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syluscrows · 2 months ago

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Sylus is... Sick?! [Sylus x reader]

tags: sickfic, fluff, comfort, gentle Sylus, Luke and Kieran

The impossible has happened. Mr perfect, the man who seems to never even have a hair out of place, is sick. You would've thought his Evol prevented this kind of thing, but apparently the flu is too powerful against it.

Note: Sorry, this is slightly rushed, and not as polished as I had hoped I'm a bit unwell at the moment, which is what inspired this!

You hadn't heard from him for hours.. It's normal for him to not respond occasionally, but he prioritised your texts, he always did. And he hasn't missed a single 'good morning' message since you met him, no matter what. So when you woke up to no notifications from him, you felt a bit hurt. Had you said something wrong the night before..? Your mind was racing with possibilities of why he could not be answering, constantly coming back to the same conclusion of him being mad at you. Staring down at your empty notification panel, You decided to text Luke and Kieran.

Y/n: Hey, you two, is Sylus out?

Luke: Y/n! hi!

Kieran: Haven't seen him today, why?

You sigh at the message, feeling too worried to acknowledge the greeting.

Y/n: Is he at home..?

Luke: Why are you asking?

Y/n: I haven't heard from him.. can you go and check if he's okay? I'm worried he's mad at me...

Kieran: It's normal for him to disappear like this, besides, disturbing his peace is a death wish for us...

Y/n: Please!!!!!!

Luke: ….fine...

Kieran: You're paying for our funerals, you hear me?

You sighed and placed your phone back down as the two sent a string of sad emojis. Trying to wait patiently was difficult, but this has never happened before, you've never gone a whole 8 hours without even a message explaining where he was.

Your phone dings

Kieran: He said he's fine.

Luke: and we survived! He didn't even scold us for not knocking!

You frown at the screen. He's fine? But he isn't messaging you? that's not like him.

Y/n: did he seem mad..?

Kieran: No, he seemed fine to us? Is something the matter?

Luke: You didn't get into a fight, did you?!

A few more messages ping through, but you don't acknowledge them, you cant help but get up from your couch, grabbing your shoes and coat.

Y/n: be there in 10.

You make your way quickly to Sylus' mansion. You don't even think about the risks of you running around like mad through that dangerous place, you didn't really care either. You couldn't bare going another minute without knowing what was wrong. You couldn't recall saying anything wrong, or doing anything wrong.. so why is he acting off?

You reach the door, fumbling in your coat pocket for your spare key, but the door opens up to the two masked men. Luke and Kieran looked confused as you barged in. "y/n, he seems fine!" "yeah, what's the matter?" the two bombarded you with questions as you beelined for his office, opening it to see its empty. "He's not in here?" You looked at the two, with a concerned expression, which grew worse when Luke pointed at the bedroom.

It's not like Sylus to stay in his room all day, If anything, its where he spends the least amount of time unless you're over. You hesitantly open the door, seeing a figure under the duvet, and your breath hitches in your throat. This is totally unlike him, in bed at this time..? He's definitely a night owl, but this was just weird...

"Sylus?" You announced, walking over to him, Luke and Kieran hanging by the door in case they need to intervene. You saw him laying there, awake, but his cheeks were red. He didn't speak, just reaching his hand out of the cover, waiting for you to hold it. When you held his hand, it was red hot. "Oh my gosh... You're sick..?" You look at him, with a baffled expression. "Sylus, YOU'RE sick?". You repeated the question, watching the man nod, noticing the sweat on his forehead. You shooed the twins away, and crouched by the bed.

You had to admit - it was adorable. This powerful figure, who terrified so many people, was wrapped up in bed, with a stuffy nose, shivering as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. You put your hand on his forehead, still stunned by the situation. "Oh Sy, you should've told someone.. You should've told me..." You said gently. His brows furrowed slightly. "And let someone see me in such a vulnerable state..?" He said, his usual cocky tone strained by his sore throat.

"I'm surprised you didn't even tell the twins.. Have you even eaten? or drank anything? You really should've gotten some help, have you had any medicine?" you continued on. He chuckled, squeezing your hand slightly. "I don't need to.. I'm fine.." And while you'd usually roll your eyes at his stubbornness, you just gave him a worried expression. "How are you sick..? I would've thought your evol would prevent this?". He coughed, before speaking again "I suppose certain things overpower my abilities.". "I didn't expect that... I can shoot you, and you're fine.. but you can catch the flu?" - your questioning eliciting a laugh from him.

You decide you'll stay with him until he gets better. How could you leave his stubborn man to suffer? In a way, you felt so bad for the man, the man who you usually saw as perfect, and certainly didn't think you'd see in such a position. You also knew he wouldn't let anyone else help him in a time like this.

"c'mon then, sit up." You encouraged, but he only groaned back, you pulled on his arm, "Sylus…" You said, with a more instructive tone, as he pushed himself up, his messy bed hair and flushed face sight you will never be able to forget, how cute.

"First of all, you need to drink, being dehydrated won't help at all.." You say, pushing the glass of water by his bed up to his lips, helping him drink. You then adjust the pillows, encouraging him to lay back down, as you disappear into his bathroom, firstly looking through the cabinet for any sort of medication, but of course the stubborn man only had his fancy products.. "Sy, do you not have any medicine?" you called out, and his raspy voice responded "In the drawer, sweetheart.". You searched through the drawer, which was also full of his manly products - and among them was some paracetamol and ibuprofen. perfect. You grabbed the boxes, as well as preparing a wet towel. You entered the room again, popping the medicine out of the capsules, and encouraging him to take it. "You know, I only brought the medicine for you.. how ironic." He said, as he took it. You smiled at the confession. "That is sweet, and its a good thing you had it." You responded as he laid back down, sweeping his hair away from his forehead and popping the towel on his forehead. He sighed in relief at the feeling, and then looked up at you. "Thank you, sweetheart." He said. His throat sounded so sore, you couldn't help but soften your gaze. "I must say, I'm disappointed that I'm the one getting all of this pampering.." he followed, as you rolled your eyes. "It's about time I get to be the one taking care of you, Sy." You said, laying beside him in his bed, cuddling against him. "Now, try to go to sleep, no matter if you're not tired, you need to get some rest, you hear me?" you said, partially mimicking his usual stern tone. "Yes ma'am." He said with a smirk, closing his eyes.

Thank you for reading! :)

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shadowbriar · 1 year ago

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Regulus Black - Asking for a Friend

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 4.4k Warning : I'm not sure if there's any, but let me know if I missed any. Synopsis : Regulus comes to the realisation that the admiration he holds of her was more than a platonic one and it just so happen that Valentine's day was just around the corner. Notes : Post no 2 for my 1 Year Anniversary Celebration. Don't forget to fill the form here if you'd like to be tagged for my future works. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Regulus Black's Masterlist click here. Taglist : @jsjcue @coffeehurricanes @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kaz-mf-brekker @sofiacblair @when-you-cant-think-of-anything

“Have you ever had a friend that you're just so fond of and you wish that your partner would be just like them?”

Regulus’ question broke the stillness of the table, making his study mates to look up. Now Pandora, having been known to be the most studious of the group, has always hated it when someone causes any distraction in their study sessions yet for this one particular topic, she seems to be intrigued rather than looking bothered. It isn’t everyday your best friend of 5 years would talk about their romantic interest, after all.

“Elaborate.” Pandora says, her brows knitted together.

“I mean, you know.. You wish that your partner would be just like them.”

Evan squints his eyes, seemingly confused at his brief explanation, “I’m not sure I’m following you, mate. Doesn’t that just simply mean that you fancy them?”

The nonchalant expression on Regulus’ face turns blank in an instant. As if someone has just flicked the light bulb on top of his head, clearing the haze that has been fogging his mind. The sudden clarity has knocked him for six. Is that truly what it means? Days spent silently praising her beauty and nights wasted recalling their conversations were because he fancies her?

Over the years Regulus would find more of her personality to be his weakness, growing the softest spot in his heart specially reserved for her. He would always admire her witty comments, how she always conveyed her mind with the most articulate and intelligent words. Her friendly and warm nature is always something he adores and the way she would always listen to every worthless remark Regulus has with that magnetising smile and understanding eyes, it was impossible for Regulus to not wish his partner would be someone like her.

“So,” Barty asks, nudging on the raven haired boy with a teasing smile “Which friend do we fancy?”

