How to Headcanon - J. R. R. Tolkien
dedicated to shortie; happy belated birthday!
percyjacksonheadcanons #1436

She winced as the sound of her footsteps echoed in the hallway. They were too loud, surely. Sally had always dreaded going home, back to the apartment she shared with who had been the most disgusting mortal she could find.

Twisting her hair back, she used one hand to slide the key in. Finally finishing her messy bun, she waited for five seconds, just to prepare herself. Then, Sally plastered a smile on her face, thinking of Percy, and pushed open the door.

The stench hit her almost immediately. She tried not to gag, as this was her home, but the smell of beer was very different from the smell of pulled sugar. She stepped carefully around a pile of clothes and nudged an empty box out of the way, heading for the kitchen. Gabe, as per usual, was sitting on the couch, playing poker with his buddies. Their laughter was mean and cruel as they slugged each other when someone would lose money. Her face twisted in disgust.

"Salllly," Gabe slurred. She frowned; he was rip-roaringly drunk, no doubt. She would tell Percy to stay in his room later. He beckoned to her, his pudgy fingers waving, and she knew she couldn't tell him no.

"Hi, honey," she said, spitting out the words.

"Hey," he said, his half-lidded eyes staring at her. She wasn't too sure if he was trying to seduce her- in any rate, it wasn't working. She walked closer against her judgment. This man was someone she had to make happy.

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the edge of the couch. She made a muffled sound of protest. His poker friends catcalled and wolf-whistled as she tried to smile. He pulled her in, closer this time, and then kissed her, rough. It wasn't a sort of 'I-love-you' kiss. It was more like he was claiming her.

Fingers jabbed at her side. She couldn't help the squeal and pulled away, gasping, her heart going a million miles per hour. She hissed at him as the poker buddies laughed, again. Sally flushed.

"Go get some beer." She wondered if Gabe had any brains at all. She wondered, too, if he could figure out her insults. Probably not, she decided.

"Pe-channas!" she whispered into his ear, turning away. Sally grinned to herself. She had always loved The Lord of the Rings. Now the Elvish was coming in handy.

"What?" Gabe yelled. She shook her head and went to go find a beer. She had just called him an idiot. Ha.

"Pedin i phith in aníron, a nin ú-cheniathog," she muttered. "Sevig thû úan!" Getting the cold drink out of the fridge, she walked back, her head high as she handed him his alcohol. He just looked at her strangely and turned away, not getting a single word she was saying.

Sally Jackson swore to herself that she would teach Percy, even if it took a million years.

percyjacksonheadcanons #1436 - Sally used to swear at Gabe in Tolkien Elvish. He hated admitting she knew something that he didn't so much, so he just went with it and she got away with it.

I'm tired. Guys, while writing these, the headcanons are not mine. They are from anons/people who submit them into a tumblr blog, and Iinterpret them for fanfiction. The headcanon is above, so you guys know what I'm writing about. To my guest Tiffany; Yes, I will be taking in slash headcanons, but I might not use it. I have rights to accept/deny submissions for personal reason.

Shortie, happy birthday! I should still be doing homework, but I crammed it in. ILY.

Pedin i phith in aníron, a nin ú-cheniathog - I can say what I want, and you won't understand me.

Sevig thû úan - You smell like a monster.

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