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My favorite apartment in this building is done
This is probably gonna be the one I play in the most
This is the only other individualized one I have done
In comparison its a little...meh.
My problem is I do not know how to decorate houses for anyone but myself
The first apartment is one that I would want to live in. Vibrant colors. Lots of patterns and plants. The wood tones in the furniture don't need to match cuz who gives a shit? The chairs around the dining room table are all the chairs I like in the game that I always have trouble deciding between and this time I decided I would just use what felt right. Very few things are from the same sets. Random pictures and art work all over the walls. And very cluttered.
I dont know how to decorate any other way. Like I know that these other people probably wouldn't decorate their own homes this way. So I wanna do it in a way that makes sense. But I don't know how so it looks pretty empty and bland. Like I loosely based the interior of the second place off my grammys house. But idk how accurate it is and I ran out of steam really fast. I hyperfixated for like 6 hours on the other one.
The 4 apartments that are identical are best on the bottom floors but but the time I reached the top 2 floors id run out of steam so theyre extremely barebones and the family I moved in to play test (who will be the landlords) were all complaining that they were "dismally decorated" so rip to whatever random townies I rent those out to. But you know. Decorate your own damn apartments I cant do everything for you.
#also very upsetting thing i discovered last night#apparently the bathtubs dont HAVE to have the arrows pointing away from the walls#they can face the wall and still work#this is upsetting because i only just found out and im mad i never actually tried it before#now tbf i usually use the shower/bath combos which do need to be facing away from the walls#but STILL#there are at least some bathrooms that i completely rearranged for no reason just so the bathtub would function#when i couldve just flipped the tub around#nearly a decade playing this damn game and i only just figured that out
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âşâ§âË ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ââąâŕ˝ŕž Ëââ§âş dark!fic recs
CW: once again, these works contain dark and explicit themes that may be upsetting or triggering to some. please use your discretion and discernment.
@cherienymphe : when i first seriously got back on tumblr and got into dark!fanfic, cherie's was one of the first blogs i found. her writing was essentially my indoctrination. it was terrifying how much i loved it/her writing. truly phenomenal. i've read quite of few of her stories (mainly for rafe cameron, jj maybank, steve rogers, and peter parker) but i'll list my faves.
"when the party's over" - its something about this series...i think about it often. if you're into forced pregnancy or corruption tropes, tap in.
"wicked games" - i actually first read this one on ao3 before i discovered her tumblr and was absolutely gagged. another one i think of often.
"amnesiac" - the first series of hers that i ever read. absolutely traumatized me and i sobbed reading it. amazing storytelling.
"the hills" - another bangerrr. a one night stand ends in complete and total blackmail and entrapment. he just wanted to give her a better life *clown face emoji*.
"his father's son" - after ward death, rafe takes over the reins in more ways than one.
"teenage dirtbag" - this series single handedly made me a jj girl. the tension??? yup yup mhm.
"the less i know the better" - ironically my favorite part of this story is readers relationship with rafe but seeing jj slowly and then rapidly descend into madness? yeah.
"claimed" - a/b/o dynamics. brought me back to my wattpad days. still eat it up.
"daddy dearest" - steve meets a single mom and decides to be not the stepdad, but the dad who stepped up.
i'll be honest, i was a non believer in dark!peter but: "she's with me", "one last time." "suburbia" and "basic training" made a believer outta me. hands. down.
@lambtotheslaughterr : it absolutely amazes me the things that come from her mind. the level of creativity and originality needs to be studied. oona, you are criminally underrated.
âriseâ - the first series of hers that i read. arguably the best series iâve read on here thus far. this is the first part to her âthe day the world endedâ universe and it completely blew me away. i couldnât believe that something like it had come from some silly little boat show. just brilliant.
âwhen the bough breaksâ - the first work of hers i read. this one for me was a heartbreaking slow burn story, but the smutâŚmakes up for it. yes yes.
âi burnâ - sex!addict reader x rafe cameron. need i say more? actually, i will. the smut and tension in this one towards the end? it was shameful how turned on i was.
âone way or anotherâ - buckle up, grab a snack, and prepare for the ride of a lifetime. thatâs it.
âsomething wicked this way comesâ - a single mom trying to escape her past, except her past is rafe cameron. this was one very spooky scary la la.
"summit" - the second part to the tdtwe universe. its still brand new but its already feeling like another banger, i mean it's oona. tap in.
@harryspet : rae was also apart of my indoctrination and boy did she do what needed to be done. her perfectly curated moodboards alone did it for me. very mindful, very demure.
"homestead" - what can i say...i'm a sucker for pregnancy stories :( and this series was no exception. absolutely delectable. enjoy.
"well kept" - classic millionaire ceo x reader, my younger wp reading self cheered gleefully. my love language is acts of service and boyy was this one speaking my language. had me at "scheduled braiding appointment."
"bambi eyes" - this one was one of those that made me want to take a good long look in the mirror and ask myself, "is this who we are...is this what we represent?"
@sherrybaby14 : this one is for the mcu girlies. more fics than you could ever ask for. everyone say "thank you, mother!"
"the distraction" - i'm starting to notice a kidnapping/stockholm syndrome pattern here...ANYWAY! work is realllyy stressful for steve and you just happen to be the perfect distraction.
@straywords : she's no longer active but her incredible writings remain so please, peruse. its like a beautiful museum over there.
"a break" - *gasp* another pregnancy story! stucky edition.
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor : an icon, a legend, she is the moment! another infinite library for my mcu girls. roo has all you could ever want or ask for.
@perlelune
"all too well" - yes, yes, another one, its who i am. rafe cameron proving once again that you can't escape him.
"lucky" - best friend!rafe x reader. he didn't know what he had until it was almost gone
"tag, you're it" - never read a scream fanfic before this one but boy did i have fun! chad is so pookie in this too :(
@honestsycrets : back when i was in my miguel era, sy single handedly kept me fed.
"starved | mio" - "mio", in which you babysit mayday and it gives miguel baby fever and "starved", in which he made you a mom...but its left less time for other activities.
"stung" - sex pollen/abo. reader gets bitten by an anomaly causing a reaction that only miguel can cure
"amor y respeto" - he just can't love you the way you need to be. so you and miguel break up...at the worst possible time.
"exclusive" - you and miguel are fuckbuddies. you want more, but miguel can't bring himself to give it to you. so you find company in hobie, who's there for you in all the ways that you need. miguel's not happy about that.
"canary" - you're a singer in the 1920s who's fallen in with the dangerous o'hara brothers.
"grande" - sex!worker miguel x assistant!reader. think...a pepper x tony kinda dynamic. except, miguel doesn't take kindly to certain slights. :)
@starfxkrinc : last but certainly not least! moony is a ridiculously talented writer and a mutal of mine. i found her early on during my resurgence on here. this is her new side blog (rip lovesickbrat and starfxkr!!) luckily she was able to salvage a lot of her past works and is back like she never left. i recommend her "western nights" series (really just the trailer park!jj tag in general) and her "ode to eaters" au. a queen of all things taboo. she does it for the girls who are drawn to the dark and scary. the gross and weird. <3
#lari's fic recs#dark!rafe x reader#dark!rafe cameron#dark!steve rogers#dark!steve rogers x reader#dark!peter parker#dark!peter parker x reader#dark!jj maybank#dark!jj maybank x reader#dark!ethan landry#dark!ethan landry x reader#dark!ransom drysdale#dark!random drysdale x reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#rafe x reader#jj x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jj maybank x reader
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Hi. It's me again.
WHERE THE FRICK IS BUMBLEBEE?! Sorry, let me calm down and retry.
Thank you for answering my last ask, I can't help but notice how no one knows where Bee's ghost is. And Megatron is the one looking into the Matrix... Is he haunting Megatron? Trying to stop him from doing it? Helping him?
Is Optimus's ghost following Ratchet around like a sad puppy?
Also just the pairings- Jazz with Megatronus? THat sounds... like fun.
Do the primes miss the other Primes and ask their host if they can check on the other bots that got shrapeneled? Maybe one of them asks if they can find a way to talk with the others... or maybe they can talk trough the hosts... maybe... (ah ah possessed arc)
(PS I really vibe with Hive's whole deal, he is very cool :D and I'm devastated that I'm the one that discovered how he explodes)
Hug hug!
Hi again!!! Don't worry, Bee is still here!
His spirit is just...struggling. He's weak at first, flickering like a dying light bulb. He hasn't left the fractured core of the Matrix still in his corpse, but his soul signature is so weak no one can find him. He's just sort of trapped there for a while, in the burnt out room he died in. Until Megatron of course.
Megatron breaks into the autobot base, walks past every sleeping mech he could easily have snuffed, and steals the Matrix core, and by unintentional extension, steals Bumblebee. Now at first, Bee is rightfully upset. He hates being at the gloomy decepticon base, he hates Megatron for taking his voice, he's just mad. Time passes as Megatron tinkers with the core, and Bee regains strength enough to....throw things???
It shouldn't be possible. Somehow this unstable remnant of the Matrix doesn't contain him, but merely houses him, and as he grows stronger, he can appear as an apparition to Megatron. He uses it almost solely to hinder him. With no voice (even ghost Bee gets no respite) all he can really do is mess up Megatron's workspace and insult him through pantomime. Really he doesn't understand why Megatron puts up with it, but aside from the occasional fit of rage at his antics, the decepticon leader ignores him as much as possible and puts his all into trying to restore the Matrix.
Before long he starts having one sided conversations with Bumblebee. Its mostly complaints at first, and insults towards him and the autobots and whatever else goes wrong in his life outside of this little workshop Bee cant leave. It soon gives way to more private matters; intentionally or not, Megatron is revealing his very convoluted, very mixed feelings about Optimus Prime.
The war has gone on too long, why couldn't that idiot just see things from his perspective, he deserved to die, he will be brought back, how could his oldest friend just leave him like this...
To Bee it sounds...exactly like how Optimus felt about Megatron, just drowned in molten anger issues. Against his self preservation instinct, Bee decides to work towards putting this whole mess to bed. Nothing better to do.
With what limited knowledge and communication he has, he does his best to try and help Megatron fix the Matrix. They have spats still, and plenty of set backs, but things smooth over when Megatron (begrudgingly) admits to feelings of regret over taking Bee's voice. As an olive branch, Bee explains something to Megatron that he's been dying to know: how Optimus died.
Things sour fast. Megatron is determined to murder Starscream, Bee is frustratedly trying to explain that if he does so, this little partnership of convenience is over, and he will ensure that the Matrix is never restored. The end of the war relies almost solely on Megatron reeling in his damn anger, and Bee doesnt intend to allow any slip ups. He has no idea how this will end when Megatron leaves the workshop that night.
On the other side of things, the Primes are having a real...weird time?? The ones without hosts can communicate with each other, but the other four are basically cut off from all but their hosts. They don't have the ability to take control anymore, and even if they did, their hosts are nowhere near as easy to possess, nor as willing, as Hive Prime was. Ratchet especially has threatened to tear the Matrix metal from his frame and grind it to dust if Prima so much as thinks about trying it. The other three hosts are similarly put off.
Once again the Primes are relegated to giving advice, but it's not advice anyone seems to want, and yeah, it's mostly because of the wild pairings. Megatronus is constantly clutching his pearls over Jazz's laid-back attitude and deliberate ignorance of his wishes. Prima's calm rationality does little to temper Ratchet's snappy demeanor and only really gets on his nerves (how can you be so calm after what you all did?). Ironhide straight up refuses to acknowledge Quintus. Drift is probably the only one feeling alright with all this. Alpha Trion is generally reasonable, and isn't interested in having control over Drift's form, nor was he interested in it with Hive, so they just vibe like college roommates.
It's uncomfortable, but the Primes are used to sharing space. The worst part is actually sharing it with fewer mechs than usual. The Primes all miss each other to varying degrees, but for the most part are either too egotistical to admit it, or think it improper to mention.
Of course, grand prize for worst ghost time currently goes to Optimus. Dying, watching Bee suffer, feeling his friend's life force extinguish...
He might as well be a husk right now, full on silent treatment is all he's capable of at the moment. The other Primes know better than to try and speak with him. This is their doing to begin with, the channeling of their energy that strained Bee so heavily. Optimus follows the elected council around during the days, but at night he sits outside the room where Hive's body rests. He was there the night that Megatron broke in.
It takes immense effort to travel far enough out from the base to go see Megatron, and he needs several cycles to recover after every attempt, but he keeps doing it, knowing he could fade away permanently. When he gets there, he's too weak for Bee or Megatron to detect him. But he can hear their talks. He misses them both more than words can say.
(Sorry the response is so long, lol. This ask really got the gears turning in my head. I hope at least that makes up for being the one to find out that Ending 3 Hive dies bloody. I'm really flattered to hear you like him! For me that's quite high praise coming from you. Hug hug!)
#Hive Prime AU#hive prime#bumblebee#bumblebee is my favorite#optimus prime#megatron#ratchet#jazz#ironhide#drift#megatronus prime#prima prime#quintus prime#alpha trion#starscream#the thirteen primes#the matrix of leadership#transformers#maccadam#asks#asks open#hive prime au asks#long post
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lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 7
Summary:Â Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her familyâs restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didnât see comingâone teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isnât sure theyâll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.
Previous Chapters:Â Chapter 1Â |Â Chapter 2Â |Â Chapter 3Â |Â Chapter 4Â |Â Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
It was only supposed to be dinner, and Isla had every intention of sticking to that when she agreed to a date with Rafe. But even after a heavy meal, Isla discovered that Rafe has as big of a sweet tooth as she does, which is how they ended up in the kitchen making an ice cream sundaeâto shareâbefore bringing it to eat outside. Except instead of returning to their table, they sit on the edge of the pool, bare feet dangling into the inviting water as the boat-shaped dish sits between them.
And Isla, God, sheâs having fun.
The conversation with Rafe never falls flat or tapers off into awkward silence. The two of them talk constantly, flowing from one topic to the next seamlessly as they eat the sundae. Isla kicks her feet back and forth lightly in the pool, the view of her yellow painted toenails distorted under the lapping water as she scoops up some more ice cream, drenched in chocolate syrup, and asks, âSo you like the campus?â
Rafe nods, the gentle breeze dancing through his hair. They are talking about college, since Rafe is a year ahead of her, and already done with his first year at the same university Isla is starting at in the fall. âYeah, itâs nice,â he nods, looking down as he scoops some ice cream as well. âThere are some great spots to hang out, and some hole-in-the-wall type of places to grab food between classes.â
âHole-in-the-wall?â Isla repeats with a raised eyebrow and teasing smile. âDidnât really picture you as someone whoâd like those kinds of places.â
As soon as the words are out, Isla feels a stab of guilt for obviously judging him blatantly, but Rafe doesnât look the least bit insulted by her comment. Instead, he lets out a laugh around the spoon in his mouth, the light in his eyes dancing. âHey, no one was more surprised than me,â he admits. âBut I very quickly learned that those places have the best food.â
Isla laughs, nodding. âFair enough. Whatâs your favorite one?â
âSuttonâs Drug Store,â Rafe answers immediately. Her eyebrows flick up, grinning at the lack of hesitation on his part. âTheyâve got the best burgers Iâve ever had. Itâs also pretty popular with the college students but, yeah, if you like burgers and sandwiches, I highly suggest going there.â
âMaybe you can show me.â She shocks them both by saying this, her smile turning a little shy when Rafeâs slightly surprised eyes meet hers. âSince youâre so familiar with the place.â
âYou sure you wanna be seen with me?â
He doesnât sound accusatory or upset about it, just simply curious, but it makes her chest tighten all the same. Truthfully, the thought of her friends seeing her with Rafe is a little daunting, mostly because Isla knows how they can be. Especially because itâs Rafe, of all people. The history between them is too deep and not all that pleasant for her friends to readily accept. . . Whatever it is thatâs happening between her and Rafe.