Regulus’ cheeks turn rosy. All hell would break loose if Barty or Evan found out about it. Those boys are as good as a toothpick for a door bolt. The moment they knew about his growing affection for her, they would most immediately spill the beans and make things awkward between them.

And no, Regulus could certainly never have that.

“No one.” Regulus lies as he looks back down to his parchment paper “We fancy no one.”

“Oh come on now, Big Boy.” Barty whines “You’ve ripped off the bandage, might as well show us the scar.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, attempting to look as nonchalant as he could, “You’re fond of Evan’s presence, doesn’t mean you fancy him now, do you?”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t say that’s impossible.” Barty jests as he begins to make fake kissing expressions to Evan.

“Oh, my Darling, Barty Bear.” Evan indulges in his best friend’s stunt, fake snogging Barty.

Regulus’ lips twitch into a smile, amused at the play-act his best friends are performing. He let out a relieved sigh, knowing that he’s just flee himself from being pestered by questions about his crush, but when he turned his gaze to the only girl at the table, Regulus knew that the little smirk plastered on Pandora’s face would be a form of nightmare he’ll be facing from that day onwards. He knows that she wouldn’t rest until he gives out a name and though she looks like she already knows who the lucky girl is, Regulus is certain that Pandora wouldn’t show him any mercy from the teasing and taunts.

—-

Dinner has been hard to swallow ever since the realisation of his budding infatuation for her. Regulus finds it impossible to not glance at her table, watching her from his peripheral vision as she chats and laughs with her group of friends. Whatever joke Barty throws or moans Evan has about his class have entered and left his ear like an insignificant noise, mind completely enamoured with her candid beauty.

His grip on the fork only tightens as he realises that she was walking to their table, a brilliant smile decorating her face as she takes a seat next to him, “Evening my favourite Serpents.”

“Fantastic, you’re here!” Evan exclaims gleefully, taking her hands to his that made Regulus’ stomach drop a little “Regulus here has been so out of it since this afternoon, we think he’s broken.”

Barty nods eagerly, “He didn’t even twitch a muscle at my joke and mind you it was bloody brilliant!”

She let out a chuckle, looking at Regulus lovingly (at least in his mind) before turning back to face Evan and Barty. Now the words exchanged between the five of them have gone from a trifling noise to a completely deafen sound. His eyes were glued on hers, taking mental notes of all the little gestures she made. How she would close her eyes shut whenever she laughs, how her brows crinkled more often than not, and how her cheekbones pop wherever she smiles, making her look a thousand times more hypnotising.

Now it was nothing out of the ordinary for Regulus to be the most quiet party of the table, but the little to no words uttered by him was making her suspicious. Sure it wouldn’t be the first time he would watch her intently and just agree with whatever is being discussed, but something’s different this time. The way his shoulder relaxes and how the small curl on his lip never waters was making her feel a little bit flustered to say the least.

“You’re awfully quiet,” She says as she turns to the lovestruck boy, resting her chin on her palm to stare back at him “Cat caught your tongue?”

Regulus blinks, gulping at the close proximity, “Just— Didn’t really have anything to say, is all.”

“Really?” She asks with a raised brow “That’s very unlike you.”

“How is it unlike me?”

“Well, you always have something to say. Whether or not you speak of it is an entirely different conversation to have, but you always have something to say, Regulus.”

Regulus bites his inner cheek. How is it that she could read him like an open book? Was he really that transparent or was he really that spellbound in her charms?

“Don’t bother him. Big boy here is trying to sort his feelings out.” Evan retorts.

“Really?” She replies, amused “What sort of feelings?”

“The loving, sappy kind of feelings.” Barty mocks “Regulus is in love.”

“Shut up, Barty!”

Regulus turns to her, uneasy over the fact that she might figure out his little secret but the look on her face was disheartening. As much as he wished he could have just half of her ability to read him, it was nearly impossible for Regulus to decipher her expression. She was staring back at him, her brows knitted as if she’s trying to read through him too but wasn’t sure on what to look at. It was a whole new expression he’s never seen before.

“Reggie wouldn’t give us the name,” Evan continues, completely oblivious of the awkward tension rising “Can we take a guess, Reg? Say yes if we guess correctly?”

“I bet it’s that girl Regulus always sits next to in Potion.” Barty mutters.

“Or that girl Regulus did his Herbology essay with. They spent weeks on that assignment, remember?” Evan counters “Or maybe that Gryffindor—,”

“It’s not any of those girls,” Pandora cuts.

“How would you know?” Evan asked.

“Oh, I just do,” Pandora says with a confident shrug, turning to Regulus “Don’t I, Reg?”

Regulus shakes his head, still trying to do the most possible damage control though he knew that such effort seems fruitless now. Cat’s out of the bag. It would only be a matter of time now until she realises that she’s the girl he’s been swooning over.

Ironic how long it took for him to realise that he fancies her yet it took no time for the secret to be spilled.

“Don’t push his buttons, guys,” She says with a warm laughter “If Regulus doesn’t want to drop names, then let him. It’s not our business now, is it?”

Now Regulus frowns a little. Her words sting a way he was never familiar with. What does she mean that it isn’t their business? Does she not care about who he’s crushing on?

“If you say so,” Pandora said to her, winking as if there was some secret message sent between the two.

Regulus studies her expression intently, trying to see if Pandora has cracked his secret and is now spilling it to her. Salazar, Regulus hopes that that wasn’t the case. He needs time to sort out his feelings, as Evan said, and if she found out about his budding infatuation before he could figure out a proper way to profess it— Well, Regulus hoped that it would never get to that point. Ever.

—-

If Regulus was ever asked, which of the following could ever compare to the beauty that is her: sun, moon, or star, Regulus would argue that she is the beautiful crescent moon with its bright yet soft light washing over his skin as he stares at her silently on his window pane. Regulus would argue, if he ever allows himself to be so bold, that she is his ideal. Her intelligence not to mention beauty would be the sweet honey to his tea, the butterfly to his garden of flowers.

But Regulus was never half as confident as she is. Never half as open and friendly to others. He was reserved, quiet, oftentimes perceived as cold and callous. But not to her. She could always see him through his distant exterior, involving him in every discussion they would have and perhaps that was the one thing that made him yield his heart to her.

Regulus never paid any mind to big dates and celebrations, but something about the upcoming Valentines date shakes his core. Perhaps it was the fact that it fell on the very day of their Hogsmeade trip this week, or the fact that all of his friends were buzzing about who they're going to ask to be their Valentines date, or maybe the fact that for once, Regulus might have a proper chance to ask her to be his date.

Chance. That word felt too optimistic for his presumptive mind. It was as if she ever looked at him that way.

“Regulus?” She called and squeezed his forearm lightly, making him burst his bubble of thought. He turns to her, cheeks slightly rosy from the shame of having ignored her. Just how pathetic he is to zoned out about her when she's sitting right beside him “Are you alright? You've been off of it all morning, I’ve noticed.”

He nods, flashing a shy smile, “All is well, no worries.”

She smiles, taking her hand off of him and continues her work.

Regulus turns his head, stopping at the sight of some Ravenclaw boy asking some Hufflepuff girl by the library entrance. The bashful gesture he’s showing and the giddy smile she shows makes it easy for him to tell the situation is happening at the spot. Another couple for the Valentine's Hogsmeade trip, he reckons.

A little twist in his stomach grows. With the many people asking each other out for the Hogsmeade trip, it would only be normal for him to ask her too, right? The timing was right, they could just go as friends in the worst case scenario. All he has to do is ask, but why are the words stuck at the tip of his tongue?

“Actually,” Regulus starts, secretly playing with the hem of his robe in nervousness “I have something to ask you.”

She looks up, meeting him with a warm smile, “Shoot.”

“I was wondering if you have a date for the Hogsmeade trip?”

“Oh,” She answers, utterly taken aback by his question. A hint of rosiness spread on her cheeks, something Regulus has to convince himself has nothing to do with his question. She always has that natural flush on her face, surely it must be nothing as pleasant as his stupid heart is hoping for “No, I don’t have a date at the moment. Why do you ask?”

“Just.. Asking for a friend.”

Regulus mentally slapped himself, having to be defeated by his anxiety once again that he has to come up with a lie. She stares at him with a confused look, the glimmer on her eyes dims down from the words he uttered. It was as if she was disappointed at his answer.

