrong. Annabeth was never much of a possessive or jealous person; and she still is not. She's level-headed, logical, and observative. Rachel is... Fine. She's crafty, Annabeth can tell by her paint-stained clothing and wry smile. She's pretty cool too. Rachel doesn't seem to have much of a problem getting along with her, so why does she feel so off about her?

"I'm Rachel," Annabeth remembers her smile quite clearly: It didn't quite reach her eyes. Or maybe Annabeth was just over-analyzing things? "It's nice to meet you, Annabeth!"

"Likewise." Annabeth gave a small smile. “Percy’s told me a lot about you."

“Oh, has he?” She giggled, "Well, I hope it's all good things." Rachel gave a teasing look towards Percy.

Now thinking about it, Annabeth might have been a teeny-bit judgy.

Percy, munching on a blue cookie, looks at her from his spot in his room. He narrows his eyes at her.

"I couldn't help but notice," He starts, as if reading her mind. "That you were a little on edge about Rachel.”

"Was I now?” She lazily questions, head hanging off his bed.

“I think so." Percy hums.

"I was not," Annabeth scoffs. “I was just... Cautious."

"What's there to be cautious about?” He asks, spinning three times on the chair near his desk. He pauses to let the dizziness swirl his vision before coming back to look at her. the dog beside him, Mrs. O'Leary wags her tail lazily.

She sighs. "Nothing, I guess? It's just... Y'know what? Nevermind.”

"Spit it out.”

"No!”

"Yes!”

“No!”

“I’ll make you a container of blue cookies for the next three days?"

"...Fine!" Annabeth breathes after a beat.

She stretchesh her arms high above above her head. “What... W-what is she to you?”

Percy freezes, and she instantly goes into a panicky state. “Actually- Ignore that. Thats a stupid question so you don't need to answer, I just really-”

“Aww, is my little Annie jealous?" He unironicaly coos, “Don’t worry about it. Rachel's great."

Annabeth notices that Percy says her name in a intimate way. She notices how heat instantly flushes her face. She also notices that how he never answers her question in a way she'll understand.

Now that she's left hanging, Annabeth really can't stop more questions from flowing in her mind.

Annabeth thinks that she's really been underreacting about Percy and his air of coolness. or maybe likeability?

Her arms flop down, and Mrs. O'Leary woofs.

Popularity?

Whatever it is, anyone can tell that Percy's much more than the dorky lame kid that used to be.

The group of girls that giggle and twirl their hair as they stare at him from their spot under an umbrella can surely see that, too.

It's not even those girls (who for the fact are pretty, much prettier than Annabeth) that can see that. Her neighbours talk about the 'handsome and nice young man that helped me carry my groceries'. (Guilty as chargedー the one and only Percy) or the 'Attractive boy who surfs early in the morning'.

The grannies at downtown's farmers market even gossip behind his back and treat him like some sort of Greek god with a perfectly structured jawline with a fit build and coy smile.

Oh, and did she mention he's as hot as the fucking sun?

(Which he, Annabeth thinks, owns up to.)

(She's really whipped for him.)

But he's respected her boundaries so far, so she'll keep her M rated thoughts to herself. But it's so fucking hard to not stare when he, clad in nothing but loose swimming shorts, shows up to her room at the crack of dawn.

"Looks like you're the talk of the town," Annabeth says teasingly as they settle into the sand. The umbrella provides the cool shade desperately need, to which Annabeth relishes in. “Is seaweed brain..." She feigns a fake gasp. “Actually likeable now?”

Percy threatens to shove a handful of sand down her throat, and she shuts up.

"Whatever," He mutters under his breath, eyes looking away from hers. For some reason he's avoiding looking at her. Annabeth thinks he's just embarrassed, but the way Percy steals glances at her when she's not looking, says otherwise.

"So where's Rachel?” She absent-mindedly asks. Not that she genuinely cares, or whatever, but theres really nothing else that occupies her mind.

“Around,” He replies. "She told me she's going shopping in the next town for some swimsuits. Or something.”

"Ah."

A seagull screeches from above.

“Wanna see who gets in the water first?"

Annabeth already jolts upwards into a sprint towards the shoreline. "Hey! No fair!”

So the next while is spent with nothing but firendly smiles and secretive glances from Percy, surfing and swimming and having the most fun they've had together in a while. Annabeth grabs his ankle from under the waves, and she thinks that that might be the loudest scream she's ever heard.

