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judebelle · 5 months

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Gavi breaking up with the reader bc he needs space and stuff and she takes it really hard and it affects her a lot but he realizes he was wrong for it and gets her back. Just a lot of angst but fluff ending plssss. You are the bestttt

rekindled - p.g. x reader

authors note : thank you guys for the love on my recent posts, and for sending in requests. psa, the more requests i get, the more motivated i am and the more i post!

cw : just heart wrenching angst for the most part, but it gets fluffy dwww!!, swearing, sad :(

wc : 2.3k

pairing : pablo gavi x fem!reader

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“i just don’t have the time for you anymore!”

his words truly devastated you, tearing apart the delicate threads of your heart. couldn’t he at least try? why was he just giving up?

“i don’t understand why we can’t just try to work it out, pablo! we could compromise, we can even make a schedule.. we could make it work!”

it seemed like only you were really trying, and he seemed eager to end this relationship. over what? a busy schedule? you felt useless, standing in his empty home, the echoes of your voices ringing in your ears. it was as if you were singlehandedly trying to stop a sinking ship from descending deep into the dark and bottomless blue.

“it’s not that easy, y/n! i have a lot on my plate! between football practices and matches, i barely have time for myself anymore. and then adding on this relationship, i need to make time for you as well! its too much. i know you wouldn't understand but-"

"i wouldn't understand? what is that supposed to mean? there are two people in this relationship. and it's not like i sit around all day and do nothing! i also have my own things to do! you make it seem like i am so high maintenance, like i'm too much for you to handle!"

you were growing increasingly angry as the argument progressed. how little did he think of you?

"you know that's not what i meant.."

you sniffled, "i dont think i know you at all anymore."

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it had been a week since the break up.

you tried not to let it affect you too much, but his absence left a crater in your heart you were left too weak to fill.

the breakup casted a shadow over the once vibrant hues of your life. you found yourself dealing with the aftermath of shattered love. you were picking up the shattered pieces of your heart, the sharp glass cutting through the skin of your hands. you felt the pain during tearful nights when sleep also abandoned you, and in the empty spaces that once resonated with shared laughter.

the breakup left an indelible mark on you.

you didn't call anybody. you just sat at home. it was like pablo's words became your new reality, now you were truly sitting around all day and doing nothing.

you hadn't heard from him at all, thanking the universe knowing that if you did, it would be too much on your aching heart.

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one month had passed.

you were finally feeling like yourself again. yes, you missed his warm embrace and touching words, but you learned to live without it.

you couldn't depend on someone to be the sole reason for your happiness. you still loved him, and you always will, but fuck did he cut deep.

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pablo's pov

pablo found himself grappling with an unexpected wave of regret.

the relentless demands of his busy life had driven a wedge between the two of you, leaving him to confront the harsh reality of what he had lost.

pablo now spent the time he would've spent with you alone, in his home. he didn't hang out with friends. he didn't go out for dinner, just ordered food to his house. he felt lonely and bored without you.

how ironic.

the void left by your absence became easily recognizable to everyone around him, and he began to yearn for the warmth of your shared moments.

but pablo kept the painful truth of your breakup to himself, unable to utter the words aloud to anyone.

"hey bro, what's on your mind?"

he felt an arm drape across his shoulders, startling him from his thoughts.

pablo was at barcelona's training grounds, and didn't realize his slumped posture and absentminded features were noticeable to anyone but him.

pedro was walking next to him, his arm slung around the back of his neck.

"hola?? what's up with you?" pedro was insisting on finding out why his close friend was acting so strange.

"sorry, just tired.. didn't get much sleep last night." in all honesty, he hadn't. he spent most of his night lying awake, thinking of how badly he had messed up. his screen time was through the roof, scrolling through your feed and posts, reminiscing on what was once his, about the warm soul that would sleep next to him in this very bed.

"ai, don't lie now. you know i can see right through you. what's wrong, bro?" pedro wasn't giving up, pestering pablo on his silence.

pablo gulped and turned to his friend, "i.. i messed up bad bro, like really bad..".

he didn't elaborate further, unable to bring himself to come to terms with what he had done.

"uhh, that's cool and all, but it would be helpful if you explained, man. i can't help you if you dont tell m-"

"i broke up with y/n."

pablo shut his mouth after, the words leaving the bitter taste of regret in his mouth. he might've said that too loudly, causing some staff members and teammates to look his direction.

pedro didn't seem to believe it, raising his eyebrow at the boy.

"you what? wha... when?"

everyone who knew pablo knew that he was absolutely smitten with you. you were always on his mind, and he was quick to talk about you if he had the chance. it annoyed his friends sometimes, but it was cute how much he loved you.

the fact that he had broken up with you was appalling.

"around a month ago.." pablo confessed, his hands hidden behind his back like a guilty child. "i told her i was too busy to focus on our relationship, and i told her that i needed to focus on my career. it's honestly a load of bullshit. i think i was just stressed and took it out on her."

pedro's confusion was evident, his eyebrows drawn together.

"i don't understand, bro. your schedule was never an issue for you before. and why didn't you tell me? i could've, i don't know, been there for you!"

it was like pablo was being scolded, and he really did deserve it. he'd lost you because of his own stress and poor time management. you didn't deserve to suffer because of him.

"pablo, what were you thinking? i mean, i can't believe it! i would've never expected you to- okay, i'm sorry.." pedro stopped his lecturing upon seeing his friend growing increasingly upset. "my advice to you is to go apologize. and not just a quick 'sorry', but a good one. get her flowers, chocolate - i don't know, whatever chicks like. just go say sorry."

pablo looked up at his friend, hesitation on his features. "what if she doesn't take me back? w-what would i do then?" he stuttered. he was worried you would realize how big of an asshole he was, and how much he didn't deserve you.

"i mean, i wouldn't blame her," pedro smiled teasingly. "but i know y/n pretty well, she would understand." he laid a comforting hand on pablo's shoulder. "don't sweat it bro, it'll all be okay."

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your pov

you were currently sprawled across your couch, stuffing popcorn in your mouth as you binged a show you had already seen a million times.

the bell rang.

that hadn't happened in a while. the unfamiliar sound rang in your head before you pulled yourself up from your comfortable position, walking to the door. you yanked the door open, popcorn still in your mouth.

you looked up to see the man you thought you'd never see again.

"..hola.." he whispered before sending you a soft smile. you froze in your spot. not knowing what to do as you weren't expecting this at all.

it was like you'd turned cold from shock. you acted before you thought, slamming the door on his face. you scrambled to fixed your hair and finish chewing your popcorn.

giving yourself a moment to breathe and think, you quickly opened the door again, worried he might leave. surprisingly, he was still standing there, waiting for you.

"can i come in?"

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you let him in, of course. how could you not?

he walked in with a hunched back. his feet dragged against the floor wearily.

you told him to sit on the couch and wait as you grabbed two waters, one for him, and one for you.

the unexpected arrival of pablo, whom you thought had become a distant echo of the past, sent tremors through the newly rebuilt walls around your heart.

is there a possibility of rekindling what was once lost?

you finally dragged yourself out of the kitchen and back into the living room to where pablo was sitting with his legs shaking anxiously and his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. there were still popcorn crumbs on the couch, the halfway eaten bowl of it placed on the table across from the paused movie displayed on the tv.

oh, how you wish he warned you before showing up at your doorstep.

he turned his head to see you standing tensely in the doorframe. he smiled awkwardly as he scooted over to give you some space to sit far from him.

you sat down and placed the waters on the table in front of you. you took a deep breath before gulping hard. you eventually found the courage to croak out a few words.

"what happened, is everything alright?"

the air was thick, the unspoken history you shared lingering in the air. his eyes were red and cratered by bags. he tried to hide the lines on his face by putting on a decent outfit and gelling his hair back, but you saw right through his façade.

"i just.. wanted to apologize.."

your silence was his cue to continue speaking.

sitting in the soft glow of your living room, pablo took a deep breath before breaking the heavy silence.

"i need you to know how sorry i am for what i did, y/n. breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of my life, and i've spent every day regretting it. i miss you, not just the idea of you, but you - the way you laugh, the way you challenge me... i was foolish, and i can't keep living my life without you in it. i came here to make things right, to find a way for us to work through the challenges together. can we try again? can you forgive me?" His vulnerable pleas hung in the air while also knocking you down like heavy wind.

your gaze flickered with a mix of surprise as pablo's heartfelt words settled in the room. the weight of his apology hung between you, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch as you discerned the sincerity in his eyes.

you took a moment before responding, your voice a sorrowful blend of vulnerability and caution.

"pablo, you hurt me deeply when you walked away. i've spent nights replaying those moments, the day you left me, wondering if i meant as much to you as you say now...". The room held a fragile hope as your eyes locked.

in a desperate plea, pablo's words spilled forth with an intensity so raw it stung in the depths of your heart. his eyes reflected the sincerity of his emotions. "y/n, i can't imagine my life without you. every moment without you feels like a void i can't fill. i was foolish, and i let something so precious slip away." his voice wavered with a mix of regret and hope, showing the depth of his desire to rebuild what was lost.

"please, i'm begging you, give me another chance. i know i hurt you, and i'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. i've learned from my mistakes, and i'm not the same person who walked away. i love you, and i'm ready to fight for us. please, take me back."

you listened to pablo's heartfelt pleas carefully. after a thoughtful pause, you spoke with a calm and resolute tone,

"pablo, i appreciate your honesty and the effort you're putting into this. it's not easy to admit mistakes, and i can see the sincerity in your eyes. but i need some space to process everything. let's take things one step at a time."

pablo quietly absorbed your response. he nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of his actions. "i understand, y/n," he said with a quiet sincerity,

"i know i hurt you, and i can't expect you to erase that pain overnight. i'm here, whenever you're ready." his words left a subtle sting on your heart. he raised up from the couch, before leaving with the same hunch of his back and drag of his steps that he entered with.

the sound of the door latching closed sent a stab through your heart. your eyes began to water as the painful image of him leaving stuck in your mind.

you were standing in the doorway, and felt a sudden surge of clarity and yearning. spontaneously, you threw the door open and rushed after him, the urgency to convey your changing feelings propelling you forward. "pablo!" you called out, running down the driveway, and as he turned in surprise, you closed the distance between you. without a word, you reached out, cupped his face in your hands, and pressed your lips to his. his hands wrapped around your waist as he dipped you forward slightly, embracing your warmth and forgiveness. your brows furrowed into the kiss as you felt the craters in your heart fill slowly.

the kiss was heavy, holding many unspoken emotions—forgiveness, longing, and the realization that sometimes, the heart finds its way back when the connection is too strong to resist.

in that moment, under the dim streetlights, things changed between you two, and it seemed as though the process of reconciliation was beginning to unfold.