“I see,” She says with a nod “Do you plan to ask anyone?”

“Not sure,” He answers truthfully “Do you have anyone you hope would ask you?”

She plays with her quill, tapping it to the parchment paper as if she was piecing the right words to reply to him, “I suppose I do but I’m not counting on it.”

Regulus frowns, ignoring the slight crack of his heart, “Who?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

Regulus pursed his lips, acting to be in a deep thought, “No.”

She chuckles, turning back to her paperwork.

“But, if—” Regulus calls again, not wanting to end their conversation just yet “If my friend were to ask you, would you say yes?”

“Well it truly depends on which friend you’re talking about now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but what is the possibility of you saying yes to my said friend? 50%? 60%? Or are you fully waiting for your prince charming to ask you?”

She stares at him with a smile, looking completely amused at the questions thrown at her. If she didn’t know better she would think that Regulus was asking for himself from all the persistent queries, but then of course, we all know how Regulus Black is. No girl in this castle is good enough for him and this rule applies to her too.

“Why don’t you just tell this friend to come to me himself, hm?” She answers, resting her chin on her palm and stares at him fondly “I truly can’t give you any answers unless you give me a name, Reg.”

“It’s Evan.” He blurts, cheeks feeling hot from her gaze.

“Rosier?” She asks with a raised eyebrow “I thought he’s going with Pandora? I was sure she told me he asked her last week.”

“Did I say Evan? I meant Barty.” Regulus fake coughed, clearing his throat “Barty wanted to ask you to be his date.”

The soft and gentle expression on her face turns into an appalled one, bewildered at the answer Regulus gives. His brain has haywired that he neglected the fact that Barty was her cousin, and though cousin romance is deemed acceptable in the wizarding world, Barty and her would never pursue each other romantically for one too many reasons. If Regulus could just tame his nervousness for just a degree, he would’ve realised how idiotic his answer was.

“Barty wants to be my date?” She asks, trying to confirm his answer that sounded like a death sentence for her.

Regulus nods, “He does.”

She narrows her eyes, trying to catch his lie but the stern and rigid expression on Regulus’ face makes her question her own mind. Regulus was never one to be deceitful yet the idea of Barty wanting to ask her to be his date is just as illogical. The only plausible reason behind such a stunt would be them trying to pull some prank on her, but even with that, Regulus was never one to ever indulge in the mischief her cousin and Rosier would always find themselves in.

“I— Well, I guess you should tell him to ask me himself?” She answers, questioning herself.

“I’ll do that,” Regulus nods firmly, trying to keep his act in place “I’ll tell him you said that.”

—-

A couple of days has passed ever since that incident of him blurting Barty’s name at the library. Regulus was still ever so stressed out to ask her himself that he still hasn’t realised the stupid mistake he’s done. Now with the Hogsmeade trip coming closer, Regulus really has no other time but now to ask her.

Yet before he could do so, the universe crushed his dream.

Barty entered the Slytherin Common Room with the brightest grin on his face, making Evan, Regulus, and Pandora look at each other from the strange sight. He jumps to the sofa, sighing with delight as he lay on it and rests his feet to the hand rest. Barty turns to see his friends who now still look at him with a baffled expression, enjoying the sight and looking forward to stomping on one of them in the next minute.

“Gentlemen,” Barty greets before turning to Pandora “My Lady.”

“What’s with you?” Evan asks, an amused smile plastered on his face “You look like you’ve just won a lottery.”

“Even better, I just got a date.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, “A date? Who?”

Barty coos, saying her name.

“Wait, isn’t she—”

“Brilliant, indeed.” Barty cuts, not letting Evan to correct the fact that they’re cousins. He shot him a look, one that conveys I’ll tell you later and Evan nods in understanding.

Colour drains from Regulus’ face. Just when he finally gathered enough courage to come forward, he just has to be beaten to the race. By Barty of all people. Supposed she came and asked Barty about their conversation that day and knowing Barty, he would never let such an opportunity slip. Who would ever not want to have her as their date after all?

“Who would’ve thought, right?” Barty fawns, pouring Regulus’ jealousy with petrol “Barty Crouch Jr having such a beautiful bird as his date for Valentine's.”

Evan was eyeing his friend with a sceptical look, clearly lost at the scheme Barty was pulling, “Barty, can I see that Transfiguration homework you promised me now? I have quite a lot to catch up on.”

“Sure,” Barty says, catching Evan’s bullshit right away as he stood from the sofa “It’s in my room.”

And so the two boys left, leaving Regulus who looks like he’s second away from vomiting all contents of his stomach and Pandora who’s casually flipping the pages of a magazine in her hand, an all knowing smirk present on her lips.

“Pandora,” Regulus calls, eyes still vacant “Do you have your wand with you?”

Pandora hums.

“Please hex me to death right now.”

The girl laughs at his request. Pandora put down the magazine and looked at Regulus with a teasing smile, “Why would you ask me that, Reggie?”

Regulus glares, “You know why. I saw your smile the other day when she came to our table. You know about it, don’t you?”

“About what?”

“That I was crushing on her.”

Pandora shrugs, “Maybe.”

“Ugh,” Regulus crowls “What am I to do now?”

Pandora chuckles, patting Regulus’ shoulder in an attempt to console him. Pandora felt cruel now to be the one to suggest the prank, to tell her and Barty to go on a fake date just to mess with Regulus. In her defence, out of the five of them, it seems like Regulus is the only one who doesn’t realise his growing affection for her. It was a public secret for the group now that he’s been sending her heart eyes. All he needed was a push and Pandora felt like it was her duty to help him.

Even when Regulus would surely throw a fit once he knew she was the mastermind behind his distraught now.

“Why don’t you just come to Hogsmeade, Reg?” Pandora suggests, playing the innocent supportive friend now “If their date doesn’t go well, you can go and rescue her.”

Regulus turns to see Pandora, his eyes hopeful at the advice, “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Pandora encourages “I mean, how many similarities does she have with Barty? Almost none. I’m pretty sure their date will turn downhill the moment they step into Madam Puddifoot’s shop.”

“How do you know they’ll go to Madam Puddifoot’s?”

Pandora shrugs, “Don’t all couples go there?”

Regulus bites his inner cheek as he gives it a thought. The idea of her going to such a sappy tea shop with Barty peels his skin. It should be him and her, not Barty and her. What was in her bloody mind to ever say yes to Barty’s invite in the first place?

“Fine,” Regulus says with an exasperated sigh “I’ll go to Hogsmeade.”

—-

Regulus’ tea has long gone cold, untouched as he impatiently waits for her and Barty to enter the tea shop. He figured, if they wanted to have their date here, where else would be the best place to spy on them than the very shop itself? So he got himself a table, ordered himself tea and biscuits that only served as props on his table, while his eyes were glued to the door. Every jingle of the bell felt like an invisible blade thrown to pierce his heart.

He looks down to his watch. It’s been more than an hour now. When would they come? How long should he wait? Will they even come to this tea shop like Pandora said?

Before his head could explode with more questions, Regulus’ breath was held on his chest as she finally entered the establishment. Her cheeks were rosy, probably from the cold wind outside. Regulus wished he could take a picture of her now because Merlin, just how hypnotising could she be?

To think that she dressed up for a date with Barty crushes him, but where even is Barty?

Regulus’ brows were raised now. Did Barty stood her up? Is that why she’s alone now? But she doesn’t look the slightest bit annoyed or sad if such a scenario did occur. She has her eyes scanning the tables now, looking for something, someone, and when their eyes meet, her smile blooms and walks closer to him.

“Hello, there,” She greets, pointing at the empty seat in front of him “Is this seat taken?”

Regulus shakes his head, in loss of words as he tries to assess the situation happening.

She happily took her seat, ordering herself something to drink before turning back to Regulus. Her gaze met his, hands clasped on the table. Her brilliant smile was still evident and it’s making Regulus feel like he could melt and die right on that instant.

“So,” She started, her tone cheerful “What are you doing here, Regulus?”

“I— Uh—” Regulus stutters “I— I was supposed to meet someone.”

“Really?” She asks, intrigued “Who?”

“Just— No one important.” He answers, running his palms to his trousers in nervousness “What are you doing here? I heard you have a date with Barty today. Where is he?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Did he stood you up?” Regulus asked, his anger starting to rise. How dare he stood her up?