Licking her lips and tasting the ice cream, Isla drops her gaze to the dish between them, scooping up some melting ice cream onto her spoon as she tells him quietly, âMaybe we take it one step at a time?â
âHey.â Isla lifts her gaze and bites the inside of her cheek at the softened look in his eyes as he gazes at her, the light of the pool dancing in his blue eyes, somehow making them lighter. âYou run the show here, Isla. Whatever youâre most comfortable with, Iâm game. I justââ He hesitates and Isla is endeared by the flash of uncertainty as he gazes down at her, reminding her that sheâs not the only one thatâs probably nervous about this. About them and this whole situation they have found themselves in. âI just wanna see you again.â
Her heart thumps wildly, warmth unfurling in her chest. âYou do?â
âYeah,â he nods, the corner of his mouth curving upwards. âIâd say this was a successful first date, wouldnât you?â
She did have fun tonightâmore than she thought she would. Rafe went through the effort of making their dinner, and he and Isla chatted and laughed together in ways she hadnât seen coming. As the night went on, Isla felt more and more comfortable in his presence, for once putting the whole Pogues versus Kooks ideals out of her mind and just letting herself enjoy the moment.
Rafe is funny and knows how to carry a conversation, and itâs never one-sided; with every question she asks of him, he returns them to her, looking genuinely interested in wanting to get to know her more. The fact of the matter is, Isla had a lot of fun tonight, and she wouldnât mind doing this again with him.
âI would,â she answers with a nod and slow growing grin, one that he mirrors and knocks the air out of her lungs. The way he looks at her dries her throat, a hundred thoughts running behind those blue eyes, all of which Isla wants to know desperately. With a breathless chuckle, she raises the spoon and quips, âYouâre quite the charmer, Rafe Cameron,â before popping the spoon in her mouth for her last bit of ice cream, legs gently kicking in the water.
She lets it sit in her mouth for a moment, grinning around it as Rafe lets out a laugh. âAs long as it gets me a second date,â he muses, which makes her cheeks flush.
Isla giggles; itâs light and a little breathless, but itâs a giggle nonetheless, and when was the last time a guy made her laugh like that? Ducking her head and feeling a little overwhelmed, she puts her spoon down and clears her throat. âItâs getting late, I should head home.â
âYeah, okay,â Rafe says coolly, and Isla avoids his gaze because then heâd be able to make out the pink in her cheeks as she pulls her feet out of the water and stands up. When she goes to pick up the ice cream dish, Rafe says, âLeave it, Iâll take care of it.â
She hums in acknowledgement and slips her sandals back on, grabbing her purse. She can sense Rafe following after her as they walk back into the house and cross over to the front door. Isla bites her lip when Rafe reaches around her and opens the door, and Isla finally turns to face him, her eyes meeting his pretty blue. âThis was fun,â she tells him honestly with a smile. âI. . . We should do it again,â she adds with a new warmth pooling in her cheeks.
Rafe smiles, an excited flash of his eyes accompanying the relief that seems to relax his shoulders. His gaze dips, then, to her mouth, and just when Isla begins to think something is going to happen, he says, âYouâve got a littleââ
He gestures to the corner of his own mouth, and the warmth in Islaâs face intensifies with an embarrassed heat when she realizes sheâs got something on her face. âOh, God,â she groans, using the back of her hand to wipe at the corner of her mouth. When she glances at her hand, she doesnât see anything, but asks Rafe anyway, âDid I get it?â
Amusement dances in his eyes, which somehow manages to lessen her embarrassment. âNo,â he says, a smile playing on his lips as his hand lifts. Rafe blinks, pausing, and Islaâs gaze flickers from his hand back to him as he clears his throat and asks, âUh, can I?â
Isla freezes for a moment, pulse quickening. Despite her surprise, she finds herself nodding, Rafeâs gaze locked with hers and not straying for a second, even as his hand reaches out. The air hitches in her throat when she feels his fingers gently grasp the underside of her left jaw, the briefest of touches eliciting sparks of electricity to shoot throughout the rest of her body and threatening to knock her off her feet. The band of his signet ring is cool against her skin. She notes, in that moment, his blue eyes darkening a bit when his thumb gently rubs the skin next to her lips, not quite at the corner of them but close enough.
Itâs oddly, stunningly, intimate. Isla doesnât even dare to breathe as she peers up at him, his height easily overtaking hers and it shouldnât be as attractive as it is. His touch is warm, electrifying, and she isnât quite sure if sheâs imagining the space between them lessening while the tension stirs and grows thicker with every passing second.Â
So slowly, Rafe lowers his hand, her skin already missing the contact, but the lack of space between them remains the same. Isla knows she should go, turn and walk to her car and that will be the end of the date. Yet she still lingers, still hopes a little, maybe. She wonders if he will close the distance, if she will be brave enough to do it herself, and realizes that she really wants Rafe to kiss her. A thrill of anticipation runs through Isla, goosebumps pickling her skin with a thunderous pulse thrumming through her.
She picks up the split second where his gaze dips to her mouth, hope and excitement risingâonly for it all to shatter when the shrill ring of a phone cuts through the air.
Isla immediately steps back, heart leaping into her throat and cheeks warming as Rafeâs jaw tightens in annoyance. Disappointment sits heavily on Islaâs chest as Rafe digs his phone out of the pockets of his pants and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. âIâm sorry, itâs my dad.â
âNo, itâs okay,â Isla rushes, her words slurring together in a hurry as she takes a backwards step out of the house. Rafeâs gaze meets her and Isla tries hard not to notice the longing in his eyesâfor her, for the moment they lost. She knows itâs reflected in her own eyes, too, as she flashes him a quick smile. âI should head out, anyway. Iâll, um, see you later.â She steps into the night, the phone still ringing in Rafeâs hand as he watches her, and her smile softens. Despite the disappointment of the lack of kiss, Isla tells him, âThank you for tonight. It was. . .â She trails off, cheeks pinkening, and she sees Rafe ease a bit at her sudden shyness. âIt was wonderful.â
The heat in her face grows, wanting to cringe at her breathless choice of words, but Rafe grins, triumph and a boyish kind of giddiness brightening his features. âThank you for coming. Iââ He glances at his phone before asking her, âLet me know when you get home?â
Isla bites her lower lip, smiling with a nod. âI will. Goodnight, Rafe.â
He leans against the doorway. He still hasnât answered the call. âGoodnight, Isla.â
When she walks to her car, she can feel Rafeâs gaze on her back, and sheâs surprised by the fact that she has to resist the urge to turn back around and kiss him. He stays in the doorway, phone to his ear now, and watches her get into her car, and she grins to herself when she realizes that he doesnât shut the front door until sheâs all the way backed out of his driveway.
On her drive home, Isla blasts the air conditioner to cool her heated skin down, music playing through the speakers and the bass of the song amplifying the thumping of her heart. She drives home in a daze, mostly, as she replays the entire night in her mind once again. The smiles they shared, the conversations that seemed never ending. Sheâs surprised to find out that she and Rafe have a lot in common; their love for readingâeven if itâs different genresâmusic taste, a healthy fear of snakes, both preferring Nutella over peanut butter. . .
It goes on and on, the things they both like and dislike, and with each revelation, Isla felt like she was discovering a whole new Rafe Cameron that she didnât know existed before. And she likes him. A lot.Â
Isla huffs out a quiet laugh, entering her room and shutting the door behind her. She collapses on her bed, staring at the ceiling for three seconds before grabbing a pillow and presses it to her face, before letting out the loudest muffled squeal she can.
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âHey, did you leave the restaurant yet?â Kie asks when Isla answers her phone call.
âWalking out right now,â she says, walking down the path towards the parking lot, hiking up her tote bag thatâs stuffed with her work clothes. She had changed into her bathing suit, crop top and shorts in the bathroom before clocking out of her shift. âWhy?â
âCan you pick JJ up from work?â Kie asks. âHe caught a ride this morning from one of his neighbors, I think. Something about his bike not starting.â
âAre you already at John Bâs?â Isla asks as she unlocks her car.
Kie blows out a breath. âYeah, I didnât know heâd need a ride or I wouldâve waited before leaving.â
Isla grins as she starts the car. âAw, youâre such a nice girlfriend.â
âShut up,â her sister hisses, making Isla burst into laughter. She loves teasing Kie, especially when it comes to her feelings for JJ. Itâs Islaâs duty as her sister, really, to tease and tease until Kiara and JJ do themselves a favor and get together. âIâll see you later.â
The drive to the country club is only ten minutes, and as Isla is pulling into the parking lot, she passes by two parked motorcyclesâone of which is very familiar. Her pulse quickens when she recognizes Rafeâs bike, tongue pressing to her cheek as she parks her car a few spaces down. She sits in the car for a few seconds, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she debates her next decision, staring out of the windshield and right at the white building ahead.
âFuck it,â Isla mutters to herself with a skipping heart beat, killing the engine and jumping out of her car.
The afternoon sun is warm but not too harsh, perfect for a boat and swimming day, which is why Isla is here to pick up JJ. She and the Pogues are taking out the HMS Pogue around the water, and Isla is itching to jump into the cool water. But right now, she crosses the parking lot and heads inside the club, shivering slightly under the cool blast of the air conditioner once she steps through the door.
Thereâs a muted hum of chatter as she walks down the wide hall, heading towards the outdoor patio area of the restaurant and bar that she knows JJ is working. As Isla walks, her gaze casually wanders, tryingâhopingâto catch a glimpse of the guy she hasnât been able to stop thinking about since their date two days ago.
It hasnât been radio silent since then between them, either. They had been messaging on Instagram, just random conversations that never felt forced, until Isla finally sent him her phone number, and then they went from private messaging to texts. Funnily enough, it felt like a step forward in the right direction, bringing a new sense of excitement in this new development.
When she steps out onto the patio, shooting a friendly smile to Ariana, the hostess, Islaâs gaze travels around in search of JJâbut it too easily snags on another blonde boy sitting at a table towards the railing that overlooks the water. Isla takes in a quiet breath at the sight of Rafe, sitting at a square table with Topper and Kelce sitting opposite of him, but her attention is solely on him.Â
Sunglasses cover those blue eyes, the breeze making the longer strands of his hair framing his temples dance gently. Heâs in a simple black and gray striped shirt and black pants, leaning back in his chair like he doesnât have a care in the world as he talks with his friends. Before, Isla had the same mindset as her friends, where when sheâd see Rafe, she only saw an air of arrogance around him in the way he carried himself. As though he thinks he is above everyone else, which is easy to believe given that heâs a part of the richest family in the Outer Banksâpossibly in all of North Carolina.
But maybe Isla was wrong to think that. Maybe itâs his confidence and charm that is often misconstrued as arrogance. The conversations Isla has had with him so far donât particularly give her the vibe that heâs the arrogant asshole her friends believe him to be.Â
Isla wants to dive headfirst into the idea that she had just misunderstood him, but despite their fun date and her desire to kiss him, touch him, she still hesitates. What if itâs a facade? What if heâs just pretending?
Then again, what does he get out of that? What does he get out of pretending to like her and want to be with her? Some kind of prank to humiliate her? Could he be that cruel and callous?
Sheâs not sure. Her stomach knots up, the feeling far too unpleasant. And itâs that moment when Rafeâs head turns just so, and despite him wearing sunglasses, her body tingles with sudden awareness, and she knows that heâs looking right at her. Isla swears the corner of his mouth lifts in a smile, her skin warming in immediate response as she bites back a foolish smile, though her lips still tug upwards of their own accord. Itâs like the two of them are sharing a secret from either side of the patio, one that is just theirs to keep.
Just then, movement catches her eyes, and her gaze slides from Rafe to JJ cleaning up a table a few away from Rafeâs, and when her friendâs head lifts, the smile is immediately wiped off of Islaâs face. All thoughts slip from Islaâs mind, stomach dropping when she notes the black eye that JJ is sporting. âJJ,â she breathes out, hurrying around the tables to approach him. He senses her, eyes meeting hers, and she sees the way his lips purse when he takes in the worried look widening her eyes. âJJ, what happened?â Isla asks once she gets to him.
Her first concern is if her friend is okay and, selfishly, her second concern is hoping that Rafe isnât the one who hurt JJ. Her friends and Rafe have gotten into quite a few physical fights over the years, and Isla knows itâs self-centered to hope that Rafe wasnât the one who gave JJ that black eye. She also knows that she isnât really giving Rafe the benefit of the doubt by even connecting him to JJâs injury, especially after their date. But her worry has her jumping to the worst case scenario as JJ sighs, gripping the rectangular bucket heâs loading the dirty dishes into.
âIâm fine, Isla,â he assures her, a hint of resignation leaking into his voice. âItâs not a big deal.â
âNot a big deal?â she repeats, eyes wide as she tries to keep her voice low. The patio isnât too busy, but there are still some guests around, and for JJâs sake, Isla doesnât want to create a scene at his place of work. But his left eye has a purpling ring around it, the skin under the eye slightly swollen as pinkish-red discoloration taints his temple by the eye. More quietly yet no less intensely, she demands, âWhat the hell happened?â
Isla braces herself for his answer, tongue pressing to the back of her teeth as she watches him intently. She sees JJ struggle to answer, the muscle in his jaw jumping repetitively as the conflict wars in his bright blue eyes. The one thatâs bruised is slightly bloodshot and the sight of it has Islaâs chest tightening painfully, her concern drying her throat out. JJ is her best friendâsheâs probably closer with him than the restâand seeing him in this state is like a punch to the gut.
And maybe he sees that thereâs no easing her worry by just dismissing the topic, so he lets out another breath, gaze cutting away from hers as he tells her, âMy dad happened.â
Islaâs eyebrows furrow together, eyes still wide as bewilderment has her shaking her head. âWait, your dad? I thought he was in jail?â Hadnât Kie said heâd be locked up for six months?
A sardonic smile tugs at JJâs mouth, just barely hinting at a dimple. âThere was a riot, he used it to his advantage and escaped.â Islaâs eyes widen even more, if possible, as disbelief and fear for JJ stiffens her muscles.Â
âAnd the first place he went to was your house?â Isla asks. âWerenât the cops looking for him?â
âThey were too busy getting shit under control,â JJ says, picking up a glass from the table and putting it in the bin heâs holding, the glasses clinking together. âBut he left after. . . After,â he shrugs. âDonât know where he went, but didnât leave without a parting gift.â
Isla shakes her head, her eyes looking over him. âJesus, JJ,â she whispers. She hates that he has to deal with this, that he has to have a dad as shitty as Luke Maybank. All that guy does is waste money he doesnât have, get drunk, and beat on JJ. There's a damn good reason JJ is never home, and has a semi-permanent room at John Bâs place.