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roach-works · 2 years

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heyo! i just read your reblogs on that post about cis/trans ppl who ship m/m content and was struck by a lot of what you said. up until recently, i have "lived very fully and enthusiastically as a woman," though i've always envied/admired men in fiction and have always gravitated towards exploring men's stories in my work. i am starting to think this is bc i Am A Man but i'm struggling with relating to/understanding my past self, who seemed perfectly fine with being a woman (1/2)

okay, here's my very best piece of advice to cis, trans, or questioning people: you aren't, necessarily, who you were.

do you know the sunk cost fallacy? when you sink a lot of time, money, or ego into something, you get very reluctant to abandon that thing. people stake their reputation on a scam, then can't back down because it would mean admitting they were wrong. people blow their life savings at casinos, because they think that the next bet will validate all their past ones and save them. people with abusive partners want to believe that all the love they spent wasn't in vain.

for all these reasons, examining and potentially discarding fundamental pieces of your identity is very difficult. you put a lot of time into being this one gender. you staked your ego and reputation on it. you had some good times! it felt really worthwhile! but now you're starting to wonder if it is worth it, if it was ever worth it. if you were wrong, if you're stupid, if everyone's going to laugh at you, if there will be anything left if you throw all this time and life and selfhood in the trash.

full disclosure, i was proud to be a woman and i flatly did not want to be a trans man. i knew it would be hard, and i knew the risks were high, and i knew i'd have to eat a lot of shit as everyone in my life said 'wait, but you're a man-hating feminist. how do you square that?' and i would have to say, 'well, i can't square it. some things don't get solved like math problems.' i would have been a cis man in an instant but i was scared to death of having to do all the hard uncomfortable work of transitioning and still potentially just being stuck with this sort of shitty, unpleasant, messed up, mad-science approximation of a male body. i knew it just was not physically possible to turn myself into the man i would have been had i been AMAB, and the idea of settling for a crude facsimile sounded absolutely pathetic.

but like, the other thing about me, is that i have been chronically anxious since i was a little kid, and what i learned from being scared of absolutely everything was that i couldn't let fear stop me or i would live my life underneath a blanket, pissing myself. so by the time i had to face up to the horror and terror of potentially being trans, i had gotten into the habit of simply doing terrifying things anyway, because being terrified wasn't a valid excuse not to at least try it out.

here's the other thing about me! i've got an extreme case of ADHD brainworms and every five or ten years i go do Something Else. i love moving. i love turning into something new.

so what i found was that i absolutely love being consciously engaged in the business of being myself. i like taking hormones that change my body. i like taking medication that changes my mind. i love having my hands on the levers of who i am in this life and cranking them around to see what happens next. i am myself on purpose and it's absolutely exhilarating. i wouldn't trade it for being normal if you paid me.

and so here's the thing about everyone: you can change as soon as you want. right now! immediately!

your past self is just a record of who you were, it's not a prophecy. and before anyone says 'well it's not that easy, change is hard, it takes work and time!', i agree with that too! but that's because changing into something new requires effort for the same reason that moving anything takes effort: it's just inertia. objects at rest stay at rest unless changed. objects in motion continue on that path unless changed.

you will be the same person every day you don't deliberately try something new, and then, there you go, you're changing. i have picked up rocks that were a hundred million years old and thrown them into a pond; nothing about the stillness of the rock was forever or even important. i don't know how many other ways to phrase this but it's very important to me to try to communicate it to as many people as i can.

you can just stop doing something you don't like doing. you can just try something new immediately. you don't need an excuse. you don't need to justify the way you spend your time, the way you've spent it. you can love and cherish your womanhood for twenty seven years and then say 'i think i'm done with this now' and go try something else.

maybe you'll like being a man and find that it suits you much better than being a woman. maybe you won't! either way, you'll have changed, and you can just keep changing for as long as you live, and isn't that so much better than being frozen up with fear?

#i love changing!!! i love being new things #to be trans is to travel and move and recreate yourself #it's extremely fucking cool!! it really is!#trans stuff #advice #long post

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bad268 · 2 years

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plspls can i have a finn shelby x reader where they run away to america for a few years and have a whole family bc the shelby's dont approve of their relationship? and they only come back after their kids ( 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls ) kept pestering them about meeting their relatives. cue a big sappy emotional reunion with a dash of some relationship reveal in it.

We've Got Work to Do (Finn Shelby X Reader)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Requested: Clearly (I loved this and kinda ran with it. I hope you like it! Also shout out to Anon who wanted Finn content.)

Warnings: Fem-Reader, language, reader is called a whore, runaways

Summary: Finn and the reader run away from Small Heath, but some family business brings them back. What will the family think?

W.C. 1341

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/Wales Online)

It was the eve of my eighteenth birthday. My boyfriend of four years took me out to meet his brothers at the Garrison which did not go well. I heard Finn’s brothers call me unspeakable names, and they told him that I was just another whore who used him for his money. I know this is untrue, and he knows it’s untrue, but it still hurt that this was their first impression of me. I left the Garrison without hearing from any of them because if they did not approve of our relationship, there was no way we would be able to continue.

I was laying in my room, crying and thinking that my relationship was over. That is until a knock from my window caught my attention. It was difficult to see through the uncleaned window and heavy rainfall, but I could still make out the figure of Finn. “What the hell are you doing? You’re going to get sick!” I lectured, pulling him into my room. “You are freezing, Finn!”

“I had to see you. You need to know that they hate everyone’s girls,” he explained, walking more into the room. “They say every one of ‘em is a traitor. But I don’t care what they think!”

“Finn, I do. They’re your family,” I said as I moved to take his soaking clothes off and replace them with spares he left at my house. “Their opinion matters to me.”

“Well, it doesn’t to me,” he stated, leaving no room for debate, as he changed his clothes. “I’ve got a wicked idea.”

“I’m listening,” I laughed as I helped him button his shirt.

“What if we left?”

“I'm sorry?”

“We are eighteen. We can do whatever we want,” He explained. “I’ll quit the business, and we’ll go away. We don’t have to stay here.”

“Where would we go?”

“Wherever you want. Anywhere in the world.”

“I like the sound of America.”

That was the night we left Small Heath without a trace. We were on the first boat out of Birmingham and made it to America the next morning.

We started in New York. We started for a week or so, but it was too flashy. Then we decided to move West. We stayed in all types of places until we reached Santa Fe. It was a place I had heard nothing of, and it was secluded. No gangs, no illegal business, and no judgment.

We decided to build our own life here. We were free. Free to be us without having to worry anymore.

“John, Ava, Maya, Seb, come inside to wash up for supper,” I shouted from the kitchen window. The rest of the family, consisting of Finn, our five-year-old John, four-year-old Ava, two-year-old Maya, and one-year-old Sebastian, had been down by the creek since lunch while I had been writing for the newspaper I worked for. “Finn, help me set the table?”

“On it,” Finn responded as he lifted up Seb and Maya, the two youngest. “Come on. We gotta listen to your mum.” They all ran up the hill

“We were having fun, momma,” John said, running through the doors first. He pulled one of the dining chairs over to the sink, so he could wash his hands with some help from Finn. “Can we play more after we eat?”

“Sorry, baby, we can’t,” I replied, moving over to help Ava and Maya as Finn helped John and Seb wash their hands. “Got a call and we gotta leave early in the morning. That means bedtime right after dinner.”

Complaints rose from all four children, but they immediately became quiet once the food was served. I moved to serve Finn, but he stopped me, telling me to sit. Then, he places food onto both of our plates.

“Who called?” Finn started as we began to eat.

“Ada. She saw my article in the paper in Boston and reached out. I made her promise not to tell the family. But now, they’re in trouble, Finn.”

“When were you going to tell me?” Finn cut my explanation short.

“When it involved you,” I replied just as quickly. I leaned in to whisper, “Finn, everyone in the family got sent a black hand. Including us. We will discuss this more once the children are in bed.”

“Momma,” Seb cried.

“Are you all finished?” Finn asked as he started collecting all of the empty plates while I handled the crying child. He put all of the plates and utensils in the sink before leading the two older children toward the restroom. I took the two youngest to our room to clean them up before putting them into their separate cribs in the next room over.

Finn came into our room about an hour later and changed from his dirty clothes. He walked over to where I was sitting at my vanity, brushing my hair, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He leaned in to kiss my cheek before hiding his face in my neck and attacking me with small kisses. “Can we talk about it now?”

“I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“Who is it from?”

“Changrettas. The Italian mafia from New York.” I answered. “Ada said that Tommy is calling a family meeting on boxing day. Said we need to be there. Everyone from the family got the same card.” I stopped to stand and face Finn. I lifted my arms to circle his shoulders, one hand moving to cup his cheek. He moved his hands down to rest against my hips. “It’s not just us running from them anymore, Finn. This involves our children. John, Ava, Maya, Seb. They don’t deserve to be in this business. We have to go.”

“As much as I hate my brothers for calling you a whore, I know we need to go back,” he replied, leaning into my hand as we swayed back and forth. “I’ll drive us to New York and we’ll catch a boat out to Birmingham.” We stopped for a second as he pulled me into a kiss. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead on mine before whispering, “You’re not telling me something. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know I can,” I whispered back. “I just wanted to make sure before getting your hopes up.”

“Make sure of what?”

“Make sure it wasn’t a one-off thing, but I’m confident to say that I am with child. Again.”

“How long have you known?”

“Been thinking ‘bout it for three months when I missed. Then, I got sick this morning.”

“Now we’re really going,” he laughed, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist. “I’m not risking my family.”

“Momma, was I named after Uncle John?”

“Yes, you were John Boy.”

“Momma, was I named after Auntie Ada?”

“No, but her name made me think of yours.”

“Momma, what is Uncle Arthur like?”

“That’s a question for your dad.”

“This is going to be a long drive.”

“Has anyone seen Finn? Someone had to’ve known where he went,” Tommy asked the group in front of him.

“They’ll be here. Just give them enough time to get here,” Ada responded with a snap. “Takes time to cross the ocean, ‘specially when you’ve got so much baggage.”