“Oh, no, he didn’t. I just cancelled our date.” She says nonchalantly “I find it too cruel to proceed so I bailed on them.”

“Cruel? Them?” Regulus asked, confused “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you sweet soul,” She says with a gentle chuckle, taking one of his hands softly and caressing the back of it with her thumb “Who is it again that you said was asking me for a date?

“Barty.” Regulus says with a nervous gulp.

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t truly him now, was it?” She asks “Cause I’m pretty sure Barty would never be interested in me in that way, seeing that we’re cousins.”

Regulus closes his eyes, letting out an embarrassed sigh. That day in the Common Room must have been some sick joke the other’s were pulling at him. How Barty entered with such a huge grin and Pandora’s pitiful yet teasing look at him. They both must have been the miscreants behind this humiliating act.

“I’m going to kill them,” Regulus mutters, not meeting her eyes.

“Please, don’t,” She answers with a laugh “They mean well, I promise you.”

“They’re making me look pathetic in front of you.”

“That’s debatable,” She remarks “I find it cute and adorable, to be honest. And to be fair, it was you who lied to me first. They’re just following your ruse.”

“I’m sorry,” Regulus says “Are you angry at me?”

“No,” She says, shaking her head “I was appalled at first, but then I realised that you might just be shy about it so I just brushed it off.”

Regulus nods, smiling at her weakly from her understanding.

Now what? He thought. Cats out of the bag, for good this time. What should he say now? What should he do? Would she like him to say anything about it? Do anything about it? What if she’s just here out of a friendly gesture? That she doesn’t want to embarrass himself further in front of the others?

But the tender gaze she gives to him now, the understanding smile and the gentle touch she’s giving him, it all feels like a supportive push for him to go forward. To finally embrace his realisation of affection and hand his heart to her now.

“So I guess you know already..” He begins “About my feelings.”

“I have a rough idea of it.” She teases.

“What do you think about it?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, do you think it was okay? For me to fancy you?” Regulus asks, uncertainty bleeding out of his voice “Would it be okay if I like you?”

“If it wasn’t okay with me I wouldn’t be here with you, would I?” She argues, her kind smile still tugging on her lips “I do have to confess that I expected more than just ‘fancy’ or ‘like’. I thought we’ve gone past that phase already.”

“We?”

She raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t really think that this flows one way, did you?”

“I— I don’t know.”

“Oh, you blind child,” She chuckles “I fancy you too, Regulus. Perhaps even more than that.”

“I— Really?” Regulus asks, blushing yet still trying to understand her words as if she’s been speaking in a different language “This better not be another prank you and Pandora or Barty or Evan is pulling on me.”

She chuckles, “It’s not, I can assure you.”

“Prove it.”

She squints her eyes, giving his challenge a thought before standing a little from her seat. She begins to lean in, inching closer to his face and closing her eyes when their hot breaths begin to meet each other’s skin. She gives the lightest brush to his lips, so soft that it felt feather-like but still sent jolts of electricity down his spine.

She pulls away a little, still so close to him that their noses brush with each other. She gazes into his eyes, lovestruck and content, “Was that enough of a proof?”

“No,” Regulus breathes, whispering “Do it again.”

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tearfallpixie · 4 months ago

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Make Mama Happy - Chapter 10

Tags: @nerdraging4point0 @thesazzb @synthetic-wasp-570 @circle-with-me @beaker1636 @itsjustemily @witchyweeb34 @agravemisstake @cookiesupplier @cncohshit @faceless-mirror @nonamessblog @yournecessaryevil @black-damask1999

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I don’t recall what it was that woke me but I did notice the warmth of the room when I did. I lifted my head a little and saw that the fire was smoldering in the fireplace so I glanced around and saw a soft light emanating from the kitchen down the hall.

“Hey baby. Is everything ok?” Vinny’s sleepy voice murmured.

“The powers back.” I mumbled. Everyone else was asleep so I didn’t know why he used the nickname but that wasn’t important right now. He hummed and leaned forward to kiss me deeply before sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I’ll just go double check that its all good and I’ll be right back.” He whispered, reaching over to squeeze my hand before standing up and padding downstairs. He was gone for a few moments and when I heard footsteps on the stairs again I pushed myself up, forgetting about my arm and letting out a whine. “Hey, you ok?” I looked up to see Vin returning to the room and nodded.

“Yeah, just… my arm.” I told him. He moved back over to me and took my hand in his to inspect the bandage.

“Its bled through a little. Let me change the bandage.” He went to un-tape the end, but I jerked my arm away.

“Stop.” I mumbled. I forced myself to my feet and moved away from the others, so I didn’t wake them.

“Chole.” He called softly, but I didn’t respond. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, following me.

“Stop calling me that!” I snapped, moving up the stairs and into his room.

“Nichole, what’s going on?” Vinny groaned entering the room.

“Don’t call me that. Don’t be all fucking sweet. Just stop it!” I cried in frustration. He looked confused at that and closed the door behind him.

“Baby, I don’t understand. I thought we were happy.” He reached for me, but I swatted his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me. I’m not your baby. We were happy when in front of your parents but Vinny, come on. Its fake. This has all been fake and I-I cant keep doing this. I love your mother and father and I can’t hurt them anymore. I can’t lie anymore.” I sobbed.

“Nichole, just stop for a second.” He whispered moving closer to me and taking me into his arms.

“No-no. I won’t. I hate this. I hate you. You’re supposed to hate me.” I mumbled.

“Niki. I haven’t hated you for a while.” He told me. One of his hands moved up behind my head and pulled me into him until his lips were brushing mine. “and I don’t think you’ve hated me either.” My hands moved to his chest and I weakly tried pushing him away with no actual effort. I couldn’t deny that what he said was true.

“When?” I asked. I could feel his breath ghost over my cheeks, and it made me shudder.

“When you were forced to stay at my parents place with me during Thanksgiving.”

“But we had only been faking it for about a month. And half of that you were on tour.” I was confused. Why hadn’t he said anything before now? I gripped onto his shirt and buried my head into his neck with a frustrated groan.

“Yeah, well the time I did get to spend with you allowed me to see the real you. The goofy sensitive side of you. The silly side of you. The kind side of you. And I realized how harshly I had miss judged you.” He waited for me to say something, but I didn’t know how to respond. One part of my mind was trying to tell me this was fake, that he was just fucking with me to have a laugh later with Rick, but the other part could hear the truthfulness in his words. “Tell me you don’t feel the same and I will walk back down there and tell my parents right now. Tell them it was all fake and then you can go about your life and never have to speak to me again. I-“

“Vinny?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” A massive grin spread across his face and he lifted me off my feet as his lips claimed mine. I let out a squeak and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, clinging for him to dear life while trying to kiss back through my laugher. His lips were rough and tasted like mint toothpaste as well as the underlying hint of red starbursts and it brought another giggle to my lip. Of course, that’s what he would taste like.

“What’s so funny?” He asked when he set me back down.

“You taste like starburst.” I teased.

“What? You have a problem with that?” He smirked, nuzzling into my head.

“Nooo.” I tried pulling away but he shoved me back until my legs hit the bed.

“Why don’t I believe you?” His voice was dropping low and his hands gripped my sides dangerously.

“Vinny, baby, not again.” I begged. He smirked as he twitched his fingers against my ribs.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He squeezed and made me squeak, falling back onto the mattress. I tried to scramble back but he quickly moved over me. “Where are you going?”

“Vinny-“ He was right on top of me now and I found myself moving my arms up around his neck, pulling him down so our bodies were pressed together.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” I repeated. He pressed our lips back together as his hands moved down to the hem of my shirt and gripped my hips. My fingers laced in his tangled messy locks and tugged them a bit earning a moan from him. Suddenly it was my goal to hear that beautiful sound again. Cool fingers brushed my skin under my shirt and traced up my side.

“Baby, can I?” He whispered, giving a little tug to my shirt. I nodded and lifted my arms to allow him to pull the material over my head. Once I was shirtless, I tugged at his and pulled it over his head, relishing in the warmth of his skin pressed against mine. “So fucking beautiful.” He sat up on my hips as his hands continued tracing every inch of exposed skin until they reached my lacy bra. He ran his fingers under the edge of it and around to the back of my bra where he expertly undid the clasp. I helped him slide the material down my arms and he tossed it to the side before cupping my cheeks and giving me another kiss.

“Come on, up here baby.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up to the pillows with ease.