Her hand reaches out, fingers gently grasping his chin and turning his head. He lets her, as this is nothing new between them, and she lets out a heavy breath. âDoes it hurt? Did you ice it?â
âYeah, I did,â he mutters, a hand grasping her wrist and putting her hand down. âStop fussing. Iâm fine.â
She shoots him a flat look. âDo the others know?â When he stays stubbornly silent, Isla shakes her head again. âYou know theyâre gonna wanna know.â
âI donât need them worryinâ about this shit,â JJ says with a roll of his eyes. With a one shouldered shrug, he says, âIâll just say one of those shitheads did it. Theyâll believe it and leave it alone.â
He nods towards his left and Isla doesnât even have to look over to know who he gestured to. But she does, anyway, and her gaze lands on Rafe. He still has his sunglasses on, but Isla feels that same prickle of awareness that tells her he is watching herâand has been, probably for the entire length of her conversation with JJ. Rafeâs lips are in a thin line and Isla has been around Rafe long enough throughout the years to know that he doesnât look happy behind those sunglasses.
But she canât focus on that right now, not when JJâs words ring in her head. Thereâs an urge to come to Rafeâs defense, not wanting JJ to stir the pot when things have been relatively peaceful between her friends and Rafe. Islaâs stomach tightens, getting the dreaded sense of being a traitorâthe only problem is, sheâs not sure who sheâs betraying with the conflicting feelings that are bubbling up inside of her. She knows Rafe couldnât have heard her and JJâs conversation, yet guilt still threatens to bloom.
âCome on, JJ,â she says, half laughing and half huffing in exasperation. âYou donât think news about Luke is gonna spread and they wonât find out? Theyâll connect the dots and you know it.â She arches an eyebrow when JJ presses his lips together. âJust tell them.â
Heâs silent for a few seconds and Isla tries to prepare another argument in case he doesnât want to listen to her. But then JJ surprises her by exhaling heavily and saying defeatedly, âNo secrets among Pogues, right?â
Isla feels beyond hypocritical as she forces a smile at JJâs words. âYeah, exactly,â she agrees with a nod, nervously hiking the strap of her bag higher up on her shoulder. Swallowing through the discomfort tightening her throat, she says, âCome on. The others are waiting at the Chateau.â
JJ nods. âLet me drop this off at the kitchen and change.â He walks around her but doesnât leave before asking, âWhyâd you walk in? You couldâve texted me.â
âUm,â Isla says, eyes widening because heâs behind her now as she scrambles her brain for an excuse. âMy mom thought she forgot her Apple watch in her locker,â she lies, turning to shoot JJ a smile. âI went to check but no dice.â
He clicks his tongue. âBummer. Alright, Iâll be back in ten,â he says before heading inside.
Isla watches him go, chewing on her bottom lip as he disappears inside. Once heâs gone, her shoulders slump, fingers running through her hair as she shuts her eyes and blows out a breath. She hadnât realized how tense her body got throughout her conversation with JJâparticularly when he had brought up Rafe. Itâs not lost on Isla how quickly she jumped in to defend Rafe without JJ knowing about it, even if Isla had wrongfully assumed and dreaded that Rafe had been the one to give JJ a black eye.
âEverything okay?â
Isla jumps at the sound of Rafeâs voice, as if she conjured him from her thoughts, spinning to face him. âWhoa,â he says, chuckling slightly as he takes a step back. He raises his eyebrows, though Isla sees the concern in his eyes. âYou okay?â
Isla glances behind him, seeing Topper and Kelce watching them from their table. Islaâs not sure if she likes that, but she looks back at Rafe, and something inside of her softens at the worry in his eyes. âYeah, yeah, all good,â she reassures with a nod. âJust, uh, worried about JJ.â
âYeah,â Rafe says, his gaze flickering over her head in the direction JJ had gone. âThat looked like a nasty black eye.â
Isla nods, lips rolling into her mouth as she hums. âMhm.â Her gaze drops, looking down at her sneaker clad feet, a little too pointedly avoiding Rafeâs gaze.Â
She grips the strap of her bag tightly, feeling the weight of Rafeâs eyes on her, silent until he starts, âWait. . .â Isla reluctantly lifts her gaze and sees Rafe frowning, a calculating look churning in his blue eyes that has her pulse quickening. He once again glances over her head before looking back at her and asks, âDid you think I did that to him?â
Islaâs eyes widen, stunned that he seems to have figured out her shameful thoughts so easily. She wants to laugh it off and dismiss it, but the air knocks out of her lungs when she sees a confused frown on his face turn into one of hurt, pulling back from her, and that subtle act has her stomach knotting up in total discomfort.Â
Her expression is answer enough to Rafeâs question, and she watches as his lips curve up and a sardonic laugh escapes him, hand coming up to cover his mouth, gaze darting away. The hurt is obvious in the sound of his empty laugh, and it in turns makes Isla hurt, knowing that sheâs the reason for it. âCome on, Isla,â Rafe mutters, huffing out a breath.
âIâm sorry, Iââ she hastily speaks, voice a whisper. âCan you blame me? Itâs not like this hasnât happened in the pastââ
âYeah, in the past,â he cuts her off, his own voice low but sharp. She presses her lips together at the way he looks at her, eyebrows pulled together but not quite a glare. Just disappointment and hurt that heâs struggling to hide, and Islaâs throat bobs, already regretting her words. âAfter this weekend, do you really think Iâd turn around and do that to him? I havenât gotten into it with your friends in a while, Isla. Are you serious?â
Isla takes in a sharp breath, pulse quickening as she tries to de-escalate this situation as it gets away from her. She wants to tell him that she talked JJ out of blaming Rafe anyway for the black eye, but the words donât come outânot in the face of the look heâs giving her. When she canât come up with anything to say that could possibly make this better, Rafe shakes his head.
âAlright,â is all he says, gaze cutting away from her as he turns and walks back to his table, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he goes.
She watches him go, a lump in her throat borne of guilt, ignoring the curious and confused looks from Topper and Kelce. Isla hesitates, wanting to smooth things over with Rafe right away because, honestly, her skin prickles with the idea of making him upset. A month ago, Isla wouldnât have cared, not really. But right now, it worsens the knots in her stomach, overwhelmed with the urge to talk to him and smooth things over, except JJ suddenly calls her name, and she tears her gaze away from Rafe, who returns to his seat, and looks over at JJ waiting for her. Isla takes a step towards him, but her gaze slides back to Rafe, who is pointedly ignoring her. She lets out a heavy sigh, knowing this is her own doing, yet still lamenting how she went from thinking about their date to this.
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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.2 K Warnings: none Prompt: Things finally start to make sense, maybe you'll finally discover one of the mysteries that have been surrounding you This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.
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Chapter 14: Maybe Iâm Amazed
Monday October 25th, 1976
You and Remus had a presentation today, but he wasnât anywhere to be found. You waited near the door of the classroom, with your notes in your hands, looking over them while tapping your feet on the ground, toying with your ring, and turning to look at the hall every couple of seconds, hoping to see him miraculously arrive. But he didnât, in fact, it was the second time that day people you expected to see were nowhere to be found.Â
You were also supposed to go flying with James and Sirius in the morning like you did every single day, but neither of the boys made it. You went up to knock on their roomâs door, but nobody answered, and after waiting for a few minutes, you decided to go for the morning flight by yourself.Â
Professor Flitwick saw you at the door, looking nervous and smiled at you empathetically from his desk. When your class was just about to start you sighed and walked closer to him.Â
âProfessor, I donât understand whatâs happening, Iâm not sure if Remus will make it. He didnât tell me anything, I havenât seen him since yesterday and IââÂ
âItâs ok,â he said calmly âMr. Lupin is sick, I was informed.âÂ
âSick?â You asked with a frown.Â
Flitwick nodded, âI believe he and some of his friends all ate something that upset their stomachs at Hogsmeade on Saturday, theyâre at the nursesâ office.âÂ
You opened your eyes wide, that was your lie. But if the boys really were at the infirmary, then it meant something had happened to them on their stupid prank last night.Â
You frowned, almost wanting to run off to see them, but resisted the urge to do so âWhatâs gonna happen to our presentation then? Heâs worked so hard on it, I wouldnât want him to lose his grade.âÂ
âYou can present with him next class,â he told you comprehensively âItâs ok Miss (Y/LN), take your seat, donât stress too much about it. I know youâll give a brilliant presentation once your partnerâs feeling better.âÂ
You nodded âThank you, Professor,â you told him with a smile and went to take one of the seats.Â
The class started, Lily and Marlene had worked on their project together and they went first, talking about the properties of wordless magic and then making a very small presentation, teaching some volunteers to make sparks with their wands without saying a word. Tom and Marlene were next, and they gave a talk about the dangers of dark magic and so on. A couple other students asked for volunteers, and while in normal situations youâd have been among the first to raise your hand, today was an exception, you were a little too busy, tapping your feet under the desk and looking at the clock every couple of minutes.Â
At some point you decided you had to do something, so you took some parchment out and wrote a small note:Â
Hey Puppy! You all right? I missed you and Prongs on our morning flight today⌠Remus missed our presentation too, tell him Flitwick said we could present next class. Are you all really at the infirmary? Because I know for a fact it wasnât something you ate⌠Unless you actually ate something last night, I wouldnât put that past you lot, but Iâm sure thatâs not it. Iâll keep an eye out for your answer plane.Â
You read it over a couple of times and then started to bend it into a very small paper plane that you left over your desk. When class was over you used the same spell Remus had used at the beginning of the course so that your little plane landed close to Sirius.Â
It wasnât until you were in the middle of transfigurations that a different paper plane landed over your desk, you carefully unfolded it and started reading:
Hey beautiful! Thanks for that strong vote of confidence! We didnât actually eat anything bad. Remus says heâs sorry for missing the class, and that heâll do your homework for a week to make it up to you, Iâm jealous!Â
We really are at the infirmary though, last nightâs prank went awry and we accidentally got attacked by Grindylows. Weâre all right, Remus got the worst of it anyway⌠But we came to check on him first thing in the morning, thatâs why we didnât make it to the morning flight. Your rumour somehow got all the way to Poppy, and when we went to check on Remus she gave us some medicine and had us stay in the infirmary to check on us⌠so itâs basically your fault.Â
Anyway, you should still come see your poor boyfriend in the infirmary, pamper him with kisses and offer him some tasty treats⌠at least.
ps. Since I havenât retrieved the ones from last week, that would mean you owe me six so farâŚ
You smiled when you finished reading, Sirius was a total flirt, and you loved that about him. When you read over it though, you frowned, that was the second time Remus got hurt after a prank, and if they were attacked by Grindylows, there was no way they were just fine, those little creatures could be absolute savages, youâd know, since one time a friend at your older school had fallen on the lake and been attacked by those nasty little water beings, she had to be taken to the hospital wing, and stayed there for a week. Of course, Remus was bigger, stronger, and a more advanced wizard, since that had happened to her in 3rd year, but regardless, Remus must be pretty battered up, again.Â
Finally, you sighed and went back to trying to turn the quill you had in front of you into a bird. Not that you were doing too good at that either. You let out an exasperated groan after your 3rd try of only getting a beak and little legs to appear on the quill.Â
Professor McGonagall approached you âEverything ok Miss (Y/LN)?â
You nodded, the air of exasperation remaining regardless, âIâm really struggling to get this right,â you told her âThis is the first time I ever done transfiguration, and no magic had been this challenging for me before, itâs justâŚâÂ
McGonagall smiled understandingly âWould you mind if I got you a tutor? I know a couple students from your year that would be more than willing to help.âÂ
âI⌠uh⌠Iâm not really that close to everyone in my yearâŚâÂ
McGonagall raised an eyebrow, you were pretty much already a member of one of the Gryffindor friend groups, and the rumour that you and Sirius were dating was already spreading too âI was thinking Mr. Lupin could help, and from what I gather youâre already friendsâŚâ Â
âOh⌠Remus? Yeah, weâre close!âÂ
âExcellent, Iâll tell him once heâs back on his feet. Poor boy, he must be feeling pretty tattered up today.âÂ
You nodded âYeah, he shouldnât have eaten that.âÂ
âEaten what?â She asked, confused.Â
You arched your eyebrows âThe thing at Hogsmeade that made them all end up in the infirmaryâŚâÂ
âThey all?â Minerva quipped âWho else is in the infirmary?âÂ
âSirius, James and Peter.âÂ
âThey are there?!â She asked, seemingly surprised. You frowned, how did McGonagall know Remus was in the hospital if she didnât know the boys were there too?