“They? Who’s they?” Arthur snapped right back at her. “What do you mean? Did he move to America?”

“Yeah, when you lot pushed him away when you called his girl a whore who was only there for the money,” Ada laughed. “Surely, you were smart enough to know he left the day after you met her.”

“Sorry we’re late,” I stated as we walked into the room. Finn holding the sleeping girls, John walking between us, and me carrying Seb. “Did we miss a lot?”

“What’s she doing here?” Artur seethed. “She is not part of this family.”

“She happens to be my wife and mother of my children, Arthur. So watch yourself.”

“Well then,” Thomas said, amused, “Let’s focus on Finn and his wife later. We’ve got work to do.”

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Read Part 2 Here!!

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#finn shelby x reader #finn shelby x you #finn shelby x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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degloved · 5 months

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aaa fic requests open………… hoffheight love languages……… (but they dont label their relationship bc inner turmoil of being apprentices ;-;)

hello anon!! first of all this was a very delightful prompt. saw rarepairs (regardless if i ship them) are so fun to me !! hoffheight especially, i think they're slept on (by myself also, tbh.) i thought about the best approach to take so as not to make this too long, and initially decided to pick a handful, out of the five, which i thought most would be best suited to them. those being: quality time, physical touch, gift giving. this is very funny, as it still turned out to be excessively long (normally, these are 500 words—somehow i've ended up with 1600 words here.) therefore, i've decided to post it also my ao3 & the link to it, should you wanna bookmark or what have you, can be found at the bottom. i hope you enjoy! thanks for sending in a prompt, once again! p.s. i'm getting around to writing everything everyone's sent in! i just find myself a little more inclined to first jump into the prompts i know i'm gonna do without much trouble. chainshipping, while largely what i'm getting the reqs for, isn't my forte, hence the wait. but i'm trying!

-> READ ON AO3 <-

‼️SAW REQS STILL OPEN‼️

The Apprentices, despite their shared unshakable tendency to slip into petty conflicts with one another on an hourly basis, appeared to work oddly well together; like a well-oiled machine. Left-brain, right-brain, and their brawn; Lawrence's steady hand, Amanda's creativity, Mark's ability to put it all into motion.

If they were a machine, then Adam was surely the cog that didn't quite mesh with all the other moving parts. Perpetually on the fringes of the warehouse, uncertainly hovering about—passing a wrench here and a drill there—until inevitably slinking off with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He didn't fit, and he wasn't even really sure he wanted to.

Wasn't sure whether he'd fit anywhere else, either.

He'd always moved through the world with a sense of displacement; as if something had plucked him off some distant planet and dumped him here, only to cruelly leave him to his own devices. Because Adam's life was also a fucking joke, whatever higher power lurked out there must've also seen it fit to exacerbate said feeling. If there'd ever been any hope of an eventual breakthrough—any hope he might stop listlessly flopping on dry land and find a suitable body of water to slip into—it'd sure been squandered now. With something of a bitter chuckle, Adam had the thought he might walk the length of the Amigara Fault without ever stumbling upon his own hole, too. (Well, at least that meant he was safe! Safety being, of course, a commodity these days.)

“Adam?”

The sound of his name bouncing off of the warehouse walls broke him out of that depressing little reverie he'd embarked on. Somewhere out of sight, the clanking of metal against metal; the noise was sharp and, by rights, ought to be annoying if not outright grating on the ears. Unfortunately, he'd gotten used to it. Didn't bother him half as much as it really should.

“Yeah?” he called out—though set down the camera he'd been fucking around with (hopelessly fucking broken after he'd knocked it off the table last week), letting his legs carry him to the machine Mark had been working on for the past hour. “Need help?”

“Nah,” the other man shook his head, rogue droplets of sweat flying every which way. “This should be done.”

Mark stood up on slightly shaky feet, dusting himself off. Adam supposed working for Jigsaw was as good exercise as any: his skin glistened beneath the pallid light overhead, face appropriately ruddy. (His own cheeks must've decided to take inspiration from it, flushing in tandem.)

“I was thinkin',” he continued, hands on his hips, “You've been cooped up in this dump too long. Wanna get out of here?”

Yes. Dear god, please.

But, Adam would never go down that easy. Pointedly, he adopted the same stance, accentuating the jut of one hip, and—with a scoff: “Way to treat me like y'all's dog, some fucking... charity case stray. What, we're gonna walk 'round the block so I can sniff about and take a piss? How big of you, Mark, thanks for the enrichment.”

Mark rolled his eyes, hardly the one to fall for the theatrics. (He was no Amanda.) “What's crawled up your ass tonight, then?”

“Nothing!” he huffed, “I'm just saying it how it is. Got the leash ready, then? I'm really itching to pay a visit to that fire hydrant—”

A strong hand fisted itself into the front of his shirt, tugged him up to the very tips of his toes—at which point, he was being shut up in the most cliché-but-effective way possible. Mark, ever the cavalier, let go of him with all the consideration one might let go of a garbage bag. Adam stumbled back, slightly dazed by the kiss and thrown off-balance—figuratively and literally. “Stop pouting and get dressed.”

Adam raised an eyebrow, “Something fancy?”

Mark snorted, “No.”

A bowling alley.

Adam had a hard time believing it. Out of all places in the world, a bowling alley? (What were they, sweaty seventeen-year-olds making the best out of the spare change left over from lunch that week?)

In the dimly lit space, he leaned against the worn wooden railing, eyes fixed on Mark as the other stood poised at the edge of a polished lane. His face was scrunched up with a frankly disturbing level of focus; two massive hands firmly gripped a ball, fingers knuckle-deep in its holes. With a smooth, practiced motion, Mark swung his arm back and then forward, releasing it with a precise flick of the wrist. The ball glided down the lane and—crash—it sent the pins scattering, every last one of them.

When Mark turned, pride and triumph etched into every little line of his face, Adam... was a little smitten, alright? Watching him trudge over, eclipsing the colorful lights behind him, Adam soon found himself rather crowded against that railing. “Getting a kick out of showing off?” he needled.

“Yes.”

“God, you're sooo...” Adam groaned, head thrown back. Laughing, despite himself. He felt two thick arms encircle him, peel him off the railing, press him up against a plush chest and a soft stomach.

(It was not lost on him, despite the illusion of privacy in this here corner, that they were in public. All but asking to be seen—which was far from their usual gig.)

“Sooo what?” Mark hummed, grinning.

“Shameless.”

“A little.”

“A lot.”

“The right amount,” Mark leaned down, making the most out of the situation by placing a shockingly chaste kiss to the underside of Adam's jaw, the drag of his stubble tickling just enough to chase a giggle out of him. “You like it.”

“That's a bold statement right there,” murmured Adam, letting his arms fall about Mark's shoulders; so broad, his hands didn't meet in the middle. The reminder of this man's sheer proportions, as ever, sent a little thrill through him.

“You gonna deny it?” Another kiss, a little to the left. Adam was impressed for the fact his knees hadn't yet given out. Granted, he did have supports.

“Mm, maybe,” he hummed, letting his eyes fall shut, fingers digging ever so slightly into the fabric of Mark's shirt. “Possibly. Depends.”

Mark hummed against the front of Adam's throat, the sound more so felt than heard in the way it reverberated throughout the column of his neck, thrumming along the underside of Adam's skin. On a whim, he hooked his ankle around one of Mark's legs.

“Y'know, we've still got an hour on this lane...”

“Wow,” Adam intoned dryly, “Truly didn't cheap out on me here. And you've got your priorities straight. Can't believe I'm not being mobbed by your manifold suitors every day of the week. Should probably start hitting the gym, you know, fend them off easier...”

“Lucky you're easy on the eyes,” remarked Mark, tone measured—though there was a warmth in his eyes, “'cause that mouth is doing you no favors.”

Adam cracked a smile, reveling in his turn to be a smug shit.

By this point, Adam had developed a strong sense that something wasn't right. Not to say something was wrong per se, but... Well, they'd been driving for upwards of thirty minutes now—and they still weren't home. ('Home' was used, here, very loosely.) He was quite certain it hadn't taken them even half as long to reach their very romantic destination initially. So, what gives?

In any case, Mark's hand was warm where it lay on his thigh. Very rarely did it move, only to switch gears on the odd occasion—and just as quickly, it’d return to its post. They haven't spoken much, but they didn't need to. The silence enveloping them was comfortable and cozy, like a blanket straight out of the dryer on a cold night. An oldies station played very softly, so much so Adam could hardly pick apart the words.

Frankly, he could doze off.

Out of nowhere (and perhaps it was a good thing, as his eyelids had gotten concerningly droopy), Mark spoke up. “There's uh,” he cleared his throat, “something in the back.”

Adam, too tired to needle ('There's uh, something in the back'—are you a caveman?), twisted in the passenger's seat to the best of his ability, pawing at the—true to his word—a box wrapped in brown paper. It sat just out of his reach. Took a few tries to propel it toward himself.

He looked at Mark, an eyebrow quirked.

“Well,” the other's eyes were firmly affixed to the road ahead, perhaps stubbornly so, “Open it.”

“It's for me?”

“Might be, if I don’t change my mind.”

Needing not be told twice, Adam swiftly undid the wrapping, balled it and carelessly tossed it to the floor.

Then stared, mouth agape, at that which was revealed.

A camera.

“How did you—”

“I didn't do anything,” Mark blurted out, tone on the side of defensive for some odd reason, “It was all Amanda. And Lawrence. I just did the wrapping, that's all.”

Adam couldn't tear his eyes away, turning the box this way and that (even though he couldn't really read or see much of anything, dark as it'd gotten.) A well-timed glance in Mark's direction—just as drove beneath a street-light—revealed a deep blush staining his cheeks, seemingly spreading down his neck.

Adam’s lips twitched. His throat tightened. His heart throbbed.

Softly, fondly, he said: “I can tell. It looked like shit.”

(He’d bet all his life savings—granted, there wasn't much there, but it was the thought that counted—that Amanda and Lawrence had less than nothing to do with this.)

“It did, didn't it?” Mark smiled, shoulders sagging. Perhaps with relief.

Adam set his hand atop Mark's, still sat on his thigh. Squeezed.

The silence resumed.

#saw #saw fanfic #hoffheight #adam faulkner stanheight #mark hoffman #n #fic request

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abominable-space-they · 1 year

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Ok but now I can't stop thinking about this

I need this story, it has so much bloody action rom-com Au potential

I physically can't stop thinking about how it would go down...