“Oh, shit.” I gasped, clinging to his arm. He let out a soft chuckle and stripped us of the rest of our clothes. I glanced down once we were naked and nearly drooled at the size of his member. It stood proud and ready for what we were about to do and I couldn’t wait for it to be inside of me. As he lowered himself back down onto me I swore I could feel his erratic heartbeat through his chest and I could confirm that it matched mine, beat for beat.

“Liked that?” He teased me as his right hand slid down my body and drug my thighs apart. His member fell against me and the weight of it on my stomach pulled a whimper from my throat.

“Liked a man who can one handedly throw me around? Of course, I’m going to find that hot.” I scoffed playfully, trying not to give away that I was turned on as I was.

“Drumming builds a lot of muscle. Don’t be too surprised.” He brushed against my bud gently and made me whine as his moved down to my entrance. “So wet for me already. You really want this, don’t you?”

“Shut up asshole.”

“You really like telling me to shut up. I could just leave you here.” He joked, going to pull his hand away but I grabbed it to hold it in place, putting a little pressure on his finger. It was a silent plea to keep going and he understood.

“Please don’t.” I begged softly. He gave me a genuine smile and slipped his finger inside of me causing my walls to flutter at the intrusion.

“I was only joking baby. I couldn’t leave such a beautiful creature all alone and needy.” His tongue licked his lips to moisten them a little, and through the nearly pitch-black room, a simple nightlight the only thing casting a soft glow on the space, I could see the hunger in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour me and I was not about to stop him. Another finger worked itself beside the first, curling a bit and making me arch my back into the touch, using my arms to brace myself. Unfortunately I had forgotten about my injury and let out an almost inaudible hiss. “Careful with the arm baby. Here.” He grabbed my arm and put it above my head on the pillow so it was out of the way. He let go and I kept it there earning a smile from him. “That’s my good girl.” He placed a gentle kiss at the corner of my mouth and trailed several more down to my jaw making me shudder. After working me open with two of his fingers, he went to insert a third, but I shook my head and gave him a pleading look.

“Baby, I got to make sure you are all stretched out.” He whispered. I shook my head again and pulled his hand out and up to my chest. As my left hand held his hand there, my right took his member and lined it up with my entrance.

“Please.” I murmured. He let out a deep breath as his hips twitched, dragging his tip along my core and leaking pre-cum on my skin. I tugged him down and connected our lips in a messy kiss, at the same time wrapping one of my legs around his waist and pressing his tip past my entrance. He jerked back and hissed, rolling his pelvis a tiny bit farther into me.

“Fuck, Pokie.” He growled, easing forward a little bit more. The more he moved, the more he stretched me around him, and it made me moan. He was easily the biggest I had ever had; all my exes having been pretty average, but I don’t think I would ever be able to go back after this. When he bottomed out, he had to freeze and catch his breath. “You feel amazing around me. Shit. Took me so well too baby.”

“Vinny, need you.” I begged. He brushed some hair out of my eyes and kissed my forehead before pulling out of me and pressing back in.

“You have me baby. I’m right here. I’m all yours.” I clinched around him and whined as his hands trailed down to my hips and gripped them tightly to give himself more leverage to set a steady pace in and out of me. I tried arching up into him but his hold on me didn’t allow for any movement on my part, making me feel tiny and useless. In a moment of brief clarity I remembered that his family was just downstairs.

“Vin- what about-“

“They’re on the other side of the house. They won’t hear us.” He promised. That was enough to shut me up and allow him to keep man handling me and moving our bodies in sync. Despite the promise of them not being able to hear I kept trying to hold back my noises and found very quickly that he didn’t like that. “Let me hear you, Pokie. I want to know how good I’m making you feel.” He gave a particularly hard thrust into me, making me let out a cry. He smirked and peppered kisses all over my face. “That’s my good girl.”

He was driving me so close to the edge that I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to hang on. We had a rocky start to our relationship but in that moment, I was glad that we got snowed in. I’m sure we may have worked things out despite this but the close proximity probably helped. Part of my brain still was trying to convince me this was still a joke but with the way he was being so gentle with me told me the truth. This was real, he was real, and he was mine now. And I wasn’t about to let that go.

“I can feel how close you are baby. Let go for me. Come around my cock.” He ordered. “I’m so close too. Can I come inside you? Please.” His demands turned into pleading, and his thrusts became unsteady, showing me how close he was to his release too.

“I’m on the pill” I whispered, and that was it. He gave three more thrusts into me and sent me over the edge and came crashing into his orgasm right after me, both of us panting to catch our breaths. “Shit.” I gasped.

“That was amazing.” He mumbled, easing out of me and collapsing on the pillow next to me. I rolled onto my side to face him and snuggled under his chin.

“What does this mean for us?” I asked once we had settled down. He adjusted us a little so that we were under the covers and held me to his chest. He was sweaty which would normally annoy me but i couldn't care. Especially when his scent washed over me. It was a mix of sweat and a hint of campfire smell which probably came from making the fire earlier in the night and the combination of the two was somehow delicious and relaxing.

“I hope it means that we can start over and I can take you on a proper date now.” He teased me.

“I would like that a lot.” We were silent for a moment longer until I spoke again. “Can we just … maybe not tell your parents about this?” I begged. "I mean, about this being fake?"

“That would probably be for the best.” He chuckled. “Lets get some more sleep baby. Its still late. We can talk more tomorrow ok?”

“Ok. I love you.” I murmured through my yawn as my eyes drifted shut.

#motionless in white #miw band #vinny mauro #vinny mauro fanfic #make mama happy

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oneforthemunny · 10 months ago

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Catching up on your rockstar!eddie tag and first off SLAY EVERYTIME CANT WAIT FOR MORE but the home birth/“hippie dippie shit” ask made me giggle, nb is talking abt not wanting all those “gross drugs” in her body and eddie going “baby u know u used to snort coke off my dick right?” And just a bratty lil “…thats DIFFERENT EDS”

no really bc he’d be like ??? do you recall just a few years ago what you were doing??

“ok, well, I didn’t have a baby, eddie. i’m not going that to my baby.”

and he just lets her. it’s her body. when she’s screaming for an epidural after hour two of serious labor, he doesn’t dare say “i told you so” he’s too fucking scared to lol.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader

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paldea-gang-two · 1 year ago

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//Why did I use so many tags at the start

I like how initially it was meant to be framed as "the boys got tumblr Actually" and then everything just kind of went crazy.

Also not long into the blogs life bald ingo dropped-- that was quite the day, I'll say.

//boutta go read the whole @subway-bosses-official blog again... for reasons

#sorry for my nostalgic ramblings.. i had to refresh myself on everything for some reasons.#it seems the blog had a wider variety of people interacting before slowly petering off #i believe somewhere in the first arc- maybe after- most lost interest #which is fine!#but i do miss those people sometimes #i wonder now how you all came to find the blog #i realize i have no idea!#also one time someone got like really dark and sent weird asks #something about the black market. also maybe zoroarks?#i cant recall #i might be misremebering something else but i did see the ingo-on-the-black-market ask #also one time someone tried to like press on that it was volo who was involved?? idk why #obvs it was always team destiny from nearly the beginning but... ?????#and then someone else tried to say at one point there was a rumor emmet killed ingo instead of him bejng kidnapped-#-n i think everykne was kinda just like dont worry emmet the media is mean #at least that didnt go anywhere lol #then there was professor aizawa (can only see that mha guy) and something about volo again lol #anyway the early days seemed a little wacky bc i felt i was obligated to answer every single ask #which is fine wjth just us but with countless anons saying something? man.#i love everyone screaming over ingo being in the tags #it was.. so magical to see people be excited over something i was doing #this first arc is very fun to read. i will update. why i am posting this here i do not know #please excuse mod ian's sillyness!