âIsnât that the reason Remus was in the infirmary?â You asked, rather confused.Â
âThe reason heâ? Oh right, yeah right, must have slipped my mind.â She said and stepped away.Â
You frowned, there were many things that did not make sense with Remus Lupin, youâd already accepted that, and moved on from it, since he was one of the best people youâd ever met, but this, this was just off. McGonagall was not the type of teacher to whom things just âslipped her mindâ, and that was a fact. Unless she knew Remus had been in the infirmary for another reason, and if that reason was that heâd been attacked by Grindylows, then that would imply she knew about the boysâ prank and was covering for them, which made even less sense.Â
And today was not the first time things were weird, it was like some teachers knew something that you didnât. And it was all somehow related to Remus. And you really did not want to pry, but your mind, being naturally curious, could not stop thinking about it. And it all seemed so familiar; like you only needed to find the one little string that would solve the entire mystery, and it was just there for you to reach out and pull, but somehow, you were trying to find the tail end with your eyes closed. Maybe Remus really did blindfold you the first time you met, but instead of using the physical blindfold, heâd used an intricate web of half-facts and untold tales. Of course, he didnât owe you any kind of explanation, and it was not like you were going to ask but a part of you really, really wanted to discover the mystery.Â
You spend the entire class pondering all the little things that didnât make sense about Remus Lupin, thinking of trillions of ways in which they could be connected to each other, but nothing seemed to make sense. No matter how much you racked your brain, you could not find the string to tie it all out. You were so focused in uncovering the mystery that you didnât even realise when the class was over.Â
âHey (Y/N)! You ok?â Tom said as he shook your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts.Â
You nodded âYeah, yeah, Iâm fine.â You said, but your head was pounding from so much thinking, and to be honest, you did not want to deal with divination class, so you corrected yourself âActually, would you mind telling Spellman Iâm feeling a little dizzy, and that Iâm going to the infirmary?âÂ
Tom gave you a look and nodded, the two of you stood together and started walking towards the door âAnd where are you actually going to?â He asked, curiosity getting the best of him.Â
âHm? Oh, to the infirmary actually, Iâll just pass by the kitchens first.âÂ
âThe kitchens?â He asked confused as you both continued walking towards the stairs.Â
âIâm taking some food for the boys,â you explained, Tom nodded, but still looked confused âThey got caught up in the excuse from yesterday and Poppy got them to stay in the infirmary to check on them.âÂ
âSo youâre just feeling bad as an excuse to go see your sweet boyfriend,â he teased.Â
You nodded âYeah, and my friend who got attacked by Grindyllows.âÂ
Tom frowned âGrindylows? At this time of the year?âÂ
âYeah, why?âÂ
âItâs weird, when the lake starts to cool down they disappear.âÂ
You frowned at that, yet another puzzle piece to solve, but by then Tom was already walking towards a different set of stairs âSee you around, hope you feel better, Iâll tell Spellman where you went,â he said loudly. Tom really was the worst liar youâd ever met.Â
âThanks Tom,â you managed to say before scurrying through one of the hall entrances, so people wouldnât notice the weird exchange youâd had.Â
Once you got to the kitchens you knocked on the frame and asked the elves if you could have some food, they nodded and started preparing you some snacks to go, you asked around, hoping to find Nimbbletwist, but the elves told you that sheâd been commission to something by Dumbledore that particular day. When they were done you thanked them profusely and waved goodbye. You grabbed the package of food and after placing the entire thing inside your backpack you started walking towards the infirmary.Â
Once you were next to the huge, half-opened doors, you slowly slipped inside, hoping not to cause too much of a stir inside, but the place was pretty much empty, other than the hushed whispers you heard at the end of the room. A curtain was covering the boys from your sight, and muffling their voices.Â
âWe need to find a better way to deal with your furry little problem,â You heard Peter say âMoonyâs been going pretty wild the past few times.âÂ
âEhmâŚâ You cleared your throat, whatever the boys were talking about, the fact that they were whispering about in an empty room, meant that the conversation was secret enough for them, and you were not planning to eavesdrop on some of the nicest people youâd met. âMorning boys,â you said with an awkward wave.Â
Sirius smiled the second he spotted you, Peter looked like heâd seen a ghost, and Remus looked too tired to care much about you having shown up almost out of nowhere. But James was the first one to speak âHey (Y/N)! Sorry we missed the morning flight.âÂ
You nodded âSirius told me all about your mishaps,â you said as you walked closer to them, you looked around trying to find a sitting spot, and when you didnât you resolved to stay standing âBrought you guys some snacks.âÂ
âYou actually did?â Sirius asked with a dashing smile, eyes shining in content. His girl had brought him snacks, and she looked as lovely as ever while doing so. By then, you were already turning your backpack in front of you and pulling the little pack the elves had built for you. So he helped you hold it as you pulled the food pack and placed it on the bed besides Remus. Theyâd packed sausage rolls, pork pies, scotch pancakes, Jaffa cakes and tiny Bakewell tarts, Peter dug right into the sausage rolls, like he was starving.Â
âPoppy didnât give you boys any food?âÂ
âShe gave us soup,â Peter said in between bites âIt was so bland and tasteless, she said itâd make our stomachs feel better.âÂ
âI thought it was good,â Remus said with a shrug.Â
âYeah, you got the one with spices,â Peter complained âYou shouldâve said we had a headache or something instead.âÂ
You raised an eyebrow, âSince when are headaches something 4 people can have at the same time?â You retorted.Â
Peter shrugged in response âA magical headache or whatever.âÂ
âAt least, thanks to you, we didnât get in trouble for skipping class,â James said with a shrug.Â
âExactly, thatâs my girl!â Sirius said with a wink, then he grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap, you arched your eyebrow at him once you were comfortably sitting on him âYou looked like you were tired.âÂ
You laughed, shaking your head âYeah, sure Puppy, if you say so.âÂ
âDonât think Iâve stopped counting,â he said as he wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, setting the two of you in a more comfortable position.Â
Finally, you turned to Remus, he wasnât eating any of the things youâd brought, James was munching on a pork pie and even Sirius was enjoying a Bakewell tart, but Remus looked genuinely beaten up. He had a sharp gush on his face, and another one down his arm, probably many more underneath his clothes and bandages. Just when you started to pay attention to the open wounds, and realising how different they were from the ones your friend had gotten when she was attacked by Grindyllows, Sirius spoke again âYouâre wearing your ring today,â he said pointing at it as he grabbed your hand to look at it.Â
âFound it in a drawer as I was getting ready in the morning,â you told him âseemed to match the mood of yesterday.âÂ
âBecause of the moon and the stars,â Sirius agreed, paying a closer look at your ring, you nodded, âItâs very beautiful,â he said, slipping it out of your finger and testing if it would fit in his pinky, it stood out among his thicker rings, but he didnât seem to mind.Â
âWonât you eat anything?â Peter asked Remus as he munched on his fourth sausage roll.Â
âIâm not really feeling it,â Remus responded.Â
âMmm⌠Actuallyââ you said as you placed a cookie in your mouth to bring your backpack to your lap again. Sirius took the cookie from your lips and held it for you, you turned to him and whispered a small âthanks,â before you continued to rummage through your bags, âItâs here!â You said as you pulled out a chocolate bar. It was the same brand Remus always carried around, and youâd bought a few at Honeydukes over the weekend. Youâd decided to always carry one in your bag, to offer to Remus when he was feeling off, just like heâd done for you several times. You handed it over to him.Â
The boy smiled as he grabbed onto it âThanks love! Donât deserve it after I failed you for todayâs presentation.âÂ
âDonât be silly Rem, you had an accident,â you told him motioning to him on the bed.Â
âAnd whereâs my chocolate bar?â Asked Sirius as he leaned his head over your shoulder to give Remus a better look.Â
âYou donât get one today Puppy, I only packed one in the morning, sorry.âÂ
âAnd you gave it to Remus instead of me?â He teased, playing offended. âYou do remember I am your boyfriend right?â Â
âWell, clearly Remus was the one to save all of your asses last night,â you said pointing at the bandaged boy, and then at the rest, who barely had a scratch on them âHowever the hell did you get into a fight with Grindylows?âÂ
âWe were trying to get some gillyweed,â Remus responded while he pulled on the paper of the chocolate bar to open it âfor a special prank we wanted to do on the Slytherins.âÂ
âWith gillyweed?â You asked with a frown.Â
âFor a potion,â James added âtook the recipe from one of Grandpaâs old journals.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes at James, but nodded, Who knows? the Potters are pretty much experts on potions, theyâd know. âDid you get it?âÂ
Remus shook his head âWe were too busy with the Grindylows.â
âI could maybe help youâË
ââNo!â Remus, James, Sirius and Peter said at the same time. You closed your mouth at that, taken aback by their answer.Â
âLove, you did see Moony, right? Do you wanna end up like that?â Sirius reasoned.Â
âWell⌠Iâm a good swimmer, I could scare the Grindylows away with bombarda or somethingââ
ââdonât worry about it,â said James âWe decided we would buy it in a magazine and get it delivered, we donât wanna have to go through that again,â he motioned to Remus.Â
âBut thanks for offering,â Remus added âItâs very brave of you.âÂ
You shook your head, âthose stupid Slytherin boys have been getting on my nerves lately, whatever prank you do to them, Iâd love to help.âÂ
âTheyâve bothered you again since the broom incident?â Sirius asked. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the way Evan had pulled you over the railing last night.Â
âNothing I canât deal with, theyâre just a bunch of cowards.âÂ
James looked at you with apprehension, he thought it was his fault that Barty had started to pick on you, after all the ball you threw at his face had originally been directed at him, not at you. You wondered if the boys had heard of yesterdayâs commotion in the astronomy tower, they probably hadnât, they wouldnât be relaxed at all.Â
Sirius yawned from behind, closing his eyes as he leaned closer to you, resting his head over your neck. âYou boys should go get some sleep,â you told them when you noticed that it wasnât only Sirius who was sleepy, Jamesâ shoulders were slumped, and he normally stood straight, while Peter was sluggishly munching onto his fourth sausage roll. âIâll stay with Rem, I need to wait for Poppy to come anyway, I want something for my headache.â
âYouâve got a headache?â Remus asked with a frown, âWhy didnât you tell us earlier?â Â
You tried to shrug but stopped when you remembered Sirius still had his head over your shoulder âYou looked a lot worse,â you said with a teasing smile.Â
He shook his head with a breathy laugh, âDonât put yourself second luv, Iâm fine, Iâm strong! See?â He said as he raised his arm and as if to show off his muscles.Â
You laughed, he wasnât lying, but it was still funny. âYou sure you can stay luv? What about your classes?â Sirius asked.Â
âIâll catch up later, itâs easy. Itâs not like we have transfiguration.âÂ
âStill having trouble with that?â Peter asked politely.Â
You nodded âThatâs literally the cause of my headache, couldnât get a feather to turn into a bird. McGonagall said sheâd give me a tutor.âÂ
âHow delightful,â Sirius said ironically.Â
âMy thoughts exactly,â you agreed, âbut then she said itâd be Remus, so itâs fine, weâre already working together in so many other classes, he must be getting sick of my face.âÂ
âOh shut up, I would never,â he said as he broke off another square of his chocolate.
Sirius extended his hands towards him âGimme soooome Moooony!â
Remus rolled his eyes, but extended his hand with a piece towards your boyfriend anyway, when their hands brushed against each other Remus hissed âWhat the hell Pads?â He said with a frown, looking betrayed.Â
Sirius looked at his hand, his eyes widened as he saw he was still wearing your ring, your silver ring. âSorry, I didnât mean to shock you.âÂ
âShock him?â You asked confused, that wasnât the reaction youâd expect from someone whoâd gotten an electricity shock. Let alone Remusâ.
Remus nodded, âIâve got a small cut in my hand,â he lied âIt was rather unexpected.âÂ
You looked at him with a bit of a frown, you hadnât seen any cuts on his hand. James suddenly stood up and clapped, gathering everyoneâs attention âWell, if I donât move now, Iâm falling asleep on this chair. Pete, Pads, you coming along?âÂ
While you turned your head to look at James, Remus threw a look at Sirius, who frowned apologetically and mouthed âIâm sorry, I forgot.âÂ
âIâm coming,â Peter said, standing up after James. âNeed anything from the dorm?â He asked Remus.Â
He shook his head âIâll catch up with my homework later.â He responded.Â
âIâve got a couple of books here in my bag, we can read something while they go sleep.â You offered your friend with a smile.Â
âSounds great!â Remus responded with a smile.Â
âNerds!â Sirius teased.Â
âPads?â Peter asked, âYou coming too?âÂ
Sirius nodded, burying his head on your back as he hugged you tighter.Â
âYou donât have to go,â you told him since he didnât look like he wanted to let go of you just yet.Â
âWhy donât you come nap with me instead?â He mumbled, voice a little muffled since he still had his head pressed to your back. âYou smell really nice today.â Truth be told, Sirius thought you smelled nice every day, but with some of the dog qualities still lingering on him after the previous hours of being a dog, he was both extra sensitive to smell, and extra clingy of his human too, not that you knew any of it.Â
âLet the poor girl breathe mate!â Peter teased. Sirius just groaned in response.Â
âIâm gonna stand up luv,â he told you, you were about to stand, but he just stood up while still holding onto you, and once he was up, he slid to the side, and dropped you right back on the chair. Well then, I guess that works too, you thought.Â
âBye Puppy,â you told him as he walked towards his friends. He raised his hands, showing 9 fingers up and raising his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, but also realised he was still wearing your ring on his pinky finger âOi my ring!âÂ
âIâm keeping it as collateral,â he told you, ââleast until you pay up what you owe.â You gave him an amused smile and shook your head as he left.Â
âWhat do you owe him?â Remus asked once the boys were gone.Â
âHe hasnât told you about that yet?â You asked casually âsays he doesnât like being called PuppyââÂ
ââthatâs a lotta crap.âÂ
You laughed âYeah, well he charges a kiss for every time I call him that.âÂ
Remus raised his eyebrows, now he was amused âheâs just taking advantage of you loveâŚâÂ
âIs he though?â You said back with a little smirk âThe way I see it is a win-win situation. He gets to be all flirty and I get to kiss his pretty lips.âÂ
âTouchĂŠ,â the boy agreed, he too thought Sirius had pretty lips âCan I tease him with the nickname too?âÂ
âAll you want,â you replied with a smile âif he tries to kiss you, though, donât blame me for it.â You both laughed, and a comfortable silence followed, then you remembered you still had books inside your bag and pulled them out, setting them on the bed beside him. He grabbed the one at the top when you noticed which book it was, you pulled it from his hands. âYou canât read that one.âÂ
âI canât read⌠A Wizard's Handy Handbook of Spells?â He asked as he read the cover name from your hands.Â
âItâs not that,â you added, holding it tightly between your arms. âItâs⌠not actually A Wizard's Handy Handbook of Spells, I charmed the cover.â He arched an eyebrow and tried to take it from your grasp, you pulled back but it was too late, he had it in his hands again. Remus had an awful lot of energy for someone who had been badly hurt just a couple of hours ago. âRemus, give me that!âÂ
âI wanna know why you charmed the cover first,â he said while dangling the book in the air.Â
You looked at him with a frown and jumped forward to try and grasp the book from his hands, but he pulled it back, to the side of the bed. âRemus!âÂ
âAm I gonna have to read it?âÂ
You stood up, and extended your hands over him, to try and get the book that was on the other side of the bed, but your feet got trapped with your backpack strap and you ended up falling over Remus. He groaned as your body crashed over a particularly nasty bruise. Your scent filled his nostrils from the closeness, Sirius was right, you smelled awfully nice, a little like him too.
âShit Rem, Iâm sorry,â you said standing up as soon as possible âI didnât mean toââ The brusque movements had caused his shirt to rise up slightly and you actually saw the nasty bruise your body had crashed against, you looked at it with a concerned frown and then back at your friend âRemusâŚâÂ
He averted your gaze, he did not like being pitted âIâm fine.â He said once he turned back to you, using his free hand to pull down his shirt again âIâm strong, remember?âÂ
âYeah, someone falling over a bruise hurts, no matter how strongâŚâÂ
He shrugged, heâd definitely had worse than you falling over him âYouâre light, didnât hurt much.â You looked at him, sighing âand you smell nice, no wonder Sirius wants to have you on his lap all the time.â Finally, you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at your friend. Remus realised you had a really nice laugh as you did, he shook his head from the trance of staring, he wasnât sure heâd ever found a girl as pretty as you. âWill you tell me what kind of book you were trying to hide from me, or will I have to figure it out myself?â He asked, raising an eyebrow.Â
âItâs a spicy romance novel,â you said avoiding his gaze, he smiled diverted. The more you know, he thought. âIt was recommended!â You added.Â
âYeah, sure.âÂ
âIt was!â You insisted âBy your little Ravenclaw girlfriend, actuallyâÂ
âNina Blythe?!â he asked in disbelief.
You nodded âAre you sure you donât want to date her? Sheâs clearly into the good stuff.â He gave you a look and you laughed, Nina was beautiful, but she definitely still had a baby face, like Remus had said when you told him she had a crush on him.