Say the Mizumono break up was real?

& Hannibal didn't follow the plan. He ran w/ Frederick instead just to be spiteful. Leaving a an easily FBI trackable trail specifically for Will to follow once he wakes up.

Alana didn't get pushed out a window because Hannigram were to busy breaking up for real to do all their carefully planned torture, so she's the one telling Will that Hannibal had been having an affair w/Chilton behind her(their) back once he does wake up.

Will dragging himself out of the hospital the second he's able to at all, still kinda weak, unmasked, no person suit, no sad wet cat, just furious & deadly, carrying a gun and his favorite hunting knife.

During the chase across Europe Hannibal is pretending to woo Frederick, wining and dining him, being seen with him very publically everywhere, taking him through all his past haunts. Frederick doesn't know the significance of the places they're going but Will does. Will is very much for real hunting them through the tour of Hannibal's past.

Frederick starts getting increasingly anxious about the bloody swath Will is cutting behind them... but doesn't want to believe Hannibal doesn't really love him. His ego can't take the strain. Hannibal giggling & kicking his feet at all the murder drama bc it means Will still cares enough to be jealous.

Maybe Will would snatch Bedelia too, thinking he could make Hannibal jealous right back. Bedelia and Will just mean girl snarking at each other all through Europe.

The Verger grab still happens more or less as originally planned.

Frederick & Bedelia end up sitting in an Italian hotel after the grab. He's trying to make polite conversation, pretending he's not relieved, while she's getting blisteringly high.

He says fuck it and joins her in tossing whiskey back like his life depends on it. Maybe it does anyway

Margot still lets Hannibal out of his restraints, he still saves Will. But Will isn't plausible deniability unconscious. They fight it out & make up(make out) while massacring everyone there together.

It was really just a misunderstanding after all.

The FBI gets an anonymous tip 5 days later about Muskrat farms. It was a blood bath, the pigs got out, they ate everything, including the two men hog tied in the barn. there was so much blood...

Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter were officially reported dead a month later after an extensive investigation.

Bedelia goes back to self medicating away her issues in seclusion, Frederick retires to write a book about the whole thing.

Because of her seclusion and acidic demeanor, no one really notices Bedelia's gone missing. Frederick leaves a note about writing a sequel to his best selling book, "Like Blood & Chocolate, One Year In Hannibal the Cannibal's Heart", at a private writing retreat. No one noticed he was actually missing for months.

When Alana went missing, people, the relevant people, understood what was going on. But it was much to late by then.

Vengeance would be had

Divine Retribution on the tip of their sacred tongues

The few people left who thought Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham might have a bone to pick with them scattered like rats abandoning a sinking ship.

That was their Design

If you were wise, you would run too.

Even though it's much to late

#hannibal au #fanfic #hannigram fanfiction #hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal x will #blood #canon dark will #dark will graham #canon compliant murder husband will graham #murder husbands #hannibal fandom

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top 5 anime and why unironically

i havent even seen 5 animes in my whole live i think, so here it's truly whatever was on my plate at some point-kinda presentation. will probably say a lot about the Era i was in back in the day, strap in, whippersnappers.

bleach. maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. it's like, you know how spn fans know very well the show stopped being good about 3 seasons in but kept watching till the end? bleach is the spn of the anime world. yet i must emphasise that there is a galaxy-sized distance between the importance of bleach in my life vs every other anime on this list. if you're trying to get into it post-factum, it won't work, you know in advance it's a waste of time, it's only when you were there personally to witness its 2.5 WE'RE SO BACK over the other fifty IT'S SO OVER's, its biggest rise in popularity, its peak of fame, its slow loss of fandom, its return, its undignified death. it's only when you were there personally to see all of that and stay because there's no going back already, must just as well sink with the ship. what WAS so good about it anyway? those 2.5 arcs, yea, then you eventually switch to the manga and see that Kubo had the best style out of everyone ever and his backgrounds were popping too, PLUS he's the only one obsessed with fashion so the characters never wore one thing for generations. even when there are uniforms, they are customised to each character and change every time-skip. i took it for granted all these years, big mistake. basically Kubo never really wanted to develop a story, he just wanted to have bleach forever and that was taken away from him, thus its disgraceful fall, but the fall happened primarily because he just didnt want to let go in the first place and any chance he gets at some anniversary stuff, he immediately tries shoving some cliffhangers in as a chance to bring it back. well. the fans are here. we'd be there.

soul eater, which honestly i only watched bc it was initially very funny. kinda cool but primarily just very funny, which it stopped being about halfway through, and that's when i bailed. it also still has the best opening of all anime to this day. also what was funny is how anime ended years before the manga did and mangaka was sooo angy about how they fucked up the ending but then the manga ending came out and it was just the same shit minus some details, from what i've seen. i also have a keychain with several characters that i got in like 2009, it then lay dormant in some sarcophagus for most of the years until 2023 and emerged in perfect condition. no idea what kind of enamel this is but it's like it's brand new, and it's defs the more cool merch to show around than whatever i had of bleach.

kaiketsu zorro, aka yes, the zorro anime. so far i've seen less than 10 episodes but to me it's just the best zorro adaptation that ever existed. they grind diego's reputation into MOLECULES there's NOTHING left of his dignity it's honestly so incredible, plus we're shaping up a good dozen of characters that have overly dramatic fics about them so i'm already anticipating so many otps to root for. i just expect total mayhem and boy am i looking forward to it.

trinity blood. maaaan it's basically like... you learn that the anime exists, you remember that its whole fame is 90% cosplay community, you look into the origins of the cosplay designs, which leads to discovering the light novels, then the manga, and only then you watch the anime in hysterics of what it fucking did to the source material. but it all started because of the anime and we have to alas somewhat respect that. trinity blood is one of those things you get into as an acknowledged doomsday, since you will never see it end, the death of the author will always be on your mind because the event haunts all those narratives at every angle, and his final notes don't actually resolve anything. post-armageddon priests vs vampires vs biblical elements vs science is just the most teenage boy premise, but it Was cool... the light novels were two, ROM and RAM i forget which was which, one was 4 years prior, the second was 4 years after, so two narratives that i think by the end were meant to lock in one place, one day two chapters would come out where the flash forward ends the whole series in a grand armageddon i bet, while the flashback chapter ends the prelude that started the flash forward in the first place. you see characters in flashbacks become bitter people in flashforwards, characters that have great presence in the past being completely absent in the present, which immediately starts Thoughts, the concept of everything was neat. never meant to be, now good luck trying to find both novels past volume 4, the manga doesnt adapt the flashback novels, the fandom is dead, the anime isn't of any help. doomsday place, doomsday fandom.

eh fuck it, shaman king. the russian version of the intro was one of the best sounding ones and thats as far as i can describe it because i wouldn't be able to recite the plot even if i tried. like pokemon for ghost people, truly. it felt like it had 1000 episodes.

#keep em top 5 coming #TB is no joke i only got post vol4 information from Dealers and even then it was just quick recaps #of chapters that do very much exist and been existing for 20 years #now nobody finds out that francesco has a half-brother who is on catherine's side and lusts after her #AX vs inquisition was pretty nice as is but spicing it up with the imagery of francesco vomiting himself to sleep #over his brother wanting to fuck his sister is just something no one gets to experience now

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THE COSTA CONCORDIA WAS A CRUISE SHIP THAT "SUNK" IN 2012

It was sailing around Giglio island near Italy and I think when it was docking, the captain got too close to the edge of the area (as what I've heard its bc he was being cocky and showing off to some women on the island because he was showing off how good of a captain he was to be able to maneuver his ship in such a tight spot). But anyway yeah, the ship ran ground bc he got too close to the side where it was shallow. The ship listed to the side and took on a lot of water, it didn't completely sink but remained halfway in the water while they tried to get people off the ship. According to the wikipedia, it took six hours to get everyone off the ship and 32 people ended up dying from it. The captain actually LEFT THE SHIP during the sinking which is a big no no bc the captain has to wait until everyone is off the ship or go down with it iirc (I dont know how all that stuff works I don't know a lot about maritime law. But the most interesting part of it to me is that they had to leave the ship in the water for SEVERAL YEARS before they were eventually able to dismantle it and get it out of the water. So the ship was just there rusting and deteriorating off the coast of the island for a really long time, there are so many cool pictures of the costa concordia and I was even able to find a video at one point of a family like documenting the cruise (I dont remember how many days into the journey it sunk) so there is like a home video of it somewhere that I was able to find. It's such a pretty ship too, one of the like key features of it was the emerald green color that is really cool but yeah stupid captain makes stupid mistakes and gets a lot of backlash, I don't remember what the charges were or if he was charged but people were VERY angry that he abandoned ship while people were still being evacuated

i looked up pictures before reading what you wrote and the very first thought i had was 'why tf were they so close to land where the water is clearly shallower ???

as awful as it is, wont lie that looking up pictures and details is very interesting since its a more recent event and since the ship didnt fully sink, so theres a lot of pics of its inside. i also found some wild pictures of people chilling at the beach with fucking ship wreck in the background like its nothing ajsashgsh what a time to be alive

#GIGGLES #i love when you tell me cool shit #you should do this forever actually #lua answers #phantom my beloved

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gas-station-chai · 11 months

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Pallet Cleanser for ur mind in the form of another AU <8

My normal TFTGS shipping delusions: everyone pinning after/being attracted to jack (Platonically or otherwise) and jack being none the wiser

My brain: what if it was reversed tho

Me: what

“Lovebug” AU (bc I’m uncreative) where Jack gets bitten by some weird, fucked up looking beetle behind the gas station (it was the same area he found starburst so he thought it was gonna be friendly and reached out to it) and he’s not bothered by it for the rest of the shift but over time he starts noticing how… affectionate, he’s being without meaning to.

He’s unconsciously standing so close to Rosa that they’re almost touching, holding onto Benji’s jacket before he leaves, tried holding O’Brien’s hand once, and even ends up hugging Jerry on accident a few times. At first it’s just the touching that’s an issue, especially bc it happens every time he spaces out/isn’t paying attention and his body just goes on autopilot. Then he starts catching himself staring at Rosa or Jerry (he’d be informed later that he looked textbook lovestruck by Benji later), or even blurting out some embarrassing confessions to O’Brien and Benji (with Amy he told her that she was really good at ordering him around and he didn’t mind if she did it more often, and he offhandedly mentioned to B that he liked it whenever he manhandled him cos he was ‘moving too slow’)

-Standing too close to Rosa or unconsciously holding her hand, Rosa never said anything about it, but whenever jack caught himself he apologized profusely and made an effort to sit further away from her at the counter. But every time he stopped focusing on it, his body always found its way back to her. He felt like he was being possessed again, but now he wished this weird urge was as simple as digging holes rather than putting his social life in a hole.