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dawnssummers · 2 years ago

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wait in fool for love is spike an unreliable narrator? can u talk about that? im autistic and literally cant see more then whats told to me (its a curse)

hello! okay i typed a whole thing and then it would not SAVE and i lost it all as well as the motivation to try to recall what i had said but let us try again. the thing is i think he is an unreliable narrator To Buffy, and it's just that we barely actually see him narrate if that makes sense? like the flashbacks we see =/= spike narrating

these tags from @chasingfictions live inside my brain from a post debating whether spike actually told buffy everything

crucially for an episode that is buffy asking spike to talk about his past we do not get to know what spike said to buffy for most of the episode and my assumption is that it was highly editorialised because - as said above - he wants buffy to see him in a certain way, as capable and the slayer of slayers. but what we see is the cut from 'i've always been bad' to william being a failpoet. by the time it cuts back to spike and buffy in the bronze they are suddenly playing pool and all we know is that he said Something about being turned

as a result i think ffl does very interesting character study and especially is interested in interrogating spike's posturing. which is pretty clear from school hard like he literally gets knocked out by an axe like this man is pathetic but the way spike constructs himself is made clear ("there's death, there's glory and sod all else, right?"). we see who he was at various points in time and who he is now and it's not that the spike we see is Not spike either, it's that he is all of this at once. and then the bronze alley (THE ultimate liminal space of buffy the vampire slayer to me) is where we get more of spike's words to buffy and we get the recreated fight interspersed with flashbacks, with present and past finally converging in Every Slayer Has A Death Wish. which starts getting into the buffy developments of ffl which i am also obsessed with but that's a whole other thing to unpack. generally i feel that throughout the series spike is pretty prone to only telling/sharing a specific version of events based on his own views. like he very much has a specific way of viewing himself and the world and a lot of things r interpreted through this filter, the way he talks about angel + his 'confrontation' with robin in lies my parents tell me are good examples of like 'okay this is very clearly just how u feel'. even his crush rant. looping back, if we want to look at spike as a figure of/accidental metaphor for colonialism then making himself look good and capable in ffl actually tracks quite well with real life curating of history it's just that the producers also forgot to frame woc dying on screen as like a bad thing. anyway.

ffl does also work in conjunction with the titular darla episode of angel as a two part whirlwind backstory kind of thing which is another extra-narrative reason why we see these scenes play out. but yes im rly interested in how ffl plays w narration and narrative framing! the super short answer is that spike IS an unreliable narrator but we as the audience do not actually see him narrate. we only see the flashbacks juxtaposed with how he speaks and acts in the main timeline and these position him as an unreliable narrator of the story that buffy hears that we ourselves can only guess about.

#anon #💌#i hope this makes some sense i feel that it doesnt... spike vs having a sense of self and spike vs who he is was and will be #and spike vs how he sees himself and the world and how he wants the world to see Him.

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imeanhesqueer · 1 year ago

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what fanfic are u referring to when u said u left a hate comment on it and we shouldn’t ask if we don’t know.. i know u said don’t ask but im curious.. can i have some context or something please 😭

omg ok, so im referring to the whizzvin scat fic.

the context and stuff is gonna be under the cut because even though it's not a huge deal to some people, it's still pretty gross and if someone doesnt wanna see an explanation they don't have to

anyways, in 2022 someone on ao3 wrote a fan fiction about marvin and whizzer from falsettos where marvin asked whizzer to basically... use him as a "toilet". basically it was a falsettos shit and piss fan fiction.

the basic context of the fic out of the way, im gonna explain a few reasons (that i picked up on) for why its so hated, other than the main one which is the fact its a whizzvin shit and piss fic.

first off, to me and others, it seemed pretty clear whizzer didn't want to participate in the activities marvin was offering but marvin kept coercing whizzer to accept the offer until he finally did. marvin also practically spiked whizzers coffee with like laxatives or something dealing with gut health?? marvin said he didn't spike anything but like.. if you put a "drug/medicine" into someones coffee that they didn't want or consent to, thats spiking a drink. the whole fic is already gross and the fact there was barely consent makes it so much worse.

second problem with the fic was that the author labeled it as a "satire" when it clearly was not satirical. it was pretty obviously meant to be a serious fic about piss and shit fetishes and you could tell that. they wrote the fic so detailed and seriously and i personally think that they should've owned up to it instead of hiding behind the "satire" tag to excuse what they did.

third, they also labeled the fic as "for falsettos twt" which also was just shitty. i seriously doubt that 99% of falsettos twt wanted the fic. personally, i think that if there was a handful of people that requested/demanded this fic (dont understand why??) just send it to them instead of dragging a whole community into it. though, id rather the fic not be written at all. bottom line it was shitty to drag a whole unsuspecting community into it.

lastly, i just think the fic in general was plain disgusting for so many reasons. its just very gross and i hope the author gets help because this fic was just vomit inducing.

bottom line is that this fic sucks and that i think you shouldnt even try to read it. i cant stop you if you do but you were warned. overall tho, hope this explained things a lil better/sorry if this explanation traumatized you.

also lmk if i might've missed anything/recalled something wrong btw because im not perfect/i didn't analyze this fic because i can barely read the first sentence without vomiting in my mouth.

#asks >:^)#falsettos #this fic is awful #i like dont even wanna tag falsettos but i am #sorry for the ranting and rambling

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starsambrosia · 1 year ago

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So i stop flooding peoples dash im gonna just make this a group, the tag is #livechatter

Im rambling about my life because i feel like it

mean in all reality they have saved me from a lot of bad people and bad things i just i dunno if i can belive that every single person i meet is some kind of malicous creature or person with bad intentions...its been years and im outgoing i like people but ive had to cut off most people because the gods told me some shit about them that was scary or my divination read something was up

I just dont know but i dont want to risk it...

But like, how many demons can one person come across and how many just so happen to be bad news for me

3 confirmed and funny thing is one of them actually scarred me both physically and astrally /wild/ one was my childhood friend who had a crush on me and also decided to get into a pact with a demon for ...funzies... but i cant recall if she had the bloodline or not because the last one who was actually super chill was following a family tradition

so yeah when the gods say "hey psst beckys a demon" im gonna be like "well golly gee 3 out of 3 demons the gods told me about were demons i wonder if this person is in a pact with a demon

and typically /usually/ me and demons dont get along, they find my energy tasty ig. Like demons are fine they are but like they just want to eat me usually or theyr mad at me on sight :")

But in any case im gonna belive it, its just...really?? I know im a beacon but seriously? Every person i meet is some mischievous or negative entity. I get out here fae are more common but /everyone?/ really? I dunno man i cant just be running into every non human on the planet both online and irl or if theyr normal theyr just the most shit person you can be to an almost cartoonish extent.

/idk man/

But i stare at my pendulum the one i warded clensed banished shit on and used rituals to invoke a gods name and boom its just "yup this ones no good"

Like...OK??? THEN WHO IS??? And theyll set me up with people and it never goes well like it always falls through because the people i click with just arent good enough??? Or they just all want me dead?

Am i the problem? Like its me or its them and theyr gods like idk idk man im lost im so lost, how can nobody be ok how can so many people just want to hurt me on sight am i seriously that pathetic looking?? Or are they playing some kind of protective roll? Thats kind assuming a lot about them

What are the fucking odds theyd just be over protective

Im kinda whirlling right now because i think i figured it out, Apollo always expressed guilt over the whole imprisonment thing even though that was literally my fault for directly disobeying his very clear instructions for some guy, yeah thats an embaressment ill never live down

Im wondering if Apollo felt bad and now hes just being really harsh on anyone who comes near me, i only wonder this because he had been around for a really long time before he helped me escape my home/cult

But like ive asked others too

In the same pantheon

That was responsible for a lot of fucking trauma

Who like most of them have a reason to be harsh on people

I just wonder what would happen if i asked maybe Zeus instead of literally anyone else besides maybe some of the goddesses.

Oh godsssss i think ive just deadass been asking the wrong people because everyone else is bias and angry at people

Jesus christ i knew it was my fault if i had just thought about it for a second and got my head out of the ground i wouldve seen it

But still i could be wrong so i need to go ask Zeus with my pendulum and see whats going on before i go removing anything...im also wondering what other people have to say about this because im honestly so tired of shutting up about my weird ass life

Pendulum with Zeus:

Is the reason i keep getting a no on my friends because everyone else is bias and angry at people

Yes

Will you give me non bias direct answers if i contact you?

Yes

I get so specific with my questions because if it can only say yes no or maybe i want to narrow it down as much as possible, questions are phrased intuitively or auto written but some times intentional, more gently guided though.