Percy, mind stuck with thoughts on revenge, tried to come up with a scare of his own, until his lame scare comes out as throwing a peice of seaweed on her forehead.

“Lameass!" She laughs, popping her head above the water.

“Smartass!” He yells back, eye twitching and tone sarcastic.

It isn't until the sun sets and the crabs crawl back into their caves is when they both flop back into the sand. Tired. Exhausted. Muscles sore and skin sunburnt.

For a solid thirty minutes it's just comftorable silence as the waves set the soundtrack. Along with the occasisonal him of the ocean, or even the cries of the cicadas back where the beach grass is.

For a solid thirty minutes, Annabeth thinks that she couldn't be more happier.

For a solid thirty minutes, all is calm, all is well, and nothing could be more perfect.

She closes her eyes for a minute thinking that she can spare one nap. Thinking that Percy will just wake me up, so it's fine if I snooze off, right?

Annabeth dozes off with thoughts of him.

When she wakes up, Pery isn't beside her.

Nor is he on the beach.

For a hot minute Annabeth freaks out, squinting through the darkness to search for his figure. The lantern her doesn't really provide much light, let alone three feet away from her.

But then she sees that his surfboard isn't wedged into the ground, and his things are still there.

So where is he?

Oh. Annabeth thinks lamely to herself when she spots the figure swaying with the waves atop his surfboard. There he is.

It's illogical, really, for her to go after him.

If you don't go, that Rachel girl's got him forever, her head prods, you'll lose him forever.

It's even more illogical when Annabeth grabs her surfboard with a determined look; sandy hair and all.

The waves are calm tonight. No huge crashing of the chilled water, no raging seas or bitterly cold air. The clouds enclose the pale moon, only tiny beams managing to escape. She thinks it casts a blue hue to everything.

Using her arm to paddle her way over, Annabeth catches a glimpse at the stars.

Gods, the stars.

They're brightー brighter than the city that isー and bigger, too. They shine in a way that leaves Annabeth breathless.

Percy hums when she closes in next to him. His limbs dangle off of the surfboard and into the cool waters, occasionally shifting to keep steady. She hums back in reply.

A small wave laps across the shore.

“That's Perseus.” Annabeth says lazily. She lays down, too, hair splayed across the board. "The constellation, I mean.”

“Perseus, huh?" Percy follows where she points: diagonal from the pair. “Like my name?"

"Like the Greek hero Perseus.” She murmurs quietly.

“You've told me about him." He recalls, "He slayed Medusa and saved Andromeda, right?"

"Mhm," Annabeth nods. "He also had a happy ending. That is, for most Greek heroes.”

She smiles to herself, and Percy can't really think of anything more beautiful than her.

Believe it or not, Percy is good at hiding things.

Like when he hides the secret stash of snacks under his bed from his mom, (for three years straight and running) or when he hid Mrs. O'Leary when she was just a pup in his closet.

He likes to think that he's good at hiding his feelings too.

Feelings about Annabeth, of course.

Not that he really has anything for herー it's just that whenever he sees her he gets a fluttery feeling in his stomach, his voice gets all awkward, his mind instantly goes to how fucking gorgeous she looks, and how she practically radiates coolness and calm.

Okay. So what if he's head over heels for her?

Percy thinks it started a while ago.

He thinks it started when Rachel first called him seaweed brain.

“-Seaweed brain,” it falls from her lips on a warm spring day, when they're sitting in his room while it rains.

Percy freezes to look at her. "What?"

“I said It raining cats and dogs out there,” Rachel repeats, “Seaweed brain."

When she catches the slightly shocked look on his face, she frowns. “Something wrong?”

"No,” He murmurs, looking down. "Actually- kinda. that nickname just threw me off a bit, I guess.” Percy give a lopsided smile.

Annabeth only calls me that, he thinks. It feels weird when you say it.

“Oh." She deadpans. “Should I not call you that then? I saw that Annabeth girl call you that, like, a ton of times in one of her letters.” Her eyebrows raise, and Percy reels.

“You were reading my letters?" He frowns. “...Whatever. The nickname- its kind of a personal thing. You know, between me and, uh... her. It'd be cool if you didn't say it.”

“Oh. Okay.” Rachel huffs.

Somehow, Percy never labeled it as love.

Percy didn't label it as love when Annabeth became the ‘nothing!' that came out of his mouth when Sally asked why he was smiling so much. Not when he couldn't stop staring at her in her swecause fuck, she looks so good. Not when Percy was confused on why his love for her became something more.