-Working with Benji almost as bad. It didn’t happen as often, since Jack saw him most when he was about to take over for a shift, but there were a few times where Benji was moving to leave with jack waving him off, only for him to stop in his tracks. Jack is already zoned in on his book, so he doesn’t bother asking if something’s wrong at first. But he can feel Benji’s eyes on him after a second so he looks up. “Something wrong?”

Benji tilts his head down at, and Jack follows his gaze down his extended arm, then to his hand, which is holding the edge of his coworker’s jacket and preventing him with leaving.

It only happened around a handful of times, each with Jack wanting to die from embarrassment as he apologized with the excuse of, “new meds, you know?”, before benji finally started learning to just stand out of arms reach of his boss when he left.

-The one that shocked him the most was with Jerry. Apparently, it was happening for weeks without Jack even knowing, which baffled him to no end, especially since Jerry himself didn’t say anything about it. The only reason he knew about it was because Rosa saw it happen recently.

It was just her and Jack working that night, but Jerry had decided to visit. He came in caked from the knees down in mud, coming right up to Jack and babbling about the “weird new god he met in the swamp” before Jack interrupted him and told him to rinse the mud off his boots before he hoses him down behind the gas station. When Jerry takes off to the bathroom sink, Rosa is looking at jack incredulously.

“What?”

“What was that for?”

Jack is taken aback. He thought that the request was reasonable.

“Well, you just mopped like an hour ago so I—“ Rosa shakes her head.

“No, no, I mean. The hug! ”

Jack furrows his brow.

“The… hug?

“Yeah, you just hugged him!”

“I did what now?”

This was another weird symptom to add to the new growing list of concerns (one that he’d probably lock away in the vault by the end of the day). Jack sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“I… I dunno. It’s a first for me.”

“No it’s not!” Jerry interjected as he made his way out of the bathroom, only a little less muddy than he was previously. Jack stared him down for an explanation. “You’ve been hugging me in greeting and parting for the last couple of weeks, dude. I thought this was your way of relieving stress or something.” He explained with a shrug.

-Jack absentmindedly reaching for Amy’s hand in the car goes a little like this:

A: what do you think you’re doing?

J: what?

A: your hand. It’s on mine.

J, looking down: …

J, pulling his hand away and cringing: reaching for… your gun??

Jacks so very bad at lying to his friends

#lovebug!jack au #chai writes stuff #chai guy can't finish his prompts for shit #jackerry #rojack #jackamy #benjijack #oblivious jack is nice and all but #jack being painfully aware of how whipped he is for multiple people?#thats funny as hell #tftgs #tales from the gas station #tftgs au

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oriocookie · 2 years

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drew please give me the ugly doll dream details I’m scrolling ur blog and v intrigued -meri

ok. a few things you need to know: 1) i was seven and had just gotten an ugly doll (the pink one, from the movie) 2) they were advertising for ugly dolls back then and if i remember correctly i saw an advertisement in a mechanic shop window? either it was that or nowadays its a mechanic shop window and back then it was something else 3) this was over 10 years ago so some things are fuzzy, especially dialogue and background details, but i promise i have the main idea of everything i can remember 4) anyone who doesnt have context: i dreamed up the start and what is basically a better plot to the uglydolls movie when i was seven. heres the full thing.

the dream started off with, and i swear to god, the exact same sequence in the movie. with the fuckin duck. he got knocked off the assembly line bc he wasn't perfect and he fell through a pipe and landed in a big pile of fabric scraps and fluff.

he was the main character in my dream and he felt bad that these other dolls always felt terrible about themselves because there were all these posters on the wall of what they were Supposed to look like. He tried to tear them down but they were made of metal and he couldnt get them off.

So he went up into the Boxed World (thats what it was called, everyone stayed in their boxes on the shelf and waited to be shipped out) and found a doll who's box was a little open. i think it was like one of those 18in american girl doll ripoffs. she was staying very still and quiet bc if any of the machines noticed her box was open shed be sent back for repackaging and if they did THAT theyd notice that her hand/thumb (cant remember) was a bit cracked and theyd get rid of her.

so this toy being a squeaky duck, he drew the machines attention, and then she just fuckinf. ran for it. bust out of her box, scooped duckie up, and just ran. duckie pointed out where to go to get to the rejects village and she jumped into the pipe

as she was sliding her hand/thumb broke off(i really think it was her hand but im having so many visuals of a cracked ag doll thumb attached to this memory so who knows)

and they both tumbled into the reject village.

doll was really sad that her hand/thumb came off so one of the other ugly dolls made a mitten to cover it! and she was so proud of it because the mitten matched the rest of her red clothes.

ok so there was a couple things that happened, i dont remember so blah blah blah fast forward

the doll tells the ugly dolls that theres a boat leaving tonight to ship the dolls to different stores. they all hatch a plan to sneak aboard and try to find families of their own. there was a big squishy group hug that i think im still yearning for deep down.

the way they got on the boat was to climb up one of the factory smokestacks and jump. and i remember a bunch of them surrounded the doll and became like a cushion since she might break and the rest of them wouldnt. and they jumped onto the ship and snuck down to the storage rooms, where a boxed doll yelled at them and said they had no place on the boat.

they just left her yelling in her box and hid under a bench?? i think it was?? on the ship deck.

anyway boat starts sinking

there was an unoccupied life boat on the deck and all the dolls clamber inside. then the other dolls in their boxes start floating to the top. one floats close enough and it's the mean doll from before. shes trapped in her box and pounding on the inside and freaking out.

our doll whips off her mitten and uses her jagged hand/thumb to saw through the mean dolls box and bindings and frees her, helping her climb into the lifeboat. she doesnt immediately throw her arms around our doll but shes a lot quieter about sharing a boat with "rejects" (i remember that she called them that bc i had JUST learned that word)

days pass. good thing toys dont need to eat. theyre all asleep in a pile when suddenly the boat bumps up on shore.

the dolls all sit up, falling off each other, and peek over the edge of the boat. the beach is pretty much empty, except for a few fishers and a walker.

the boat starts to slide back into the water, and they all scramble out. after a quick discussion, they decide to just scatter on the beach and hope kids might find them.

the duck takes a seat in the sand, and feels eyes on him. its our doll, watching him fearfully. "i'm scared." she says. "i'm broken."

"so are the rest of us." the duck says, moving to join her. "but i'll stay near you, and maybe someone will pick up both of us."

they both lay back on the sand, a few hours later, a little girl, about four, finds them, and takes them both home.

and every night, they get to snuggle up with their kid.

#none of them have names i am VERY SORRY #this is confusing as all hell #its almost 1 im going to bed #uglydolls #ugly dolls

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stilldancewithyou · 2 years

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hello I was the anon who left you the (4/4) messages about dreading Conrad slander haha anyways just wanted to say I love your response! Especially the part about how the different loves belly has with the boys is like art/you’re supposed to feel something!! that’s how I felt reading the books :) anyways just wanted to come back and ask how you felt about this love at the end of s1 to me it’s THEE belly Conrad song but more so for book three? For me I feel like wildest dreams playing there would’ve been so fitting especially knowing what happens in the very next book and it fits with the misunderstood side of Conrad that everyone has!! (Although Tbh I feel like JH mixed a lot of the entire series esp book 3 into the first season) nonetheless I hope they can reuse this love for s3 (if we get book3 in s3) bc it’s just so perfect for them 🥹 side note: I wish the BC ending had better build up bc they didn’t really address when (or even “if” I suppose since they could go that route) she left jere it was just kinda sudden that she was with Conrad lol I mean I’m happy as a BC shipper but the pacing was whack in that last episode I felt like the show just needed like one more or maybe just an extra 10 mins to give us a bit more build up to the final scene of them

hi! I'm so glad you checked back in! 😊

um yes, I loved that This Love played over that final scene for them! Especially the part of the song that starts playing- "tossing, turning struggled through the night with someone new, and I could go on and on...lantern burning flickered in my mind, only you, but you were still gone...been losing grip on sinking ships, you showed up just in time" can we take a moment to appreciate how that last line about losing grip and you showed up just in time is perfect for Conrad in that moment??? And "struggled through the night with someone new" flawless song choice. But I also love how it works with the entire relationship and journey through all of the books! The way they each let the other go but always find their way back to each other...I love it. Also the lyrics "when you're young you just run but you come back to what you need" and "this love is glowing in the dark" I just love for Belly and Conrad. I think it was the perfect song for that moment! Although I was still recovering from The Way I Loved You and everyone crying a scene prior so the first watch through of it I was going through it by the time This Love came on lol. I agree it would be so nice to see that song or Lover be used again later on. Like a reprise.

In regards to the last scene pacing-wise...I agree. It was wack af. I loved it, I loved how similar it was to that moment in the book and I was thrilled they ended up together but it was weird. Like they just slapped it on. We went from crying and the dinner scene to the next morning on the beach. I at least wanted to see her walking out there, or being asked to go look for him, and some kind of conversation or knowing shared look between her and Jeremiah. something to wrap it and make it make more sense. In the book she goes out there looking for him because after spending the night with Jere and THAT scene with Conrad as she leaves Jere's room, they don't know where Conrad is and she immediately knows where to find him, and I would have loved to see that on screen. I think she wasn't officially dating Jere (she told Steven something about deciding who she dates, but she and Jeremiah never used that word. and there was a huge emphasis on Steven and Shayla having a big convo about being exclusive and how the "cheating" wasn't really cheating bc of that, I'm convinced the point of that was to show they're the only ones who are *actually* dating). And the final scene was definitely the morning after the ball, the sun was out and Conrad was still in his suit although Belly had changed, it reminded me of the scene at the end of the first episode when she talked to him on the beach in the morning and told him he can't smoke if she can't smoke (and then she missed Cam's boat bc of that!!!). I really liked that parallel. The idea that they both know to find each other on the beach.