âSheâs not really my type.âÂ
âWhich isâŚ?â
âNone of your business, of course.â He replied sassily, and then changed the subject âHow spicy?â He asked, curiosity taking the best of him.Â
You shrugged âIâll tell you when I get to the spicy part,â you told him with a shrug, taking the book from his hands, he let you do it without any fuzz this time âBut umâŚâ you pointed at one of the other books on the bed âthis oneâs good, youâd like it.â
âIs it also spicy?â He teased.Â
âRemus!â You complained, âNot every single book I read is spicy!âÂ
He shrugged âWouldnât shame you if you did.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and let out a breathy laugh. âItâs not spicy, but it is really good.â
âIâll take your word for it,â he said, taking the book and opening on the first page. Soon enough the two of you were comfortably reading. You were so engrossed in your book that youâd totally forgotten the initial reason youâd gone there. But as you continued flipping pages, it was like the string you had been trying to reach earlier was finally there, shining brightly for you to take it, and tie all the mysterious facts into one sole explanation. As your eyes moved through the words in the book, the description of the male lead started to resonate with youâŚ
Remus was strong. Remus had a lot of scars and bruises all over his body, and they were definitely not caused by Grindyllows, he always carried around a calming draught and had other rather strong painkiller potions in his room as well, he tended to stay away from you when you wore your silver ring, literally jumping from your grasp when you touched him with it on one time, and was also visibly mad at Sirius when he brushed over his fingers with it on, as if they both knew something you didnât âelectric shock, my ass.Â
McGonagall knew he was in the infirmary, no, she expected him to be in the infirmary today, yesterday was full moon.Â
When you told him that he could get the Fluxweed he said he was good at catching so he switched with you, he wouldâve had to harvest it on the full moon. All the boys got really suspicious during the full moon, and the two times youâd seen the full moon happen in the castle, Remus and all the boys had disappeared. Peter was talking about âa furry little problemâ just before you cleared your throat earlier. James had joked about his romance novel being called âThe Beast Within.â
In the boggart class, when you got a werewolf, all the boys had tensed up, even the way Lily had approached you, constantly looking back and forth between him and you.Â
You looked up at him, Remus looked tired, Remus had a great sense of smell, Remus got a lot more irritable around this time of the month, Remus was ripped even if he didnât look like the type to do much exercise, in fact, youâd never seen him do exercise. Remus Bogart had been the moon. Remus was right in front of you, looking like heâd been up all night and yesterday was full moon.Â
Remusâ nickname⌠Remusâ nickname was fucking Moony!Â
YESTERDAY WAS FULL MOON.Â
Finally seeing clearly every single thing that didnât make sense in your head, all the half-told tales and the lies and the inconsistencies, âYouâre a werewolfâŚâ you mumbled, almost in a whisper.Â
He had been too distraught with the book to notice, so he looked up at you âSorry, what was that, luv?âÂ
Your head started swirling with fast thoughts, Remus hadnât told you himself. Remus probably wanted his lycanthropy to be a secret. Remus had gone to great lengths to hide it. Youâd barely met him a couple of months ago and you were sure most people didnât know about his condition, other than a few teachers, the boys and, maybe Lily. She probably knows, in the bogart class, she seemed alarmed. But Marlene, Mary, Beth? They probably have no clue. What right did you have to know before the people whoâd met him years ago? Whoever the hell were you to butt in on this boyâs life? Even if heâd become one of your closest friends. I do not want to make Remus uncomfortable. I do not want Remus to hate me for prying. âI.. uh.. Do you like golf?â You improvised, almost cringing at yourself for how stupid your question had been.Â
âGolf?â He asked with a frown.
âAhaâŚâ you continued âthe muggle sport, Golf. With uhm.. sticks and small balls,â you then made a little golf swing with your hands.Â
âYeah, I know Golf,â he responded, still confused âNever played it tho.âÂ
âMe neither,â you responded honestly âThis character though,â you pointed to the book âSeems like- very obsessed with it.âÂ
Remus frowned and leaned forward on the bed, to try and get a glimpse of the book, you remembered that you were literally on the page about the scars on the werewolfâs body and you instantly dropped the book. It closed shut on the floor. You leaned down âOh no, I lost my page.â Maybe you were a worse liar than Tom in the end.Â
Remus arched an eyebrow as he saw you leaning on the floor, you looked rather desperate.Â
âYou okay?â You nodded and sat back on the chair. âSo⌠how was it? spicy?âÂ
âNot much so far,â you responded honestly âjust very in-depth descriptions of the male leadâs toned abdomen from the time they went to swim on a lake together.âÂ
Remus nodded, maybe heâd have to borrow the book from you at some point. âAnd youâre liking it?âÂ
âPlotâs good, yeah. Very enlightening.âÂ
âEnlightening?â He asked, not quite understanding how abs would be enlightening, but who knows, maybe they are.Â
âMhmâŚâ you said when you realised the slip-up âWhat about your book?â you decided to drag the subject away from the spicy werewolf book and onto the one Remus had instead.Â
âIâm loving it, actually. I didnât know you had such great taste in books.âÂ
You smiled at the compliment âThe portrait of Dorian Gray is an absolute classic, it has some of the most killer quotes Iâve read in my life.âÂ
âNowadays people know the price of everythingââ he started.
ââand value nothingâŚâ you finished the quote for him, âAnd there are so many others, you wonât be able to stop.â You told him with a smile, âLike⌠the only way to get rid of temptation, isââÂ
ââto yield to it.â He said at the same time as you did, a certain glimmer in his eyes when he did.Â
Out if nowhere the images of the kiss youâd had at Marleneâs party came back to Remus, he remembered how soft and gentle youâd been, he remembered how your hand over his shoulder had felt, how kind your lips had been to his, how youâd tasted of fresh berries and potions, how after the kiss was over you looked genuinely pleased but cracked a joke to ease the tension, how contagious your laugh had been⌠how sweet you smelled that day, always with a hint of Siriusâ scent from how close you were to each other. What the hell is wrong with me? Sheâs dating Sirius! Sheâs dating Sirius âmy crush best friendâ Black, he thought. He snapped himself out of it as soon as he could, coughing up a couple of times to clear his throat.Â
You looked at him, with a bit of concern and stood up, quickly walking towards the nightstand to pour some water on a glass and hand it over to him, he took it, fingers brushing against your small hands. He cursed himself for feeling something when they did, heâd rather feel nothing at all. Why must you be so kind?, he thought as you waited for him to finish drinking, to put the glass back in his place. âThank you,â he mumbled.Â
You just smiled kindly âThatâs what friends are for.â No, he thought, the boys were rarely as attentive as you were, and Lily, well Lily rarely visited after the full moon, even if she always took a moment to ask if he was feeling alright. Maybe that was why he was feeling so weird all of a sudden, he just wasnât used to being cared for the way you cared for him. He then started to wonder if you were that nice to everyone, or only to your closest friends, he wanted to know if you also carried around Peterâs or Prongâs favourite treats in your bag, or if you had ever given chocolate to Tom, Alex or Teddy, if you borrowed books to Lily, or if you laughed along Nina the same way you did with him, he felt a tiny pang of jealousy when he imagined those things happening. Remus, stop it! he told himself, by then youâd already sat back in your seat, and found yourself engrossed in your book. Or at least you were pretending to be, in really you were still cursing yourself for asking if he liked golf.Â
When you noticed he was staring you turned to him with a diverted smile âDo I have something in my face?âÂ
He seemed to be snapped out of his own thoughts âWhat?âÂ
âYou were staring,â you told him, pretending to be uninterested as you still looked at the book, in reality, you were wondering if maybe heâd heard you ask if he was a werewolf and if he was considering how to kick you out of his life for butting in on his private business.Â
âAhâŚâ he acknowledged âI wasnâtâŚ. I was thinking of last nightâs accident,â he lied.Â
âOf course,â you responded, âGrindylows mustâve been horrifying.âÂ
He nodded, absentmindedly and the two returned to your respective books.Â
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Avengers in Space - a fic rec list
I love the Avengers and I love outer space, and these are a few of my favorite stories that combine the two.
What do you mean we left Clint on Mars? by sara_holmes (@captn-sara-holmes) (WinterHawk, Teen And Up Audiences, 24,537 words)
Summary: âWhat do you mean we left Clint on Mars?â Capâs incredulous voice cuts through the stunned silence of the cockpit, loud and shocked. Heâs standing there with his cowl in hand, gaping at the holo-screen at the front of the jet. Next to him, Tony is standing with his hands on his head, mouth hanging open in a similar fashion. Over on the other side of the cockpit is Jane, who has both palms clapped across her mouth like sheâs trying to hold back hysterical giggles. For his part, Bucky is just staring at the screen like he canât quite believe whatâs going on.
Straight on till Morning by @sineala (Stony, Explicit, 109,848 words)
Summary: Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive. But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything. Also available as a podfic read by M_Samro (@msamro)
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A Far Better Thing I Do by @brighteyedjill (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 5,333 words)
Summary: A mysterious man with no paper trail was involved in a bloody attack on a meeting of Starfleet admirals. James T. Kirk and the crew of the starship Enterprise have tracked him to the Klingon home wold, Kronos, where they have threatened to unleash the experimental torpedoes Admiral Marcus sent with them unless the man surrenders. That man, Steve Rogers, has other ideas.
Into That Good Night by Nonymos (Stucky, Explicit, 73,540 words)
Summary: Steve Rogers has lived for entirely too longâlong enough to see the world's end. The heroes are gone, and the Earth is pushing what's left of mankind towards the exit. But when a makeshift team rises from the ashes, when a mysterious presence all but drags Steve there, he begins to think there may be hope yet. As they shoot for the stars one last time, Steve will get proof yet again that the future is nothing if not an echo of the past.
Wandering Stars by @sabrecmc (Stony, Explicit, 24,470 words)
Summary: Alien Steve/Astronaut Tony (oviposition)
Cold Space, Warm Welcome by Annie D (@no-gorms) (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 15,572 words)
Summary: Tonyâs spent a couple of years flying around the galaxy in his best friend Rhodeyâs spaceship the Iron Advance, doing what could perhaps be counted as âheroâ work. Among their allies is Steve Rogers, captain of his own crew, with whom Tony has a⌠potentially friendly relationship. When Steveâs ship is irreparably damaged, Rhodey takes him and his whole crew onto the Iron Advance to recover. Tonyâs not at all nervous about this, because so what if this is the first time Steve will see him without the Iron Man armor?
Space Between by NachoDiablo (Samsteve, Teen And Up Audiences, 9,157 words)
Summary: Sam has a quiet life on a newly inhabited planet. He spends his days tending the garden plots and avoiding his past. But right before an impending storm, a fugitive crash lands in his space and upsets his solitude.
The Truth When Captains Meet by Kimra (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 2,303 words)
Summary: Steve Rogers wakes up on an alienâs space ship being carried bridal style by Carol Danvers. As far as first meetings go, itâs memorable.
Brisingr by @ironychan (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 155,649 words)
Summary: When Jane Foster discovers an object on a course for the inner solar system, it looks like a job for the Avengers. But when what looked like a comet turns out to be a refugee ship from another galaxy, it's not clear whose job this is anymore. Tony Stark and the Vision find they have an uncomfortable amount in common with the creatures called the Brisings, while Jane learns that the aliens are being followed by something they thought they'd left behind five million years ago. Set post-AOU, pre-CW.
Liberate Tutemet Ex Inferis (Save yourself from hell) by Terrenis, with art by @kaiwrites (James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Explicit, 55,989 words)
Summary: In the Year 2060, Stark Aeronautics and Space Administration's prestige project, the âEvent Horizonâ, was on its maiden voyage with the newly developed Arc Reactor Gravity Drive, only to disappear beyond Neptuneâs orbit without a trace. Now, seven years later, a transmission from the eighth planet is received, along with a very disturbing audio record. Tony Stark, who not only wants to redeem his reputation, but also needs to know what happened on the ship, goes on a mission with the enhanced Inhuman ragtag crew of the Singularity to salvage his baby. Little do they know that this is literally going to be a trip to hell⌠Or that totally unnecessary Event Horizon AU that no one asked for. But Iâm going to write it anyway.
Catch a Falling Star by tsukinofaerii (Stony, Explicit, 42,741 words)
Summary: When Tony was sixteen, he got to meet his hero, Captain Steve Rogers, the Empire's not-literally-golden boy from the Continuity Wars. When he was twenty-seven, the aforementioned Captain turned Pirate picked him up at the outer edges of space. It would have been a good time to appreciate the abundant nudity that came from spending too much time with space colonists, but Tony had bigger worries than even Rogers' amazing hip-to-shoulder ratio. Something was sending the star-encircling computers that power the galaxy into a tailspin, and it was going to take a lot more than luck and skill to clean the mess up.
Luminosity by CSHfic, VSfic (Stony, Mature, 60,922 words)
Summary: The Avengers organize a two month mission to investigate an anomaly in space that appears to be engulfing planets, Steve is worried about leaving Tony alone, and Hawkeye is just worried about being left behind. But then something goes wrong. Steve drags himself out of the wreckage of their ship, on a planet that shouldnât exist, the Avengers are missing, Iron Man is torn to scraps, and Tony has a lot of explaining to do. Or, in which Steve has no clue that Tony is Iron Man, and it takes crash-landing on an alien planet for him to find out.
Gravitational Pull by @antigrav-vector (Stony, Explicit, 29,718 words)
Summary: A strange temple floating in space is discovered, and Steve and Tony are the logical choices to go investigate. What they find is going to make or break their relationship...
Inquiries into Orbital Dynamics (The Mission Controllers' Remix) by Muccamukk (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 5,591 words)
Summary: When a mysterious object appears in orbit around the Moon, NASA teams up with the Avengers to investigate it. This is NASA's story. Inspired by Gravitational Pull
everybody needs a reason why they run by napricot (Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 77,888 words)
Summary: Pepper doesnât often regret the improbable circumstances and choices that brought her, Tony, and Jim to the SGC and then to Atlantis. After all, being an intergalactic explorer is way cooler than being the right hand woman of Stark Industriesâ heir Tony Stark. But when strangers show up during her Gate teamâs milk run of a trading mission, sheâs got a bad feeling she knows better than to ignore. Which is how Pepperâs Gate team ends up picking up a stray in the form of a metal-armed runner with a mysterious past and learning about a dangerous new sect of Wraith worshippers called Hydrans. But the Atlanteans arenât the only ones interested in the Hydrans: there are stories spreading throughout the Pegasus Galaxy about the Nomad and the Widows, three maybe-heroes who have set their sights on the Hydrans and the Wraith. Meanwhile, Tonyâs trying to figure out if thereâs something more to Atlantisâs helpful new hospitality-oriented subroutines, and Master Sergeant Sam Wilson is trying to have just one offworld mission where shit doesnât get weird.
a war could be our only hope by @aceofwands (Stony, Explicit, 62,817 words)
Summary: Steve emerges in the future, where the Federation is fighting a war against the totalitarian Dominion. Traumatised from his experience with the Borg, Tony already has enough trouble coping without Steve's return bringing up unexpected feelings.
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Now's the time make an essay-ishly long post about the whole business with Stuart Townsend and his brief time as Aragorn.
There's probably really no great mystery here, just a casting gone wrong. But I'm still intrigued by how this happened and how it affected the rest of the cast both by the loss of Stuart and the addition of Viggo. And how this became just another in the long line of the lore of the rings.
In the summer of 1999, Viggo Mortensen and his son Henry set out on a 15,000-mile road trip to visit family and friends across the United States. At the same time, Irish actor Stuart Townsend was just auditioning for the role of Aragorn in The Lord of the Rings. But, after the film went into production and filming began in New Zealand, Peter Jackson discovered that the 26-year-old actor was not working. âEvery time I told Peter about it, he said, âWell, make him a little older,ââ says Lord of the Rings makeup artist JosĂŠ Perez. Each time he added more and more gray hair. into Townsend's beard, but to no avail. âWe tried to create a resemblance artificially. But both of us, Stuart and I, knew very well that someone older was needed for this role . On the morning of the third day after filming began, it was announced that Townsend had to leave the set. âSome of us were very upset ,â recalls Elijah Wood. â Just imagine that you spent two months with someone and thought that you would be together for at least another year and a half. We managed to become fast friends. Right or wrong, for In any case, this decision was traumatic for us . "
Orlando had time to become quite close with Stuart. It makes me wonder how he felt when Stuart was suddenly cast out. It was Orlando's first big project, so I imagine it might have made him nervous about being chucked out himself.