But that night, that one single night, when Annabeth came to join him under the stars, is when he thought otherwise.

With sunkissed sunburnt skin,

lips cracked and dry,

moonlight against her face,

The last day of Annabeth's vacation comes on a sunny humid day with the clouds nowhere to be seen.

He did label it love.

There isn't an air of despair, however, Annabeth'll be back next year for a solid week in winter. College would be a pain, so she'll have one last vacation with her family before she starts her career.

For some reason Percy isn't sad when the news comes to him on her college. New Rome, a prestigious school in the middle of both their cities. All he gives is a coy grin; she can't wrap her mind around hit quite yet.

"You got plans tonight?” Percy asks suddenly, his voice echoing through Annabeth's room.

“No.” She tilts her head. “Why? Got something planned?"

“Yeah, actually.” He grins. “We're going to a party of a friend of mine.”

“What?" Annabeth nearly falls off her bed, eyes widened and mouth agape. A party? Tonight?

“Yup! You better get ready, 'cuz we're leaving in...” Percy checks the clock on her bed side table. "Two hours. See ya!" Is all he says before he hopes out of her window.

Annabeth nearly screams, but remembers that he's been climbing and jumping out of her window for years now. she lets out a ragged sigh of relief.

"Fuck you!” She yells out to his figure, already dashing away. He turns around, sly smirk on his face.

“Only if you watch!"

And then he's gone, leaving Annabeth with a red hot face and a flustered mess.

Fuck.

The next two hours is- um, well...

Chaotic.

Just plain chaotic.

Her who closet is thrown into her bed in a contemplation what to wear. Light or dark? Whats the occasion? How much people are attending? What's the setting?

You're overthinking things again, Annabeth's mind jolts. Just throw something on!

Along with chaotic, she would also describe the scene as a fever dream.

She opts to wear a black bodycon dress with stringy ties and a loose and light jacket. Annabeth can't really deceive the rest of her look- her mind is all gushy and mushy.

So here she is, standing in front of the booming house, (Percy didn't even bother to drive here there, the jerk) hands fidgeting like she can't stop.

(She can't.)

Annabeth takes a deep breath. She won't be here for a while, so whats she so afraid about? Sure, there's somone puking in a bush that she wants no part in, and there might be concerning sounds coming from inside the huge building, but who's paying attention to that?

Before she can back out, a voice calls out her name.

"Wisegirl!" Percy beams, “Hey!”

“Seaweed brain.” Annabeth crosses her arms as a her bottom lip juts out. "We're were you?"

“Lets not focus on that." He nervously laughs. “But c'mon inside. I want you to meet a few people.”

"Hm?”

The house is just as bad as she thought.

Red Solo cups everywhere, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes especially strong near the kitchen and couches. Bodies bump into her here and there like some sort of mosh pit. They don't even apologize, instead murmuring something with a tipsy tone.

"Grover!" Percy calls a guy over. "Don't you remember Annabeth?”

"Annabeth?" Grover, what she can assume is his friend, looks over to them. His eyes light up when he meets her gaze.

"It's been a while!" Annabeth smiles. Grover! It's been a minute since she's seen him, back when they were all kids. She fondly remembers beach trips with him back then, eating popsicles on her cabin stairs and all.

“It certainly has,” He sighs happily.

Percy then introduces her to many others: Hazel, a bright girl with a even brighter smile, Frank, a towering guy with a friendly touch, Jasonー a blonde guy with a oddly stapler shaped scar on his lip, Piper, a bubbly girl with a flirtatious smile.

She'd go on about more of them, but at that point Annabeth would be rambling.

"Have you seen Percy around?" Annabeth asks to Grover when she loses him in the bustling crowd.

He nods his head no, and someone tugs on her arm.

“C'monnnn," A girl she met earlier drunkenly tugs harder, “We’re playing truth or dare downstairs!"

She wants do pull away, say no, but then Annabeth spots him in the crowd with people slung around him.

By the looks of it, they're flirting with him, words forming and lips ruling into flirtatious smiles. They touch him in ways that make her cringe.

Annabeth hates herself for frowning and continuing to stare. The worst part, thinks, is that he's not trying to pull away. Nor is he denying their actions. In fact, he's indulging in it.

Shit. She shouldn't be thinking this way. Percy's popular and nice. He's bound to attract a few people, and he's not hers.

Annabeth was never the jealous type, but for now she can let the horriblefeeling in her stomach slide just this once.

She accepts the girl's prodding with a feignged smile.

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