Idk how a conversation between Belly and Jeremiah would have looked after the ball and all of THAT though..."hey jere, thanks for being my escort, I appreciate and had a great time even though you only did the escort dance you (apparently) choreographed and then disappeared at the part that was most important to me, leaving me feeling humiliated in front of everyone and thankfully Conrad stepped in to save the day but then you reappeared and punched your brother humiliating the entire family in front of everyone at the ball so...yeah it was great and all but I will always be in love with Conrad" it's gonna be sooo awkward whenever it does happen in s2 and I am here for the drama.

ALSO ALSO- I have always loved the idea of Wildest Dreams for them and when Jenny first teased Taylor Swift songs in the show I was convinced it was that one! "He's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad but he does it so well" are you kidding me??? that was written for Conrad. It would so perfectly heartbreaking if they play Wildest Dreams over the scene at the end of the third book where Conrad is giving her the necklace and saying goodbye, as he kisses her on the cheek and leaves...it would really be beautiful for that moment as the audience is left to wonder for a few minutes if this is it between them, if they'll see each other again. @ Jenny Han are you taking notes????

#conrad fisher #belly conklin #belly x conrad #team conrad #jeremiah fisher #taylor swift #this love #wildest dreams #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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Hi! Dont know if you remember the anon who wrote in about applying for jobs and a phone interview, but that me 👋🏽

I GOT THE JOB!!!! And the benefits are amazing! Pay could be a bit better but it’s not bad, and it gets me out of a toxic work environment and closer to family and friends! Just wanted to say thanks again for sharing what you were doing job hunt wise bc that literally directly contributed to me applying for and getting this job and getting to a better place! 🫰🏽💕

I hope your new job is going well!!

Yes! I remember you, hun!

You got the job?! That's wonderful, I am so proud of you and I'm happy that you didn't give up. I'm happy that the job was a good move for you, I really think people should consider their own happiness when they apply for jobs. I feel humbled that me sharing that little look into my life helped give you a little push! I will keep cheering you on from over here! Keep up the good work!!

I left the job last month. It was a franchise bossiness and it wasn't being run properly. They didn't keep schedules and my paycheck was short two different times and it was a decent amount of money that was missing . I tried to give them the benefit of doubt since they were just starting out, but I had bills to pay and kids to take care of.

Plus management was weird. They were have a power struggle between the store manager and the franchise owner. A day after I left, the store manager was fired and it's just a sinking ship in my eyes. Everyone there was starting to look for new jobs.

Right now, I'm back at home with my youngest...but I'm still on the hunt for a work from home job. Something will come along, I'm not stressing it. As much as it drives me crazy that I have no money to my name, it's nice being able to write whenever I want and work on my youngest's speech.

Again, I am so happy for you and please feel free to stop by anytime to share your succusses! Rooting for you, always!

Love,

Chaos

#soc asks #soc answers #soc anon #this makes me so happy #doing big things #keep it up hun

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alivegirlmari · 1 year

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hii it's the same anon from rose's blog hopping over here because your tags on that mari post are so. yeah. it IS an inevitable car crash she is creating that which destroys her BECAUSE she's so scared it's so!!!! and YESSS there's a REASON why there are only two people she regularly like. makes fun of or snaps at and it's because everyone else will bite back in some way, because they know and she knows that she IS so close to the bottom of that totem pole. it's something she does out of social survival but it's both obvious enough to everyone where her position in the group is that it's kind of futile, and it pisses enough people off that it's probably dooming her further. thank you fellow mari warrior for your service she's so funny but if i think about her too long she makes me sad

HIIII anon hiii sorry for answering this late but please know you can ALWAYS hop into my inbox bc the mari stans need to stick together. it’s hard out here for us AND our girl 💔 this is long as hell so putting it under a readmore :-)

anyways ur last line is soo real. mari reminds me so much of jackie in the sense that they’re literally just sad teen girls!! yes ofc everyone else is too but bc neither really contribute majorly (in both the literal sense of contributing to the group the way nat-as-hunter does, and in the driving the plot sense the way lottie and tai do), their characters feel so much more grounded and real. bc without the possession and dreams and sleepwalking and relationship drama, everything's stripped away and you're just left with a scared teenage girl at the centre, desperate to survive. but mari lives when jackie doesn't bc mari does adapt!! mari moves with the status quo, and mari sides with power. and yet! she doesn't have that power herself! she's shielded by it at times, but she's not holding the shield itself, so ofc it can always be used against her. which is the whole point! nothing she does is enough to save her! mari, to me, feels like a character who barely scrapes by, if that makes sense? or like, a character who is at least never close to being on top. a real 'i submitted the assignment five mins before it was due' beat. the 'i made the cut off, made it into the next round, but ranked in last place' special. aka: she's doomed! she's a car-crash girl!

and sooo true about the futility of snapping at the only two people she can...like who is it helping/hurting, exactly? crystal & misty didn't really give a fuck because they were *secure* in themselves (see: not minding the taste of snackie, wanting to make snackie broth, generally being unapologetic), and also had each other. mari has akilah, which i don't think is enough (esp now that akilah's integrating herself into things, and has been given a reason to get home lol), and mari isn't secure! she's defensive when ben questions the cannibalism, she makes awkward jokes about it, she shot down the broth idea, she clings to whoever has power even when it seems like a sinking ship (insisting on the competition rules when there was a moose to save), she desperately needs a leader. as you said, being mean to crusty - while #valid - is like, 'oh look, i'm not your number one target, look at these two losers, i've got power and status over you two, this makes me (feel) safe'. but mari IS the loser in everyone else but crusty's stories lmao! all she's doing is just making that clearer!! it's not only futile but also like, incredibly short-sighted: what does she think would happen if crystal and misty just stopped existing? who'd be on the bottom then?

so yeah i'm v v v excited to see her maybe get even more bitchy now that crystal's gone, i think (hope) it'll shake her. she's operating on a whole different dimension of fear lmaooo, she's gonna be scared for normal reasons (someone is missing/dead) AND bc she's another notch lower on the totem pole now!! and she'll know it!! the literal only target she has left is misty, who is a) about to be useful and deliver a baby, and b) potentially at her most fragile (not emotionally, just in terms of looking suspicious & her role in the group being less secure bc of it) in the wake of crystal dying. so i wonder how that'll effect their three seconds of shared screentime dskdkfdsdfmf. i think they're really similar honestly, in terms of understanding the power of power, control, status. can a weirdgirl and a hatergirl ever be friends? not in this cabin unfortunately </3 (idk if you've seen it but misty's actress was like 'yeah if crystal hadn't befriended her she probs would've ended up snapping mari's neck' lmao)

idek if this all makes sense im running on 5hrs of sleep but feel free to message me anything about mari nolastname or anyone/anything else whenever!!! ty for sending this ask!!!!

#above all else: i am literally just saying shit. and it is also 4am.#long post #ask #anon #mari

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hello yes i’m OBSESSED with your writing so if you’re still taking prompts maybe “please look at me” bc i also have an unhealthy relationship with pre-tlo percabeth angst and live for pining percy

SYD U GAVE ME THIS AND I JUST HAD TO PUT ALL MY PROMPTS ASIDE!!! because how could i not!!!

for what i wrote, i kind of mention this clarisse one-shot.

anyway enjoy <3, since I sort of went crazy with percy being powerful :) like i always do :) and of course, pre-tlo percabeth :)

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The waves had grown restless these past few days. Violent, brutal. The night was quiet, the moon hidden beneath darkened clouds, drenching the camp in heavy ink. Percy knew many demigods proclaimed it as the quiet before the storm. They couldn’t have been more wrong.

All he heard was noise.

He’d been like this—unsteady, overwhelmed—for some time, now. Everywhere he went, he felt like a ship sailing into giant waves, water crashing against his deck, threatening to bring him under.

Grover would’ve understood, maybe. But Grover, like the moon, had vanished. That only left a few of his other friends—and of course—Annabeth.

Percy couldn’t avoid her gaze, no matter how much he wanted to. She was always there, watching. Maybe she awaited the day when he’d sink to the power of those waves that plagued the beach, that plagued him. Maybe she anticipated with bated breath on the day when he’d turn sixteen and he’d have to make one decision that would change everything.

Nevertheless, she’d drift away from him. Then come back, again and again.

It drove him crazy, how much their relationship had changed with the times and circumstances. Only now, Annabeth wasn’t what bothered him.

His gut was.

It tightened and loosened, the same way the currents flowed to the rhythm of his rushing blood. He could hear that now, too.

His blood. The sea. The clashes against rock.

Everything was beating to a powerful symphony of drums.

But worst of all was his gut.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

Percy knew there was a war. He had nightmares about it, in fact. Nightmares leading to frantic waking-ups from the feeling of lava burning into his skin. But he hadn’t sensed the war’s presence so strongly in all his three years of attending camp as he did now—and he felt it, because the source of conflict had to do with the sea.

The shadows of cabin three clung to his skin in a comfortable blanket, but he couldn’t ignore this dread. It had trickled patiently into his system for a week now, culminating to this exact moment. He couldn’t sit still. He had to leave. Now.

Not long after stumbling outside while shoving his armor on did he hear the conch horn ringing as a warning. The lookouts had seen something. His legs moved faster.

Doors of other cabins began to smash open, and with it came the spilling of panicked campers. He was already way ahead of them, though.

“To the beach!” someone cried.

Percy arrived just in time to see Chiron assemble with Michael Yew and Austin Lake. The sons of Apollo. They’d apparently been the ones on night duty. The centaur saw Percy before the others made out his heavy footfalls.

“Percy,” Chiron said. “Thank the gods you’re here.”

“There’s something,” he gasped, doubling over once he’d reached them. “There’s something out there,” he finally managed to say, gulping mouthfuls of air. “The sea.”

They already knew, however. The conchorns were signal enough. But what was more obvious was the glimpse of the giant tail, jutting out of the water like a spear cutting through flesh.

The breath he’d managed to find from his mad dash was stolen away at the sight of the monster.

“Yeah,” Austin said, swallowing. “There’s something out there, alright.”

Chiron eyed Percy warily. “My boy. We are dealing here with something I fear that you are only capable of stopping.”

“Yeah, well...it looks like a pretty big fish. I—”

A howl punctured the atmosphere—probably the same sea monster he’d seen earlier. Percy gasped, feeling a stabbing jolt in his stomach. He didn’t know why this sudden change of the sea was affecting him so, but he had to stay strong. So he stood up straight and concentrated on his breathing.

“Are you alright?” Austin asked, studying him.

Percy looked at Chiron, who met his eyes as well. You have to be, his teacher seemed to say.