Also makes me wonder how he felt when Viggo arrived instead. Someone so different, older, seasoned. And maybe not immediately a good friend. Of course, that changed quite drastically! I just don't know how long it took before Viggo became the light of his life.
Viggo says he only met Stuart the once:
I wrote to him when I arrived in New Zealand to start work on the trilogy, but I never met him. I did finally come across him one night in Los Angeles in late 2001. Driving on Santa Monica Boulevard - with Orlando Bloom as my passenger, as fate would have it - I pulled up to a red light. It turned out Stuart was stopped next to us. Orlando, who knows Stuart fairly well, spotted him. We rolled down our windows and greeted each other. He seems a very good person and is obviously a serious artist.
First, I just love the image of Viggo and Orlando driving around in LA, just hanging out. Secondly, Viggo is being terribly diplomatic here; I imagine he never got any answer to that letter for one. And you know he would never have spoken a word to Stuart had not Orlando, exhuberant, friendly and full of joy, greeted him. I so wonder what went through Stuart's mind at that time. Seeing he wasn't happy about what happened. And here was Orlando, his former co-star, having the time of his life with his replacement. It must have been an awkward moment for everyone - except perhaps Orlando (who was enjoying his ride too much to notice). :)
Viggo:
Over the last few years, Stuart has met up with Elijah, Billy, everyone really. It was something that we all felt incredibly bad about, and it was something I certainly had to struggle with before accepting the role. It was just one of those things, where Peter felt he'd made the wrong choice â he became convinced Stuart was too young for the role â and he had to make a tough decision. It's the nature of the business, you know, and I would hope Stuart doesn't feel it was anything personal. I have nothing but admiration for him.
And it's quite obvious Stuart was NOT happy about how it went down. Even in 2005, he sounded rather bitter, tbh.
Two weeks ago I finally read an article where the filmmakers said, ''We were totally wrong about Stuart and we accept that it was our fault,'' which was so nice because I did get shafted up the a--. I was there rehearsing and training for two months, then was fired the day before filming began. I have no good feelings for those people in charge, I really don't. [Peter Jackson] wanted me and then apparently thought better of it because he really wanted someone 20 years older than me and completely different. There's always some good to be found in a bad experience. The guys who played the Hobbits are great people, and Orlando Bloom became a good friend.
And lastly, some only marginally interesting bits from Sean Astin's book:
And when [Stuart] was gone, he was simply gone. Vanished. There were no long good-byes. By the time we found out, heâd already left the country. I left a message for Stuart on his cell phone, but never heard back. Everyone was really worried about him for a while. There are certain elements of his persona that would have been interesting in Aragorn. There is a brooding romanticism to Stuart, a genuine pathos you see in his eyes; your heart wrenches when you see him on screen. Viggo is a much more austere actor, and that is reflected in the way he portrays Aragorn. His strength and beauty and sex appeal derive from some other place, so itâs pretty hard to compare the two of them.
I think almost everyone thinks it was one of the very best decisions of the production to bring in Viggo. I'm quite sure the films would not have been the same without him as Aragorn.
Just look at him.
(I stole this gif from somewhere, but now I don't know from where.)
And what's more, the fellowship wouldn't have been the same without Viggo as their captain. And you know I'm absolutely sure his arrival changed Orlando's life.
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Hi! Hi! I just discovered your blog and I have a request. So can I request Ranpo, Sigma and Dazai with a s/o who is like really calm and reserved in public but when they're alone together you can't separate them. Like a clingy, touchy, overprotective s/o who is reserved in public or at work. BUT if anyone hurts their partner they will go to war!! THEN afterwards come home and cuddle with them.
đŹ - Idk if you do the emoji things but I'm signing off with this one.
(You can just ignore this if you want, NO PRESSURE)
this is actually so cute. me and who
this sorta turned into just ways they show affection sorry i got carried away. jn my defense i love these three
warnings: none !! this is fluff but only sort of partially answers the prompt oopsies
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Ranpo, Sigma, and Dazai with a reserved but affectionate S/O
Ranpo
ranpo is very affectionate no matter where you go so you two could not be more different in that regard
like. at home ? hes never not in your lap. shopping ? your arms Will be linked together (so he doesnt lose you, in his own words). at work ? he sidles up next to you and slings his legs over yours while he begrudgingly does his paperwork
he doesnt mind that youre more reserved when it comes to pda !! he knows how to tone it down when he gets to be too much
he just has a lot of love to give ok :-(
ranpo is 100% the type to just like. after a long day he will very dramatically splay himself across your lap and be like "ughhh im dying of boredom..... blehhhhh........."
his favorite activity is laying on top of you and demanding that you entertain him (any means possible) (especially reading to him)
he BITES !! leaves hickies on accident sometimes (he says hes sorry but like. is he really) and he encourages you to bite him right back fr. hes so silly i love him
admittedly he is a little upset he cant be as affectionate w you in public but he loves u enough that its ok and he makes up for it by not letting go of you from the moment you get home to the moment you go to bed
has fallen asleep in your lap before. also has fallen asleep on top of you on the couch before. haha good luck getting up you cant youd disturb him
congrats on the cat boyfriend btw
Sigma
silly... as somebody who runs a casino (yes he still runs the casino in my head. canon can get bent) he is very very busy, so he understands that there simply may not be time or energy to dedicate to him during working hours
affection shared between him is often that tired sort if only because after a full day the last thing he wants is something high energy
seeing as he spent a lot of time around fyodor, public physical contact of any kind is probably still a taboo hes deconstructing, so hes very much grateful that you arent really big on pda yourself (if only because he doesnt feel ready for all that at this point in time)
he likes to just lay against you, or hold your hand while he does his paperwork :3
big on forehead kisses. he loves them okay. the inherent tenderness of it makes him forget how to speak for a little bit he gets So flustered its actually the cutest thing ever
sigmas also a big big fan of massages (he runs on energy drinks, stress, and pure unfettered anxiety okay. i bet his muscles are Stiff)
and if you give him coffee...? doesnt matter if u made it or not. you are Getting Kissed
sleeping next to each other,, sleepy kissing,,, naps together,,,, top tier
sigma likes to just sit on the couch and watch tv with you. lay on him right now do it. diy weighted blanket
he treats you with fancy schmancy meals from the casino kitchens. you guys get to have date night where its just you watching tv and eating good food and drinking wine (hes a white wine guy you cant tell me otherwise)
Dazai
dazai isnt super affectionate in public, hes sorta similar to you in that regard, but he still has to be touching you almost all the time
HES SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT TOO his love language is annoying you so he will find the most inconvenient ways to Just Barely Touch You so that you have to talk to him and tell him to stop
getting home tho you get to literally watch the mask melt away. you sit down on the couch and he immediately just relaxes into you, he is ALL over u
(pspsps play with his hair. and like gently run ur nails over his scalp a lil bit. he gets so so sleepy when you do that)
dazai is so NEEDY w affection but he knows how to act like he doesnt want/need it in front of other ppl
if ur in private and ur not actively giving him attention. he will stare at u for a bit before practically tackling you. bro sprawls
hes not like AGAINST pda btw i forgot to touch on that its just that he prefers to be more private with his genuine romantic endeavors :3 like hell annoy you on purpose in public but behind closed doors hes a softie fr
dazai also bites as a love language like ranpo does but dazai is always careful not to accidentally bite too hard (ranpo may not give a fuck but dazai certainly does)
he rly likes laying on top of you. fair tbh laying on ur s/o is better than therapy
anyway overall hes very much like. purposely annoying or embarrassing in public but hes much more romantic behind closed doors
#bsd#writing#bungou stray dogs#bsd x gn reader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#headcanons#percys silly hcs#ranpo x gn!reader#ranpo x reader#bsd ranpo#ranpo x you#ranpo x y/n#bsd sigma#sigma x reader#sigma x you#sigma x y/n#sigma x gn!reader#bsd dazai#dazai x reader#dazai x you#dazai x y/n#dazai x gn!reader#đŹ anon
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Hello, everyone. I have some news to tell you all, and it took me by surprise when I discovered it. Firstly, I just want to say thank you to a wonderful person on this app for telling me (don't know if you would like a shout out or not, DM me if you do, but you know who you are), but without you, I would have never known, so thank you so much!! â¤â¤
But onto the news, like I stated previously, a wonderful person sent me a post that someone had published a story here on Tumblr that was literally copied and pasted from my own story, "Lapdog," with a simple change of the characters, and some dialogue that contained Spanish was reverted to English. I never gave this person authorization to use my work, and they literally took complete ownership of it, even stating: "It took me 5 hours to make." When, in reality, "Lapdog" took me 2 days and even more to edit and write. đ¤§đ
I was greatly upset when I saw this; honestly, I was shocked for a good while before getting advice from my sis, @powerful-niya, on how to handle this situation. I had completely forgotten that plagiarism and the stealing of one's work could even happen, so when this occurred, it really took me by surprise. đ
What further hurt me was the sight of this person fully claiming my work as theirs. They received many asks and comments about how good "their" story was and when a part 2 would be posted, and they responded saying: "Hii!! So a ton of people have been asking me about a part 2, and I mentioned that I would think about making the part two." And this one really got to me: "So some wise words would be to stick around for a bit, to see if it gets uploaded or not, but don't take this as a definite yes, because I'm still not sure."
It literally sounded like they were waiting on my second part of Lapdog to be uploaded to simply steal that one as well. I held very conflicting emotions: hurt, anger, sadness, and possibly even a little fear. However, with the help of some great besties here on Tumblr and from home, I was able to get through it. Here's a shoutout to those wonderful individuals, and I'm so thankful for you, girlies. I really appreciate the support! â¤đ
@serpentineaerodynamics, @grumpypixistix, @powerful-niya, @luvrxbunny, @amariiyagurl
(Also, thank you once again to the person who initially told me about this; I'm extremely grateful!) â¤
Lastly, I didn't make this post to spread hate to this person; that's the last thing I want. I uploaded this to spread awareness of my situation and how wrong it is to steal someone's work, who've poured every ounce of themselves into it, to simply get attention. đ
Despite having little to no time to write, I still try to do a small amount on the weekends or in my free time (which is rare), but I try even still because I really enjoy writing, particularly writing about Miguel. So, that's why this incident greatly hurt me.
It's why I'm also thankful that I was able to take care of it, as the post has been removed; but I just wanted to notify my followers and anyone from their page who was deceived about what happened and why "their" story was removed from their blog.
Thank you, and I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your day/night. Do not spread hate and steal others' work; it'll only bring harm to yourself in the end. Love you all and stay safe! â¤đ¤đđ˝
#stolen work#spreading awareness#lapdog#đnaeverse postsđ#love my besties â¤đ¤§#and sister lol â¤#miguel o'hara#across the spiderverse#spider man 2099#miguel ohara#the blue panther#miguel smut#miguel spiderman#miguel spiderverse#miguel x fem!reader#miguel
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I found This is About a Stuffed Bird bc of you and its one of my favorite fics ever. Do you by chance have more suggestions?
hermitcraft/mcyt fic recs? :0 let's go!!
i get a lot of my fic recs from other friends since i don't really go out and search on my own all too much for this fandom. but there are lots of great works out here! i will be listing out some of my favorites :3 mostly hc but a couple general mcyt ones that i think are an excellent read no matter what. all of the fics i'm listing will be genfic without ships!
also i just realized a lot of my bookmarks are grian-centric which is funny i guess because i am admittedly quite picky about content of my other favorites and grian just tends to have the most content in the fanbase. hope that'll be alright
(i hope some of my friends and mutuals don't mind me tagging them for their works)
hermitcraft longfics:
the last days of the free angel of carrows by @theminecraftbee - loved stuffed bird? here's another great longfic by second! this one is about joe and cleo in an urban fantasy mystery setting. again, second writes our beloved hermits into an captivating au!
leaping and hopping on a moonshadow by @lunarblazes - a fantasy au by luna my beloved! pearl suddenly gains magical powers and goes on a quest to find her long-lost friend grian who might know what's happening to her. she meets a lot of familiar faces along the way!
Recall by @redwinterroses - hey, i was the artist for this one! :D mumbo goes missing, so grian and scar search for him. they find that grumbot has been up to some... things along the way. the fic isn't finished but i think the chapters red put out is worth a read if you don't mind leaving off on a cliffhanger because it really is super interesting
dramaturgy by wormcity - a universe where gem and pearl join in a season 7 that was never finished. mumbo became the mayor, but the turf war went so very wrong afterwards. admittedly i have not finished reading this yet because ummm short on time xD but it's super interesting with a lot of layers of drama(turgy hahaha)!
hermitcraft short fics/oneshots:
for trying. by @autistic-evil-xisuma - a stuffed bird universe oneshot of x and xisuma during their lab days. great if you want to be sad over the doomed brothers again :D
the wheels on the bus by sparxwrites - a hilarious post-s8 oneshot about grian being a little shit towards the watchers. one of the first fics i've read from this fandom and i still love it
a body is an object by ruffboi - grian is a mimic, and pearl's arrival in s8 shakes him up. she hasn't seen him in a while and is quite upset to learn that the grian she knew died a long time ago. a great read for familial connections and conflict of friendships!
Goatman and the Rift by TheDepressedCanary - doc's eldritch powers start acting up when the rift appears. what shenanigans will ensue?
other mcyt fics/crossovers:
late at night, when the stars don't look quite right by @lunarblazes - an excellent empires s1 and hermitcraft crossover longfic, where grian lands into the server and is discovered by pearl! very great worldbuilding and relationships, i especially love the dynamic between gri and pearl and pearl and gem :D
every new discovery is just a reminder by amaranthinecanicular - grian begins pulling alternate versions of the hermits from the life series into the server. he does save a lot of them, but at what cost? it does end on a cliffhanger but this is genuinely one of the most captivating oneshots i've ever read... argghhh
The Fair and the Brave and the Good by @slashmagpie - an afterlife smp longfic centered around the shelby, scott, and sausage. i have never watched afterlife smp before in my LIFE and this is still one of my favorite pieces of literature ever. the characters and worldbuilding is impeccable and perfect if you like something dark with themes of hope and renewal.
Two Can Keep a Secret (If One of Them is Red) by anonymous secretmcblog - a 3L oneshot! ren suspects grian has stockholm syndrome with his pact to stay with scar, but his expectations are wrong. a truly excellent read and one of them first fics i've read! i still go back to reread it from time to time
dog at the door by fluffy_papaya & iamsolarflare - a longfic where doc and ren take a trip on a van on their way to s8. ren, however, is not quite himself, and doc has to learn to befriend the red king.
devil town is colder in the summertime by @bananasofthorns - a oneshot from a 100hsmp/life series d&d au! team BEST ventures into a cursed evil fucked up forest. uh oh.
Interview with the Aftermath by @ranchersrevenge (wanderlasts) - the last life contestants are invited for an interview. the responses vary greatly.
stars, smoke, and stolen car keys by wormcity - a 100hsmp modern au oneshot where grian, scar, and joel go on a hike. it doesn't go quite as they expected.
the beehive state by amaranthinecanicular - a dsmp oneshot after wilbur moves to utah. tommy visits him, and the two reconnect. i have to say i stopped following dsmp a long time ago but this fic made me BAWL. i don't even think you need to know any of the characters that well to really enjoy just how amazing the writing itself is
Can't Go Back (This Time) by @duckmumbo (musicaltvbooks) - soup group goes end raiding and accientally finds themselves in afterlife smp. nothing goes wrong, surely! also admittedly i havent finished reading this either but roy i swear i will. this is a great read nevertheless and the soup group dynamic is impeccable!
TommyInnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii - on the train of dsmp fics, this is the superhero au longfic that inspired my own hc superhero au, vdhau. it's a lot of funny shenanigans with tommy and his friends. the fic does take a dark turn at the end, but that can be skipped entirely (as said by eneli herself) if you just want the wholesome aspects.
if you don't mind a little self promo, here are some of my fics!
it takes two to play (the game of mutual secrecy) - the aforementioned hermitcraft hero au. this installment is centered around xisuma and evil x as brothers resolving their issues through hero work and solving the mystery of welsknight's disappearance :D there are other works that are set in the same universe if you're interested for more!
how to form the ultimate besties dynamic: an unreliable tutorial by hypnotizd - a oneshot! hypno is a warlock who goes treasure hunting under the sea. he meets a guardian who later becomes his unlikely friend.
smoke and mirrors, the hunt perseveres - grian's arrival in empires s2 unwittingly brings the watchers' suspicions with him. cue jimmy freaking out and a lot of shenanigans.
ballad of ethoâs lab - my newest installment! a oneshot about etho's storied life as the redstone god.
i'm also currently working on the sequel to the game of mutual secrecy and a new (well not exactly new since i made concept art for it) au called private detective gem tasey! these will likely be released sometime late january or february. have fun with these fic recs! i haven't been reading as much lately but i hope ill be able to find more if anyone else asks in the future. cheers!
edit: the fics are out! here they are!
hiding in plain sight (the meaning of trust) - sequel to the hermitcraft hero au! it follows an escaped lab rat trying to acquaint themselves with human society while avoiding suspicion and making friends with familiar faces from tgms ;D
private detective gem tasey: a rotten mystery in london - a hermitcraft detective au where gem gets hired for a case that spirals completely into drama and politics!
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I've been meaning to make this post for months, but I'm lazy :P
This year, I got diagnosed with bipolar 2, and going on mood stabilizers has been LIFE-CHANGING. (In the way they always told me going on antidepressants would be, only it wasn't.) I have discovered that I had a lot of (common) misconceptions about what bipolar disorder was like, which was why I struggled for at least 15 years with it and didn't get diagnosed until now. So I wanted to share a little bit about what I've learned about what bipolar disorder is REALLY like, in the hopes that other people in the same boat as me might recognize their own symptoms.
Disclaimers: I am not a mental health professional or an expert in bipolar disorder, and this is drawn from my personal experiences, which may be different from what another person with bipolar experiences.
--There are different levels of depression and of mania. Low mania, for instance, is called hypomania. While people with Bipolar 1 experience a range of emotions from mania to depression, people with Bipolar 2 experience mostly depression with occasional hypomania.
--People have a very extreme and stereotyped idea of what mania looks like, so it can be harder to recognize hypomania in particular. Things that mania/hypomania can look like:
anxiety
restlessness
insomnia
constant fidgeting
huge excitement or joy
intense creativity
intense sensory experience (colors are brighter, handsoap smells AMAZING, etc)
rage
less inhibited behavior
more spending
more risky behavior
feeling like you're finally yourself for the first time in years
--You will notice in that list that manic doesn't just mean happy. Mania is a high-energy state. That can mean high-energy happiness, high-energy anger, high-energy anxiety, etc. Depression is the low-energy side of the equation.
--You don't have to be JUST manic or JUST depressed. It's very common to have "mixed episodes" where you are both at one time. I was diagnosed years ago with "anxiety and depression"--and it turns out that that was probably actually a bipolar mixed state. A lot of people with classic depression talk about having no energy, having trouble getting out of bed, etc, but I always had the kind of depression where I felt despairing but also high-energy. I was restless and anxious--and sometimes had bursts of happiness and enjoyment in the middle and then went back to being depressed again.
--Bipolar can feel like mood swings. Your moods are intense and they can change quickly. I have had a psychiatrist tell me that you know it's bipolar when your mood changes for no reason. This may be true for some people, but for me, I could almost always attribute my mood change to SOMETHING. "I feel bad because of that thing somebody said to me" or "I feel bad because I'm lonely" or "I feel anxious because my stomach is upset". So that wasn't a helpful indicator for me, but the presence of the mood swings was. Some people also try to say that you have to be in a manic or depressive state for a certain number of days in order to qualify as bipolar--but if you're having mixed episodes like I was, all bets are off as to how long a mood is going to last.
--It's very common for people with bipolar disorder to have sleep problems: sleeping too much, sleeping too little, or both. I go right to sleep at bedtime, but then I wake up in the middle of the night, lie awake for an hour, and then go back to sleep. I have done this regularly for literally 15 years.
--A really good sign of having bipolar disorder is if trying a new antidepressant makes you manic/hypomanic. This doesn't always happen to people with bipolar disorder trying an antidepressant, but it certainly can.
My experience with antidepressants is that sometimes they seemed to work a bit for awhile, but in the long run, they really didn't work. One antidepressant that I tried made me FURIOUSLY ANGRY, so much so that it scared me and I had to get off the med after a week (the rage was a hypomanic state). One antidepressant that I tried made me so unbearably anxious that I took it ONCE and never again (that anxiety was also a hypomanic state). I took an antidepressant once that worked PERFECTLY for two months, and then suddenly stopped, and never worked again (happy hypomania, mood-swinging back to depressed again). What finally tipped us off that my problem was bipolar disorder was when I tried a new antidepressant and it made me feel AMAZING and then it wore off and I got super-depressed again... and then we raised the dose and I felt AMAZING and then it wore off, and... Meanwhile, I was happier than I had ever been before, I started a new hobby of collecting bonkers earrings, I started dressing in eye-burning rainbow colors, I was far more confident than I had ever been, I spent more (not way too much, but more) than usual... That is the kind of hypomanic/manic state that most people recognize as such, which is how I finally got diagnosed.
I will add on tomorrow or so with some stories about episodes that I recognize in retrospect were from my bipolar disorder, but I don't want to make this post longer than it already is! I will just add: If any of this sounds like you, I strongly encourage you to talk to a doctor about trying mood stabilizers. Maybe they won't do anything for you--but then at least you'll KNOW. I have a sneaking suspicion that just like C-PTSD is wildly underdiagnosed, bipolar disorder probably is, too.
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People have powers connected to their natural talents. Gregory is a natural born hacker; his power allows him to physically enter any kind of machine, no matter how simple or complicated and control them however he wishes. He can even change the programming/coding however he wants. Heâs taken odd jobs to clean viruses from computers and fix faulty programming in faulty machines. The night he gets stuck in the Mega Pizzaplex, he knows exactly what to do.
This is the final tumblr generated prompt from the last round, number 66, and the prompt is from Hydrangea_Cherry9 on ao3! So, admittedly, this is probably the most Iâve diverged from a prompt so far because the tech stuff feels like it would fit better with Cassie, and I kinda had a different idea for Gregory. So basically, AU where everyone has one specific magic-esque power that they get as kids. I also took a bit of inspiration from that one post about little everyday magics.Â
Child of Chaos
To the bewilderment of his parents, Gregory didnât seem to have a magic ability. They usually started coming in when a child was five years old, so when he went unchanged, his parents assumed heâd be a late bloomer. By the time he was eight, and far past âlate,â they assumed he had a weak or subtle power. Because surely it was impossible for someone to just not have one.
Gregory himself never seemed upset with his abject normality. Not when his dad used his abilityâhis cooking was always perfectâor his mom used hersâshe could predict the weather down to the minute and degreeâor his classmates all started showing theirs off in school.Â
Like his best friend Cassie, who could slip her mind into whatever electronic device she was touching. Or Hunter, who had an internal clock and timer and stopwatch and alarm. And Lucy knew someoneâs mood just from looking them in the eyes, and nothing Barry dropped, no matter how delicate, ever broke.
Gregory never complained or made faces or got frustrated with his friends. He shrugged when people asked about his magic, or lack thereof. He claimed to be totally unbothered by whatever obscure power he had that heâd yet to discover.Â
What no one noticed was the glint in his eyes, the twitch of his secret smile. They didnât recognize his apparent indifference as a mask or his non-answers as lies. He never teased or hinted at the truth, never countered the mocking remarks, never sought to prove them wrong. Because that would give it away.
It would have made sense, had anyone figured it out, that he held his silence so strictly. That he kept his chaos a secret.
When things went wrong, or even just not as expectedâthat was Gregoryâs doing. His little bit of magic. It could be big or small; he was equally capable of making the entire school lose electricity as he was at making any small object go missing at an inconvenient time.Â
It was a remarkable power to have in a day and age where most peopleâs magic affected only themselves or a very small area around them. But Gregory, at eight, decided heâd wanted a snow day instead of a test on Friday, and the skies had dumped four and a half feet of snow in a twenty mile radius around his house overnight.Â
So of course his magic was his best kept secret. It wouldnât do for people to be suspicious of him for every little thing that happened. Heâd lose all his fun if adults knew the sort of chaos he caused that couldnât be traced back to him, so long as his magic was unknown.Â
And so it was that, standing in the pizzaplex, knowing there were animatronics hunting him down and a crazy killer out for his blood, Gregory grinned. His philosophy was that if anyone tried to ruin his day, heâd make theirs so much worse.Â
Roxy couldnât stop tripping over her own feet; Monty kept leaping headfirst into arcade machines and photo booths and walls; doors closed in Chicaâs face without fail. The STAFF bots bumped into each other, potted plants, and during one memorable moment, caused a massive pileup in the theater hallways that entirely blocked the killer bunny lady from reaching him.Â
Gregory had never had so many opportunities to cause chaos, and he was living for it.Â
Moon got tangled in his wires, the elevators stopped working for anyone but Gregory, and Sun found himself locked in a closet. The DJ got stuck trying to climb out of his massive passageways, and he was left to watch Gregory cheerfully saunter from the arcadeâs back room.Â
But nothing was funnier than what his chaos did to his wannabe murderer. Chica ran into the bunny lady and sent them both tumbling down the long staircase in the lobby. Roxy accidentally bit her arm. Montyâs sharp nails snagged in her suit and shredded the front of it. The suit head got twisted and stuck, effectively blinding her. Moon mistook her for Gregory and tackled her. The blade of her knife fell off the handle. The lost and found door got jammed, locking her out as Gregory leisurely escaped via vent.Â
Cackling after the latest mishapâshe face-planted after a hapless wet floor sign bot trundled into her pathâGregory gleefully returned to Freddy. Even his kindly protector was chuckling. The killer lady, who had to have been pretty fed up with her rotten luck tonight, had yet to get up off the ground and now had a circle of concerned wet floor sign bots gathered around her.Â
âIt seems everyone is suffering from bad luck tonight,â Freddy commented as they left the atrium. âI have never seen my friends be so clumsy.âÂ
Gregory snickered, relaxed as ever in Freddyâs chest cavity. âYeah, itâs like theyâve been cursed.âÂ
Freddy chuckled. âAnd thank goodness we have been spared,â he said, in a knowing sort of way.Â
Gregory sat up a bit and blinked in surpriseâno one had ever figured him out before, but then again, heâd never dealt out chaos quite like this before either. âIââ
âYour secret is safe with me, superstar,â Freddy gently interrupted him.Â
After a moment of thought, Gregory slumped again with a rueful smile. He supposed heâd known he wouldnât be able to hide his magic forever, and he couldnât think of a better person to be the first to know. Cassie would probably be the second, honestly.Â
âYouâre not freaked out?â he asked. It wasnât something he liked to admit to himself, that he was a little bit scared of potential reactions. He didnât want to be blamed for every little thing, even inconveniences that he genuinely hadnât caused, or for people to walk on eggshells around him, fearful of retribution.Â
âNot at all.â The hatch opened, and Gregory didnât resist when Freddy gently pulled him out and into his arms. âI do not believe you are the type of person to use such an ability to intentionally cause harm. And if I am being honestâŚâÂ
He paused as Roxy burst out of a door up ahead, only for her eyes to go dark with sudden blindness. She stumbled around, waving her arms in front of her.Â
âThey do deserve to be âcursedâ in this case,â Freddy finished, not without humor.Â
Gregory laughed, and on cue, as Roxy whirled to face them, her legs locked up and she toppled over with a screech.
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His Hero Pt 1
|Hello Everyone who comes across this. I saw some fan art drawing Dan Heng as Spider-Man and my brain refuses to let go of the thought. Dan Heng is my Favorite Star Rail character and Spider-Man is my favorite superhero so I'm mixing the two in this au. It will be more than one part. The reader will be shorter than Dan Heng. Anyways as always feel free to change the pronouns to fit you own. Enjoy and I hope you have a wonderful day or night.
Scenario: He got bitten by a radio active spider. Before that happened he was a standard college book nerd. He was working on his biology degree. He has a high moral obligation when it comes to people in need. That is if he is able to do something. He somehow manages to find a balance between his life and his life as a vigilante. Though getting closer to his crush is a bonus to the chaos that is his life.
Dan Heng x A Male Reader
Warnings: minor spoilers for Dan Heng and Blade's lore as well as the main story quest, mentions of death, injuries, minor angst, and very long|
Dan Heng:
Dan Heng had gotten injured during his last battle. He never expected he'd get into that situation. He was against a new organization that had arisen in his city recently. They claimed their leader could predict the future.
He was against the person named Blade from the group. He looked familiar to Dan Heng. The hero couldnt place his finger on the familiarity until he said something. The thing happened to catch him off guard. Blade called him by his dead brother who caused a lot of problems for him. It made his blood run cold and muddled his mind for a moment which lead him arm getting cut.
His late brother was the reason he wasn't living a normal life. He was the one that raised Dan Heng. He had cause a lot of issues for a lot of people. Dan Heng unfortunately looked similar to his brother that many mistook him for the other. He did a lot of things that upset a lot of people. However before things went down hill he was considered a hero and highly respected. He wished to not be his brother's shadow anymore.
His brother was the original Spider-Man. He bitten and relied on two of his friends. They were named Yingxing and Jiang Yuan. Dan Heng sort of remembered them but somethings happened when his brother had his down fall and his memories were scattered about.
He never met the two as he always hid in his room when they were over. He had seen them a couple of times when he peaked out of his room to see if they had left yet but they never saw him. With Yingxing he never saw the other's face while once or twice he caught a glimpse of Jiang Yuan's face. His brother also never mentioned him as they had a rocky relationship.
Dan Heng only found out about his brother being a hero because he came home injured. He took care of the wound. Though he had no clue about the experiments his brother was conducting until he found himself bitten by a radioactive spider that bit his brother. He remembered not wishing to even be in his brother's lab but Yinyue Jun forgot something important at home. He brought to his brother. His sort of remembered Yingxing being there but he doesnt trust his memory of the incident. After all his mind became hazy and memories fragmented.
He hadn't seen nor heard anything involving Yingxing since Yinyue Jun had died. Which happened not soon after he visited the lab. While Jiang Yuan mistook Dan Heng for his brother and arrested him for a short period of time. The arrest was removed off his record when they discovered that he was Dan Heng not Yinyue Jun. Jiang Yuan is kind and wished to help Dan Heng if he needed but the dark haired male was always mistaken as his brother.