So i figured it out by live journaling basically...nice, ok so this is weird...but when is it ever not hhh

Thats sweet honestly, if it weren't so suffocating...i cant belive this this has taken me literally 3 and a half years to figure out and i just had to talk to Lord Zeus??? Hhhhhhh oh my gods

Going to him more often now honestly

I wouldve never guessed that i think i think too lowly of myself if it took 3 and a half years to realize they care enough to be mad at people who caused me like, irreparable damadge hahaaaa

#ambrosia #lore #livechatter

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months ago

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Good People: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @wabi-sabi1090 @lostinwonderland314 @turtle-cant-communicate @fallout-girl219

Takes place after:

The Farm - Carmy recalls the day you met.

Prequel to:

Pears - It starts when Carmy makes an order he doesn't remember.

Mornings - Carmy sleeps better with you around.

Bubble - You have no idea that you saved Carmy's life.

Crazy, Stupid, Fucked Up World (NSFW) - Carmy tells you he lvoes you for the first time.

Everyone knows that Carmy has a thing for the farm girl. It’s the way his attention shifts when your name is mentioned, the fact it’s him signs for the orders and no one else. They watch as he asks about your day and raise their eyebrows when he stands there and actually listens.

“You may as well be giving her fuck me eyes.” Richie says as he tries to wrestle The Beef t-shirt onto an inflatable hotdog in Jimmy’s backyard.

The two of them are setting up for that ridiculous kid’s party, hoping to knock a couple of grand off the debt Mikey owed him.

“I don’t have fuck me eyes.” Carmy mutters, focusing on slicing the oranges for the homemade Ectoplasm he’s made because Unc’s kid is nuts about Ghostbusters.

“Oh you do. You fucking do.” Richie argues as he pulls out the duct tape. “It’s probably the reason we’re getting such a discount, she likes the way you shake that pasty white ass underneath that little apron of yours.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.” He snaps at Richie, launching a piece of fruit at the back of Richie’s head. It smacks him right on the dome and the other man turns to face him furious.

“What the fuck is with you?” Richie retorts, throwing it back. “Last month you got the shit kicked out of you by a guy dressed like a carrot, now you’re whoring yourself out for cucumbers. You’ve got issues man, big ones.”

Carmen really has nothing to say to that because honestly if he had to whore himself out to keep this business going, he probably fucking would. That’s exactly where his self-respect is right now, rock fucking bottom. It’s the reason he’s out here in the fucking suburbs slinging gourmet hot dogs for little monsters have no fucking clue how the real world works.

“I hate you.” He tells Richie as he throws himself back into his work the same way he always does. “I fucking hate you.”

It’s an hour later that Richie does the uncharacteristic thing and apologizes. Carmy thinks it’s probably got something to do with the Xanex he took about an hour ago.

“I shouldn’t have said that about Alice.” Richie says, rubbing his palm over the back of his neck. “She’s good people.”

“Yea she is.” Carmy responds as he starts to make up another hotdog. “She’s helping us out in a bind because she’s a good person. It’s got nothing to do with my ass.”

Richie tilts his head from side to side as he pulls the bottle of Xanax out of his coat pocket and spills another tablet into his palm.

“It’s a little to do with your ass.” Richie tells him as he takes the pill, washing it down with a cup of Ecto.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Carmy asks as he puts the finishing touches on his masterpiece.

“It means for some fucked up reason she likes you.” Richie responds, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know why, you’re basically a fucking mop with eyes but she does and you should really do something about that.”

“Like what Richie?” Carmy retorts, turning to face him, his hands coming to rest on his hips. “I run a sandwich shop that’s failing so badly I had to pay for our meat order with change out the arcade machine thirty days ago, I’ve got jack shit to offer anyone right now.”

“I’m just saying you deserve to be happy.” Richie says as he leans back against the fold up table, the tension in his shoulders relaxing. “Mikey would have wanted you to be happy.”

Carmy doesn’t know what Mikey would have wanted because Mikey, he’s not hear to tell him.

“That second Xanex just kicked in didn’t it?” Carmy remarks, changing the subject and Richie exhales, nodding his head.

“Oh yea, big time. I don’t feel a fucking thing.”

It’s on the way home, that Carmy starts to think about what Richie said, about you, about being happy.

Sitting in those fields at your farm on his days off, shooting the shit with you. It’s the closest thing to contentment he’s felt in years. If he was a better man, someone less mentally ill, he’d consider pursuing it but honestly he’s a fucking mess. He wouldn’t wish himself on any woman especially you.

“You’re punking out aren’t you?” Richie says from the passenger seat as he watches the world go by outside.

“No.” Carmy says, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “She just deserves better than an asshole like me.”

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its almost going to be 10 years since i was sa’ed. and im still trying to find a justification for it and trying to figure out who really was to blame.

did i ask for it? i remember being a bit daring because i thought he was bluffing. but it happened. and i remember a lot of it vividly. some of it feels like the blurriness of a dream.

im still trying to understand. but im only understanding nothing. he insulted every other girl in that cul-de-sac. he insulted my sibling and called them ugly. he made dirty jokes a lot. but he called me beautiful. and on the day , he made a bet with me. if i performed the act he requested , he would give me candy or money. i dont remember which it was. during the incident , he still called me beautiful , and called me baby.

sa is a criminal act. you can go to jail for it. but he was 12 or 13. i do not know if a kid so young who did it to a 10 year old girl would have gotten in trouble. i had no proof myself to present to anyone. and i laughed off a friend at the time who told me i need to talk to someone.

ive said his name , but it may have come off as like a name of endearment. especially regarding my comments of how i cant exactly let him go , even though i have an indescribable hatred of him. his name was angel. i hate that i still remember that , even after all these years.

the incident has only left me thinking for the past year or so to just give my body up for others pleasures. i think that's all im worth. ive been gr00med as well , by adults online. and i will not be surprised when i get four letter r worded one day. im expecting it.

i cant let myself fall in love because im afraid to encounter someone like him again. i want to be loved , not used.

it feels so paralyzing. each time i think about it my freeze response is triggered. each time i want to say something about it , it feels like i lose my ability to speak or type. the flashbacks have been terrifying. i cant escape it. the memories lead to shaking and feeling very hot and embarrassed , and his touch comes back. there's no possible way to distract myself anymore from the memories and flashbacks. i got up to get cantaloupe not long after thoughts came on tonight to just eat and forget about the incident , but it does not taste like much now. and its not blocking out the taste of the french kiss you forced upon me 8 years ago , as well as biting my tongue. even though he did not...have i word with me nor did he four letter r word me , if i did not escape i know it would have happened. and i beat myself up relentlessly lately for escaping. i tell myself i should have stayed and made him happy. after all , i agreed. though i did not really know what he meant. and i thought it was a joke. until he had taken my hand and led me to the small foresty area of the cul-de-sac , and your friend tagged along. he watched as everything happened. i remember very vividly that you and him were making jokes and laughing at my under clothes , and you stopped and started being sweet with me and calling me affectionate names when you saw i almost burst into tears.

and you got off somewhat free. i havent told too many people at all. the first time i said it aloud to my psychiatrist , my voice shook so bad that you would think i was about to start sobbing. even though i laughed it off like usual. and even though what you did was a crime , there'd be no way for me to report you now. all that happened to my knowledge was that one kid’s mom thought you had done it to her daughter , not me

since it will be the tenth anniversary in two years , i may make a cake with something like “congrats! you survived ten years :)” written on it in frosting. i dont recall the exact day or even month that it happened. or time of year either. so i think ill just celebrate myself in late november of 2026.

i wish i could go back to the 5-year period of my life where i had completely forgotten about what you had done to me, Angel.