“I...I think so.”

Michael chose the moment to turn his back on the sea, blowing the conchorn once more. He shouted at the incoming campers, “Greek fire! We need Greek fire!”

The rest of the multitude showed up right away, Hephaestus kids priming canons while others exchanged weaponry. Through all of it, Percy’s gut became a pressure cooker, a fist closing around glass, about to break. He cried out in agony just as a tidal wave shook the world. Falling to his knees, his arms encircled his middle, muffling that pain. He wanted nothing but to make it stop.

He vaguely heard a sound of surprise, coming from someone nearby, then the rush of hands holding onto his shoulders. They helped somewhat, a comfort to the madness.

The hands were warm and soothing. The voice of the person became clearer. He knew that voice. He knew those hands.

Annabeth appeared in his vision, all worry lines and pinched eyebrows. She said something to him again, but the words might’ve been ghosts; the stampeding blood behind his ears was too thunderous to make out anything else.

He closed his eyes and concentrated like he had earlier.

Sharp as a blade, his senses switched to the outside world.

“Are—are you okay?” Annabeth was saying. “You doubled over, and I…”

“No.” He opened his eyes to meet hers. They matched the storm that raged across the sea. “I—I’m not okay. I need to stop this, I need—”

“We were just discussing strategy,” she said. He was glad for the distraction she’d offered. “The Scolopendra isn’t just any ordinary sea monster.”

“The Scolo what?”

She helped him stand up, steadying him with her arms.

“The Scolopendra,” she repeated. “A child of Keto. It’s one of the biggest sea monsters in existence, and it won’t leave the camp border.”

“No shit.”

Annabeth ignored him, glancing backwards at where the monster had last been seen. “There’s no telling what it can do. There’s barely any recordings of it.” She swiveled back to him. “Chiron says that it can control the tide. It might be capable of drowning the camp if we don’t kill it.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“I told Chiron that we needed to try my strategy first. As in, bombing it with Greek fire before we go with the last approach.”

“And what would that last approach be?”

He had some idea, but before Annabeth could speak, the creature shot out of the water, faster than lightning. He only caught a glimpse of the crayfish-like tail and rows of webbed feet before it disappeared again.

“That looks like a giant shrimp,” he declared.

A giant shrimp that was probably capable of crushing a decently-sized trireme. Shrimpzilla, he was about to call it, as a way to lighten the mood. But he thought better of it, once he saw the hard line of Annabeth’s lips as she watched the campers rev up the Greek fire.

The Scolopendra dared to peek out of the waves for the third time, giving the chance for Beckendorf to yell out an order. Instantly, canyons discharged the green substance directly towards the monster.

It roared defiantly, maybe in pain, maybe in anger. No one was sure, because as soon as the night sky lit up with green flames, the Scolopendra crashed against the water like a wrecking ball. For a moment, all was silent.

No one dared breathe.

Annabeth squeezed Percy’s shoulder. She looked hopeful, as if relieved that she didn’t have to go with the second plan.

Chiron’s tail twitched. Beckendorf held out a hand, urging the campers to wait. Some stood anticipatedly, swords ready. He saw Clarisse in the front line, her electric spear aimed at the sea and crackling with energy.

Percy sensed what was about to happen next before he heard it.

“Annabeth,” he said frantically. “Annabeth, we have to go. Now.”

“What? But—”

“NOW!”

He’d already separated himself from her, yelling at the rest of the campers to leave. They didn’t have the chance; milliseconds later, the Scolopendra appeared. It bellowed with the power of a thousand hurricanes. Many campers covered their ears.

To everyone’s horror, it had closed in on the shore, its back legs likely reaching the sand floor as it rose to its full, terrifying height. Lightning crackled, and with it, came another roar.

“No,” he muttered. “No, everyone get out!”

Too late. The monster had already spit out a million gallons’ worth of salt water.

Instinctively, Percy let out a yell and threw his hands out.

The water halted in midair, rippling like a broken mirror. It was as if time had slowed down, as if Kronos himself had been the one to interfere. But Kronos wasn’t interfering. It was all Percy—with nothing but his willpower. A bead of sweat rolled down from his temple.

Annabeth reached him just as he cried out and threw the water back to the sea with everything he had, forcing the giant shrimp to hide as well.

He caught his breath while Annabeth looked back and forth. From him to the sea, from the sea to him.

She shook her head at no one in particular. “The plan didn’t work.”

“No shit.”

Then she gazed at him again. “Thank you for doing that, Perce.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “No problem.”

“About the second plan...”

“I have to kill it, don’t I?”

“I...maybe. But we can help—”

“It isn’t a maybe. It is a certainty,” a voice said, strong and firm.

They both turned around.

“Chiron,” Annabeth said. “How can he possibly—”

“He’s the only one capable,” the horseman said. “You know that better than most.”

Her eyes flicked to Percy. Memories flashed through his mind. A quick, burning kiss. A promise. Then, the way fire engulfed him. The call of the sea. An explosion, strong enough to wake one of the most dangerous monsters of all.

When the bombard was over, he understood. He had to face this monster alone, like he had with the telkhines.

“Okay,” he finally said.

“Okay, what?”

Chiron nodded at him, ignoring Annabeth’s question. Without glancing back, he retreated to where the rest of the demigods were watching by the sand dunes as a precaution.

“I need to face him alone,” Percy told her, once Chiron was gone.

“No! Percy, that thing is bigger than—”

“I’m the only one that can’t drown, Annabeth!” He grasped her shoulders so that she was looking directly at him. “If anyone can do it, it’s me.”

“Don’t think I can’t see what’s going on with you,” she said, voice bitter and rough. “You’re distant, like, like the ocean is—”

“We’re both growing distant, ‘Beth. That’s not the problem right now.”

She pushed his hands away. “And that’s not what I’m talking about, and you fucking know that!”

Before he could reply, the monster's call came again. A reminder that this night wasn’t over.

“Please. Just trust me on this, Annabeth. I have to try. It’s our last option. You said so yourself: it may be capable of drowning the entire camp.”

She said nothing, not even sparing him a glance.

“And—and I don’t know why I’m like this! Maybe it’s because I can feel the ocean getting agitated, or because the war is getting worse, or—”

He realized it, then. Annabeth's tears. They were silent rivers, flowing gently down her cheeks and into her mouth. Flowing down to where everything ended up, to the sea.

“Hey,” he said, approaching her slowly. He took both of her hands in his, but she repelled away from his touch. “Please, ‘Beth.”

This time, he cupped her damp cheek, moving it in his direction. “Please look at me.”

And when she finally obliged, her gaze was fractured with glistening tears, like diamonds.

“I can’t lose you again,” she whispered.

Percy had yearned for too long; he let go of that rope tugging him in the opposite direction and instead let Annabeth in. They melted into each other, both shamelessly giving away the little warmth they preserved. It was the kind of hug that felt like a lifeline, the kind that made them both sway like the tide.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into her curls.

She held him tighter. “I missed you, too.”

“But I have to fight this one myself.”

Annabeth pulled away slightly—and when he saw the look on her face—he knew that she knew.

“HEY, SHRIMPZILLA!”

The Scolopendra reared its head, even uglier up close. Its nostrils flared with hairs, beady eyes staring down at him. When he charged, the monster bellowed and threw itself in the water, sending sprays taller than a house.

But none of it touched Percy.

He didn’t stop running, a plan in mind. Meanwhile, the sea churned around him in one giant mass of power, but it parted with each step he took, forming a trail of now exposed ocean floor. Water collided with the sky, flying with the salt in the air.

Hello, friend, it seemed to say. Or rather, hum. The sea was a song, and he was just there to dance to its melody.

The Scolopendra had disappeared again.

He didn’t look back, though he knew the entire camp was there, watching—maybe in awe, but he didn’t care enough to find out. He kept walking, alone, surrounded by a pool of green and blue. Was this how Moses felt, In those stories he’d heard? Bricks of ocean water, flinging up into the sky, just so that Percy could pass. The feeling distracted him from the objective.

That’s what he’d argue later, because Percy can’t explain how the monster managed to sneak up to him that easily.

The pool of green seemed endless. There was a moment where nothing moved, not even the water. But then something did tug him violently, up, up into the sky.

For a second, he couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream out, the breath stolen from his lungs and the icy rush of air when flung into the sky nauseating. The only feeling he knew was of the Scolopendra and its death grip on his entire body.

With each second, the roiling waters grew farther and farther away. The Scolopendra’s growl, however, couldn’t have sounded closer. Sharp claws sank into his chest and arms. If he didn’t react now, he’d be eaten before the next flash of lightning struck the sea.

Somehow, he managed to uncap Riptide.

And with a scream, he stabbed, as hard as he could.

“Hey. Want company?” A soft voice said.

He craned his neck around.

Annabeth subconsciously made the world easier to look at. Especially now, as she stood behind him in the pier with the last vestiges of harsh sun striking her back. Her stance was stiff, hesitant. He understood why.

So instead his eyes bored into his lap. He shrugged.

That was a sign enough for her. She crouched next to him, pulling her legs under herself and then flinging them out to where the wooden planks ended and the open air began, toes nearly kissing the placid lake.

She sat next to him, quiet as the wind. It took a few seconds or minutes or hours before she decided to speak.

“I’m sorry.”

From his peripheral vision, he could tell that she’d been studying him instead of watching the reflection of herons flying above the water. Something he’d thought she’d been doing. Apparently not.

It also took him seconds or minutes or hours before he could respond.

“What for?”

She exhaled, “Letting you go alone. Being a part of the campers who…”

She didn’t finish that sentence. He knew why.

Being a part of the campers who abandoned you alone after what you did.

“S’okay. I get it.”

A lie. He didn’t get it.

“Doesn’t make it right.”

He stared at his hands. “Guess not.”

The details of the fight were yet to go away. The memories were still fresh—like his mother’s batch of cookies whenever he came home from camp. Teeth were ever-present in his mind. And those webbed hands. Those twisted sounds as a monster choked on its own blood.

Afterward, everyone had taken a step back. Even Annabeth and Chiron seemed to contemplate him as though he were doomed. Maybe he was.

“I wish Grover were here.”

“Yeah,” Annabeth sighed. She kicked her leg up, swatting at some mosquitos. “Me too.”

“He’d pull our shit together, fix everything.” He found himself sounding wistful, longing for a missing piece of himself all of a sudden.

She didn’t reply to that. They both missed their best friend. Now, more than ever. Percy tried to not dwell too much on the fact that Grover hadn’t responded to his Iris Messages or to his calls from their shared empathy link.

“I’m sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“No, Percy. I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“Just look at me.”

He did the opposite, gazing at the trees to his left. They were a deep, mystical green. The colors looked like the ocean, where he’d displayed his powers for everyone to see. Worst mistake of his life. He realized that tears had begun to form in his eyes; he quickly blinked them away.

“Percy,” Annabeth insisted.

Her tone wasn’t hash or demanding—but rather, a light pink sky. A hand brushing his, sweet and tender. He noticed that it wasn’t just his imagination; glancing down, he found her fingers ghosting against his knuckles.

“Please look at me.”

This was eerily familiar. It hit him, then, that he’d said those exact words when she’d panicked about him going alone to fight the Scolopendra.

Hesitantly, his eyes focused on her face. Her freckles were there, golden like the rest of her. Only now, her eyes were rimmed with tears.

Something changed inside them both. She stared at him, he stared at her. Her face contorted, and the both broke down, crumbling like ruins with the slightest gust.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, clinging to his shirt.

“Me too,” he murmured back.

He held unto her as if she were a life force, breathing in her lemony scent. Tears were exchanged, mingling in the other’s hair. They held each other, an embrace that didn’t deserve to end. It only made him cry harder, while Annabeth held him closer.

“Why are you sorry?”

He couldn’t say it out loud.

I’m sorry for why we’re like this. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m sorry for leaving.

Instead, he pulled away. He studied her, every single feature, from those grey eyes and that upturned nose to those curls that no longer appeared to look like a princess.’ They were just Annabeth’s.

“I scared you,” he said.

His arms loosened around her, just now realizing how long they’d hugged, but their hands stayed interlocked—like some sort of middle ground.

She regarded him, eyebrows furrowed. “I can’t ever be scared of you,” she said matter-of-factly. “You’re my best friend, Perce.”

He looked away. “Everyone else was.”

“I should have gone to you after—I just...I thought you were angry at me.”

Their hands separated. “Why would I be angry at you?”

“Because I let you handle all of it alone. The monster, the campers—”

“‘Beth.” He took her hands again, cupping them with his. “I couldn’t ever be angry at you.”

“That’s not true,” she said wryly.

An observation, not an accusation. Still, that didn’t make it hurt any less. He recalled the shouting, the fights. The only thing they looked for in those moments was to hurt the other, twist and pull at any chink in the armor they could find.

She winced, remembering that, too. “Sorry.”

His mouth twitched. “You’ve said ‘sorry’ too many times. It’s getting repetitive.”

She hit his shoulder playfully. “Well, I mean it.”

He didn’t retort anything back. They found peace in this lake, once again gazing at the horizon.

“It’s not true what you said, either,” he said, his mind lingering on what she’d told him earlier. “You’re scared, as well.”

The sound of the incoming crickets carried on in Annabeth’s hesitation.

That is, until she said, “I am. Scared. I’m scared.” He glanced over. She was staring in his direction, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I.”

She laughed, breathless. “See that’s what scares me. What else can you do? Honestly?”

He shrugged, turning away from her.

“How’d you do that, anyway?”

“I defeated it, didn’t I?” It was better to deflect than to answer her question.

Defeating the monster should’ve been what mattered, anyway.

“Percy.”

“Annabeth,” he said, in the same condescending tone.

“All I’m saying is that you could hurt yourself. You don’t know what you’re capable of. And then when your birthday happens—”

“You think I’m going to destroy Olympus or something?” He shook his head. “I should’ve known that you’d side with the gods on that, too. You think that they should kill me?”

“What? Percy, I’d never—”

He whirled, facing her, and finally let go of all those pent-up thoughts that just like the sea, wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Just admit it, Annabeth! Admit that it freaked you out that I blood bended or whatever the fuck Chiron called it! Admit, that it freaked you out how I killed that monster! That I’m fucking cursed!”

“Percy Jackson, you are not—”

“Yes, I am. Why would my dad give me powers like that? Huh? Just say it with me: you’re scared—of me.”

Her eyes were red, face hard as stone. Just like her voice when she said, “Look. I just wanted to help. But if you want to sit in your self pity, then go for it! You clearly don’t need me.”

She made no move to leave, however.

Their eyes held, until the anger from both of them melted. He huffed out a breath, shoulders hunching. “We can’t ever stop fighting, can we?”

She sighed.

“Guess not.”

“I won’t do that again.”

She lifted her chin. “Why?”

“Like you said. Scared you.”

That made her purse her lips.

“You’re not cursed, Percy. You know that, right?”

She reached for his hand. It was becoming a strange routine. Finding comfort in hand holding and then dismantling it as if it never happened.

“You’re mostly right all the time, so.” He squeezed her hand. “I s’pose I’m not cursed, then.”

“I’m right most of the time?” she said, eyes twinkling.

“Okay, fine,” he conceded. “You’re right only sometimes.”

She opened her mouth in mock-offense. “Percy Jackson—”

He cut her off with his laugh, a laugh that fit with the music of the crickets. She rolled her eyes, something that he’d missed achingly, now that he saw her do it for the first time in what seemed like forever.

Scooting closer, she nudged him. “I could help you. Alongside Clarisse.”

His eyes widened. “You knew about that?”

“She’s my friend, too.”

“Of course she is,” he muttered.

Him and Clarisse...they might’ve had a rocky relationship when he’d first arrived at camp, but now, he didn’t know what he’d do without her help—without her friendship. They both understood the other in a bizzare, not very common way. She’d helped him hone in his powers, but it had yet to be something he’d wanted to admit to Annabeth. To everyone else, for that matter.

“I get why you didn’t want to tell me,” she said. “But...I do want to help. You’re my best friend, and, and I also want to spend time with you. If...that’s alright.”

“It’s alright by me.”

Annabeth gave him a look.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He tried for a smile. “I guess you could come along, then.”

His grin was shared with her, though her eyes were serious. “You’ll see. We’ll figure out your powers. What you can do, why you can do it, why the sea is affecting you…”

“All of it?”

She nodded. “All of it.”

They left it at that, though what they didn’t leave was the canoe pier. Not until the sun hid under the trees, spilling its ink of reds and oranges across the horizon.

The golden of the sun was replaced by the silver of the moon for the night, then it rose again for the day.

And in between, the waves lapped against the shore, constant and content. The ocean had calmed. For now.

#percy jackson #pjo fic #percabeth #percabeth fic #powerful percy jackson #look mom i can write #pre tlo #percy jackon and the olympians #chb #also don't judge i just finished this #i pormised syd i'd post it today and i did!!#pogo🤸‍♀️

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whalien51 · 2 years

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This isn’t ok

Honestly,was it always like this?

Am I changing or are the fans changing too?

Are these only post-PTD fans who got used to shallow content that they don’t really have a sense of what’s important and what not? Kids who think they have to be foot soldiers,there on duty to push streams,cheer on BTS no matter what they do,and make edits as fast as they can? Because this,this isn’t enjoying any of it.

Why is a magazine photoshoot (ooh they look hot? boringggg. idgaf) and a selca on the same level with a song,now. A really good song. (maybe it got less attention bc it sounds too much like 2kids by Taemin? but it don’t think it’s that ). Because there are no streaming goals? Because it has no editing and meme potential? No “prod SUGA” label to brag about?

Super Tuna was awesome btw and I’m still thanking Jin for that,cause it got me out of a dark place,but it had that viral TikTok hit potential. Taehyung’s song doesn’t.

You can’t do anything with it except listen to it while you go outside for a drive,or just let it keep you company through whatever you’re going on in your life. I woke up,scrolled through insta,saw TH’s story,and just..felt happy,and that’s such a rare happening these days. What more is there to it?

Well,I should have stopped there. I went to see how the other armys were affected by it...

...unfortunately,my dumb brain works the exact same way,so I get it. I need to complete tasks. I need checklists and schedules and to know what everyone else is doing and to follow the rules,or I feel like I’m sinking. I fucking get the need to “do this properly and seriously”. Which is why I’m obsessing over others tweets instead of enjoying the song myself.

Sometimes just letting go and enjoying things is hard. But that’s what art is for,to get you OUT OF THAT MINDSET. So why are we just completing bingo cards and ticking checklists now,about the kind of things that are supposed to make you feel something?? If everything is on the same level to you,are you even moved by any of it? You don’t have to like every IG post,react to everything,love everything equally. There’s no point to any of it then.

I guess the reason I made this rant is because I saw a comment or tweet,can’t remember,saying something along the lines of “it was less chaotic during the concerts than now with their instagram posts”...

And that’s so true..It really looks like the priorities have shifted. The concert was supposed to be the most important part of all the content we got this year. But it just feels like it came and went,and the main point of it was how funny BTS were each night and not the actual performances. Seeing how people react to the IG content like it’s too much,when in fact it’s literally nothing but a couple of pictures and videos and a half of a song,just makes everything look so shallow now. How is ON performed for the first time in front of the public,or Dis-ease,for only the second time on a stage,ever,not a cultural reset,but BTS learning to use IG or a Taehyung and Jungkook selca is?

If it’s like really like that,other than memes and the ship wars,on one side,and sense of duty and responsibility on the other,what is going to be left after a while?

I actually like the content we got:their timelines,Taehyung’s song,Yoongi’s verse on the Juice WRLD collab,now even Season’s Greetings. I’m full for two weeks now. I just want to share and talk about each of those things,enjoy them,give them the attention they deserve. But tomorrow there’ll already be something else. Because this is a job now,and no one can stop. See content,react to content,move on fast to new content. I thought I was just slow and didn’t get it,but they are not enjoying it either. JUST FUCKING STOP then. It’s an insult to both BTS and you. Pick one thing and react to it.

There is so much happening,but do you even have something special left for yourself? Anything you will remember fondly? Just be alone with BTS for a little.

(It’s a rant so I’ll probably think the opposite in 2 business days but whatever,I want to get used to posting these kinds of things. If anyone reads this,feel free to disagree.)

Army go listen to Fire or something. It really shows you were born and raised on a diet of PTD &Butter.

Yeah,I’m aware that BTS aren’t doing any better themselves at the “relax and chill” part,except for Jin. You are me,I am you~ applies to BTS and Army too. But they’re working for their own dreams.You’re here not sleeping because you’re waiting for Bam pics.

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