#vent #tw child trauma #tw sa #long post #tw r@pe mention #tw grooming mention

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autisticlee · 5 months ago

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is it bad that when someone says I was treated poorly by someone, i'm very confused because I didn't realize it? I feel like i'm treated poorly by everyone, so I'm not going to notice when someone is treating me particularly poorly. it's all the same to me and i'm used to it/expect it. how bad is that? 😅

personal family context below because it's too long for the tags:

so basically, my uncle is married to a very controlling and overbearing woman who thinks she's above and better than everyone. she taught her kids (my cousins) to her that way and my uncle had to be that way to please her. (this is what I heard. I always thought they were super nice and polite and stuff. but apparently that was all an act and they were being fake) my uncle is in the process of divorcing her, he was waiting until his kids were all legal adults so she cant take them away from him. but he apparently was super apologetic to my mom about how he acted before towards us because he was being manipulated by his wife and stuff and didn't want to get on her bad side and was so happy we let him come to my sidyers wedding because he thought we hated him for how he acted or something. my parents were talking about this and they said that yeah they were upset about how they acted and especially how they treated my grandpa and *me* and I was like ??????? wait me? when and why me lmao. if I was treated bad either i'm so used to being treated bad I didn't notice, or they were saying things about me behind my back. which i'm also used to. I didn't ask because they were both busy and ignoring me and I was also trying to make dinner to go to work. but I just remembered hearing about the one time we visited them, after we left, apparently the wife took the blankets/pillows and other stuff my grandpa and I used and burned them in their firepit???? and said my uncle better not let us come to their house again. i'm not sure of i'm making up this memory or if it's real because I can't trust my memory lmao. but what the fuck lmao. how can you hate someone so much you burn stuff they touched?! what did I even do to her????? besides be autisitic and not perfect. and what did my grandpa do besides be old and hard of hearing and sometimes accidentally say a wrong thing because of it and not know??? he helped them with stuff the whole time we were there.

and I don't know if what to make out of this, but my uncle's horrible wife was the only one in the family to use my preferred name and pronouns. so at least she's not transphobic I guess 🤷‍♂️ but she did use it in front of a bunch if people I wasn't out to (who seemed to ignore it) so now i'm wondering if she was *trying* to out me out of the evilness I her heart, because I don't think she would have known anyway, or if she was being nice to me for real for once in her life lmao i'm so confused.

why is it always me fbdhdhdhskssk what did I do to her?! I can only assume it's being autistic and having the amazing ability to make people hate me without knowing why.

it was apparently only me and my grandpa. (also why my grandpa when he literally burned all his money away to help others and hurts himself trying to help others???? what did he do to her?

also my dad said he was upset at my uncle for allowing "them" meaning his wife and the kids to "treat me that way" what way? besides that weird burning stuff thing, I don't recall the kids treating me bad, so I must have missed something...... sighs.

I want to know what it is that makes people hate me so much and so easily, just for shits and giggles, I might even do it on purpose.

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tortan-saarbruccan · 2 years ago

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JusticeLeague0815

YTA. I mean there's definitely some shit going down in your life right now but your "friend" is definitely right in saying that you don't trust him. After all you came here instead of just talking to him. Especially because it seems like he is the one to always save you from the shit going down around you. Cant believe I'm giving out relationship advice to people on the internet now but just. talk. to. him.

wrtlbrmpft

i totally agree, OP's friend seems to care very much for him and by keeping him away he's already hurting him. Also are you sure those mysterious men that are after you really exist?

themanthemyththelegend

dude did you not read the text. op literally said hes been attaked twice already. also is noone gonna talk about the fact op literally confessed to comitting a crims?

wrtlbrmpft

Start to write properly and maybe then I will give a shit.

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IchundmeinHoelzer (original poster)

Nobody asked about your fucking relationship advice. So how about you just shut your face. Also Leo and I are good friends so you can shove your quotation marks up your ass.

JusticeLeague0815

touchy touchy

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fussballhoernchen80

I know that's you, schürk. And yes, you are definitely the asshole here, even more so than usual. I don't know how he puts up with you every day. Probably a good bit of trauma-bonding happening.

PS: Du bringst am Montag besser Hörnchen mit, sonst zeige dem Subjekt deines Usernamens diesen thread.

igotinvested

omg. do you know op personally? is it all of that true about his father? so your not the friend, right? do you also work in the mafia?

mansplainer1000

you cant really believe that, that's just some rando who thought he was funny

igotinvested

maybe you are blind or dumb but they used a name. a name. they know ops name ergo they know him

mansplainer1000

you ever heard of people lying on the internet? god, are you naive

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ERIS

you couldn't pay me to touch the above thread with a ten-foot pole

markdieter

In Anbetracht des Namens ist diese Aussage recht erotisch.

ERIS

wtf???

Bertelsmann Stiftung

Guten Tag, ich bin ein sogenannter "Bot" der Bertelsmann Stiftung für Meinungsforschung und wurde erschaffen um mit ihrer Hilfe die Welt noch kreativer, effizienter, teamfähiger, begeisterungsfähiger und kreativer zu gestalten.

Wo kaufen sie ihre Hörnchen?

a. Im Supermarkt als Aufbackware

b. Im Supermarkt am Backautomaten

c. Bei einer großen Bäckereikette

d. Bei der Bäckerei ihres Vertrauens

e. Ich backe meine Hörnchen selbst (falsche Antwort)

Vielen Dank für ihre Teilnahme.

masterofdisaster

hoooly sh*t, how did you get a blank space in your username?

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GHive

masterofdisaster

YES. Half of OPs problems would probably solve themselves if he and his friend just boned.

GHive

freudenreichesKieselsteinchen

same

igotinvested

Like? OP's friend really said he'd go to the end of the world with him. If that isn't love...

mansplainer1000

delusional, how about you go out and touch some grass?

cynicalbarracuda

says the pot to the kettle

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ERIS

ok, but like, OP's friend is basically the textbook definition of 'I can fix him', right?

iamboatingthem

asgshkfjrbfjfjcns

iamboatingthem

wait. the ops name is Schürk, right? and @fussballhoernchen80 said something about 'the subject of his username', that would be the other guy, right? so we got two names and a ship... The question is now: is it Schölzer or Hörk?

IchundmeinHoelzer (original poster)

I don't know what boats have to do with this shit but i don't recall asking for your opinion on my relationship status. So fuck right off.

masterofdisaster

relationship status, you say? Well that's easy: the biggest 'it's complicated' you'll ever see.

whyamihere666

ngl they do seem pretty close...

igotinvested

Is noone else gonna point out that OP probably is mafioso? I mean his father stole money which OP now found, there are multiple men after him who want the money and instead of going to the police he just keeps it? Not to forget that his father faked being murdered by his own son and committed suicide! The question now is: Does OP's friend know that OP's in the mafia? Because if he doesn't i can totally understand OP's refusal to talk to him about it. Very sweet of him to protect him from that.

mansplainer1000

Should have known I would find one of you in this thread...

igotinvested

i don't know what your implying there and i don't know why you care

orthographie-checker

*you're

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masterofdisaster

the real question is: what is going on with @igotinvested and @mansplainer1000 and who will get the rights to the inevitable 200k slowburn, enemies-to-lovers plot?

igotinvested

har har, i dont know what the dude wants from me

whyamihere666

seems pretty superficial of you to assume it's a man

masterofdisaster

tbh only a man would use he/him pronouns for a person they don't know anything about

also not so sure this is the right word

cynicalbarracuda

dudes literally called himself mansplainer

deancas4life

me, every time i see @igotinvested and @mansplainer1000: RIP Steve Yockey

igotinvested

Guys, did you see what @fussballhoernchen80 wrote? We now know OP is called Schürk and is probably German. And OP called his friend Leo and as @iamboatingthem pointed out, Hoelzer ist probably also a reference to his friend. So we can assume his friend is called Leo Hoelzer, right?

mansplainer1000

god, are you still here? how many times do i habe to tell you, this is just a big, fat load of bullshit. also that was dutch not german

masterofdisaster

*cue romantic music playing*

mansplainer1000

what the fuck is your problem, man

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asumfufulna

i dunno, i think the dude just lives in a movie

funniestangelinthegarrison

more like a series

funniestangelinthegarrison

a series of unfortunate events

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there's a part two now

Am I the asshole for not telling my best friend about the money my dad stole 25 years ago?

My (32m) best friend (32m) recently figured out that I have found the money that my now-deceased father stole about 25 years ago during a bank heist. About 16 years ago my best friend hit my father with a shovel that sent him into a coma for 15 years probably saving my life in the process. He then woke up about a year ago, killed himself and made it look like a murder, framing me for his own suicide. My best friend helped me prove my innocence. However, a lot of men know about my father and the money he stole and are currently trying to get their hands on it. They already attacked me when I was in prison after I got arrested for my father's alleged murder. Since then I got attacked another time, but I was easily able to handle it.

I know that my best friend just wants to protect me after everything that we went through together but I don’t want him to get involved even more than he already is. He told me he would go to the end of the world with me but I really don’t want him to. It will only get him hurt. I will only get him hurt. But now he is extremely mad at me for not telling him about the money and actively lying to him when he was asking what was going on. He accused me of only trusting myself. Am I the asshole?

Edit: My best friend's feelings for me or my feelings for him are not relevant to this conversation. Stop arguing about that.

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