Dan Heng also sense the white haired male held guilt for anything that happened involving his brother. He remembered everyone talking about his brother at the funeral. So many mixed emotions and opinions that he couldn't make heads or tails about. With his memories scattered it was hard to sort his thoughts and memories about the other. He choose to separate himself from his brother but people still claimed he was just living in Yinyue Jun's shadow.
He managed to make it out of the fight just fine. He had taken Blade down though he figured it wouldn't be for long as one of his comrades showed up. He had left quickly as Kafka was one of their group he didnt like messing with. He was safe from the two but he was still shaken up. Dan Heng hadn't changed out of his suit just yet. He just found himself in an alleyway hidden from sight trying to calm himself. He was trying to organize his thoughts. While he didn't sense any danger he heard footsteps approaching.
Dan Heng gave a sigh just what he needed. It was bad enough his vigilante side gig was exposed cause he ran into March 7th one night. Of course she thought he was Yinyue Jun as he reused his brother's suit design. He was now the same height as his brother once was. The general public minus Jiang Yuan thought he was still the original Spider-Man. The only difference was he refused to work during the day to avoid being seen. His brother was once again the original hero.
He wanted to leave before he was seen by this new person. He readied himself to swing out of there bracing himself for the sting that will occur. "Wait a second!" The person called out. He mentally cursed to himself.
For the second time that night his blood when cold. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. It was someone he holds dear. They met because of group project the shorter male had to work on with his roommates. Stelle and Caelus had fought over who was his friend. March wasn't home that day. They got acquainted then but didn't become close until he started his job at the local library. They were studying science and history. Which was very fitting for the other.
While he was reminiscing at how they met he felt a hand on his wrist. (Eye colored) eyes staring at him. "Look I'm sure you prefer not to be touched but I noticed a gash on your arm. My friends are constantly talking about you. You saved two of them once so I dont think youre a bad person. I know you're a hero and most likely wish to keep your identity hidden which I fully respect. Just hear me out please. I want take you to my home to patch you up. It's not far from here. I just worry about you swinging about with that wound Spider-Man." The shorter male said with a worried look. His eyes staring at the gash with a frown.
Dan Heng started thinking about everything. He knew (Name) was trustworthy. After the two became friends he learned the shorter of the two was very kind and gentle. He was also someone the hero would trust his life to if the situation called for it. Dan Heng thought it would best to just nod. He knew the other would lose sleep from worry. He saw relief flood into the other's eyes.
He was lead to (Name)'s home. It wasn't far and he was positive no one saw them. Dan Heng became a bit red under his mask due to the fact (Name) hadn't let go of his hand yet. The smaller male had sat him down. "Make yourself at home while I go get my first aid kit. Is it also possible to pull your arm out of your suit? If so pull it out please. I don't wish to damage your suit further but I want to make sure your arm is properly wrapped." (Name) said letting go and
"Caelus and Stelle are going to kill me if they find out about this. It'll be even worse for me if they tell Dan Heng." Dan Heng heard him mutter to himself while grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom. While he was grabbing it Dan Heng pulled his arm out of his suit. It was made with the mask and body suit were separate. Had he not ran into (Name) then he'd be in that alleyway still.
He was rather nervous about this. (Name) came back and accessed the wound. He quickly began tending to the wound. "It may sting for a second. I'm going fo clean it." His soft voice said. The hero thought his voice had eased his mind a bit. He winced slightly from the disinfectant.
"If this happens again feel free to come here to get taken care of. Both of my parents are both in the medical field. I learned a lot from them. They taught me since some of my friends were constantly getting hurt when we were kids." (Name) couldn't believe he just offered that.
The (eye colored) male knew his friends would yell at him for this but he couldn't help it. The hero saved March and Caelus both in the past. His identity was a secret so getting help must be hard. It must be so lonely and hard. He had no interest in prying at all. He took care of his wound with ease. The hero was gone quickly after with a soft thanks.
What he just offered had finally sunk in what he offered. The adrenaline of seeing the wound and his need to help others died down. He pulled out his phone and opened his chat with Himiko. 'Hey Himiko I may have done something extremely dumb.' He quickly typed out. He couldn't go to his other friends after all. They'd make a trip this late to come scold him.
'Is everything alright? Do you need me to send Welt to stay over for a bit?' Himiko quickly replied as he cleaned everything up. This was going to be stuck in his mind for awhile. He just hoped making a deal to aide the hero wouldn't come to bite him in the butt. He chatted with Himiko for awhile until he was able to relax about the situation.
Dan Heng swung through the city until he snuck his way back home. His other three roommates didn't know about him being Spider-Man. In fact the only ones who did know were the oldest of the friend group. Himiko and Welt helped him immensely from making his suit to improving his gear.
After he got changed out of the suit he leaned on a wall. He had tossed his phone on his bed to not think about it. He covered his now extremely red face. There's no possible way he'd actually take (Name) on his offer to patched up as much as he yearned for it. It would put the smaller male at risk if anyone saw him heading there to get help.
He was trying to calm his racing heart when he noticed his phone light up signaling a message. He picked it up to check who could be messaging him. His eyes widened when he saw Himiko asking if he was ok. It was as if she had a second sense. 'I am fine you don't need to worry about me.' He responded.
'Glad you are ok.
A little birdy told me our dear (Name) patched up your wound and offered for you to come to him in the future. Though you did make him worry and freak out afterwards.
He messaged me freaking out because he offered to help a certain hero.
He was worried because he knows nothing about the hero but had a run in with him being injured tonight. I am relieved he patched you up regardless. Anyways get some rest and good night Dan Heng.' Himiko messaged.
Dan Heng gave a sigh. The smaller male was too kind for his own good. He'd be extremely worried had it been anyone else that was Spider-Man. He should plan something as his hero alter ego to thank him for patching him up. He also makes a mental note to persuaded him to not offer that. It could very much put him into dangers sights.
His hand subconsciously went to the bandages on his arm. He remembered the soft tone and gentle hands. His heart sped up once again for that night. He'd just realized he'd never been at the other's home. His face started heating up. He hoped he wouldn't have any late night knocks on his door from his roommates.
Needless to say the two males were up for the rest of the night. Dan Heng thinking about the shorter male. While (Name) was thinking of him without knowing know it. The following day started off normal for Dan Heng which was nice after a night of fighting crime.
His roommates had left their shared home earlier for classes or work. Making him the only one home. He didn't have any classes to attend that day which he was happy about. It also meant his arm would be able to heal more easily. At least for one day. He replaced the bandages on his arm carefully
All Dan Heng had to do was work his shift at the library. Which was a relief for him considering how much sitting in a lecture hall coping notes may irritate his cut. He heard a small knock on the door. Which he went to go answer. He looked slightly surprised seeing (Name) upon opening the door. His expression went back to his typical stoic one.
"Hey Dan Heng is Stelle here? She left something at my house the other day. I wanted to meet up with her but she hasn't been answering my texts. I think she's mad at me after Caelus made me draw for him in their gatcha game. Caelus got the character she wanted. She got a duplicate and blamed it on me rolling for the other." The shorter male said with a smile. Dan Heng shook his head.
"She has already left for her classes. Would you like me to put it on the counter for her? You also might have to roll for her later. Next time tell them both anything that happens isn't your fault." He said knowing how those two are. The shorter male nods. He gave a smile glad to have ran into Dan Heng. He was invited in for a moment. "Do you work today? If so and our shifts align we should walk there together." His gentle voice said.
"I am closing tonight so I won't be in until later. However I am happy to walk you there if you work earlier." Dan Heng answered setting the notebook on the counter and leaving a quick note for Stelle. It just meant more time they can spend together. He looked into shining (eye color) eyes. Dan Heng had a fond look in his eyes. He would deny it if anyone asked but he could get lost in those eyes.
"That would be appreciated. I am a mid shift today so when you clock in I'll be clocking out. If it's no hassle for you." The shorter male answered rubbing his neck. Dan Heng noticed his posture seemed timid. He tiled his head concerned. The other had a habit of not liking to bother others. He was worried someone was harassing his friend.
"Is everything ok?" The taller male asked with a worried look. His ocean eyes watched the other look away. "You know you can tell me whatever is troubling you. I'm always willing to lend an ear if you need one." He said softly. The other gave a sigh. His tone make the shorter male's heart skip a beat. "Promise not to get angry?" The response caught the hero off guard.
"If you're in danger or anything I won't be angry just worried. I can arrange for myself Caelus or Stelle to pick you up and walk you to work if you need. If none of us are available we can ask Mr. Yang." Dan Heng answered coming closer to the other. He was observing any movements that might spark concern.
The shorter male shook his head. "I'm not in danger I promise. It's just I have been feeling as though someone is watching me lately. Plus I want to spend more time with you as I haven't seen you very much." He lied for the first half of his sentence. It felt like something was amiss but Dan Heng couldn't place a finger on it.
Dan Heng frowned hearing his response. "If you have that feeling why didn't you ask sooner? I am happy to walk you. After you get off come here someone should be home. Wait for me here and we'll talk with the rest of our friends if we can work something out until the feeling is gone alright?" He offered a reassuring look.
"I'm fine with waiting at the library until you get off. I have some exams to study for anyways." (Name) said. He was happy go be around the dark haired male. His presence soothed him for some reason. He loved being around the young biologist. He was glad they met. He gave a nod in agreement.
"I am happy to help. It's better safe than sorry in this kind of situation. If it's just a feeling it should subside soon. Let me get ready and I'll stay with you for the rest of the day. I don't have any classes today and wasn't planning on doing much." Dan Heng got a nod in response. He'd make sure nothing would happen to the other.
"Also if the feeling is truly nothing then that's ok as well. I'd rather you feel safe. I can also teach you some self defense just in case if you want." Dan Heng stated. The other quickly shook his head no. His face was slightly pink. "Though it wouldn't hurt to learn I don't think we need to go that far." (Name) said looking away.
The two walked to the library chatting a bit. There was periods of silence but it was very comfortable. The two walked together as if it's was natural for them to be by each other's side. It has always been this way since they became close. As they were walking Dan Heng sensed danger and pulled the shorter male closer to him.
He winced and gave a sharp breath. He grabbed the other with his injured arm. "Dan Heng?" The shorter male asked worried. He felt safe in the other's arms but that sharp breath worried him. "Don't worry about me." He said still holding the other close. He looked around trying to find the danger it was in the middle of the day so there wasn't many people around.
He got slapped on his injured arm. He took another sharp breath. "What are you so on guard about Dan Heng?" March asked while looking at him holding (Name). She quickly took a picture. "You both are together and didn't tell me? How rude!" She shouted. She watched the shorter male go super red. While her stoic roommate had a faint blush. He quickly let go of the other.
"You're misunderstanding March. I am just walking him to work. I felt something was off and then you appeared. Also delete that picture" Dan Heng said. He shook his head at March 7th. While (Name) looked concerned. "Did you injure your arm? I can look at it if you need." The shorter male quickly asked grabbing his hand which made his blush darker slightly. He couldn't let the other see his arm since the other may piece together his identity.
"Some of my books fell on me last night while I was organizing my shelves. Which bruised my arm a bit. I am fine. Again dont worry about me." He stated. There was the worry in the his friends' eyes. "It'll heal soon I'm ok I promise." He reiterated. He didn't need March seeing it too. He was still high alert and his senses were going crazy. He wanted to ensure his friends safety.
The shorter two started walking. They were barely in front of the taller male. March wrapped her arm around (Name)'s basically dragging him. Dan Heng followed and out of there corner of his eye he spotted long black hair disappearing into an nearby alleyway. He knew it belonged to as well. A frown appeared on his face.
He heard a creaking sound and reacted quickly by pulling his two friends back into his chest. "Hey what's the big idea!?" March yelled. She was about to go off more until a very old looking sign fell onto the ground. Had he not pulled them back it would've fell on the shorter two. March immediately looked at him wide eyed. "Do you have super powers or something?" She asked.
Dan Heng looked at the building. It was very old and looked abandoned which is probably why the sign fell. "I just have a good intuition. Are you both alright?" He asked letting go of them both. (Name) just looked at the crumbled sign in shock for a moment. "Dan Heng you're amazing for saving us. You're always so reliable!" He said turning to his dark haired friend. His eyes shining in awe.
Dan Heng looked away his face a bit pink. "Let's get you to work and talk about this later. I don't want you being late." He mumbled. March stared at the other. She started plotting in her mind since these two obviously liked each other. They were about to start walking again when a police car pulled over. "Are you three alright?" The cop asked getting out and coming over.
Dan Heng recognized that voice and sighed. "We are fine Jiang Yuan. Do you need a statement from us?" He asked glancing at the other. March looked between the two in surprise. She was shocked Dan Heng new this person at all. He was so anti social she thought he only knew those of their little friend group.
The white haired man shook his head no. "I saw everything that happened so no need as long as you're all fine." He stated with a relaxed smile. Dan Heng gave a quick nod ready to leave. "How do you know Dan Heng?" March asked before they were able to leave.
Jiang Yuan gave a small head tilt and another smile. "I was long time friends with his older brother. How have you been doing by the way? You ignore my messages so much that I worry." He said. Dan Heng sighed. "I'm fine and March before you ask I don't wish to talk about my brother. Now if you'll excuse us we'll be off." He said quickly. Which cause Jiang Yuan to frown a bit.
"I'll talk to you later Jiang Yuan." Dan Heng said as they started walking off towards the library. He should ask the other if there was anyone other than him and Yingxing that knew who Spider-Man was before him. That would help him when dealing with Blade and may lead to the stellaron hunters' fall.
They made it to the library without further delay. After the sign fell Dan Heng's sense stopped sending warning signals. When (Name) was safely in the library he dropped March off where she needed to go. She had tried pestering him to learn information about his brother until dropping it when he said nothing.
When he was alone he pulled his phone out and called Jiang Yuan. Who to his surprise answered immediately. "Dan Heng I didn't think you'd actually talk with me. This is a pleasant surprise. I had gotten off work not that long ago so I can chat for as long as you need." He said in his usual tone. Dan Heng just listened for a bit. "Could we meet up I have some questions involving your old group with Yinyue Jun?" He asked.
"Certainly. Where would you like to meet? I am free for the rest of the day. It sounds serious though. If I may be so bold to ask. Is everything ok?" He answered. "I am unsure at the moment. You know Himiko's coffee shop? Let's meet there." Was the response he got back.
Dan Heng felt himself grow anxious at this meeting. He wondered if he was actually going to get the answers to some of the questions that have been on his mind for awhile. He ordered himself a coffee and sat in the corner of the shop waiting for the other. He had started texting Caelus while waiting.
After 15 minutes Jiang Yuan showed up. He ordered a tea and then came over and sat across Dan Heng. "So what do you need to ask?" He said giving his full attention to the younger male.
Dan Heng sent a quick got to go message to Caelus before putting his phone away. "Did anyone know about my brother's side gig other than you and Yingxing?" He asked. His eyes watched golden ones look surprised. He must've caught the other off guard with his question.
"How did you find out about his side gig? As far as I was aware he kept it a secret from everyone but Yingxing and I." Jiang Yuan said. He placed his arms on the table and rested his face on his palm. He thought that Dan Heng had no clue who he was when they met for the first time. Much less Yingxing.
"I knew cause he messed up and came home bloody. Before his passing I got bit by a spider like him. As I'm sure you're aware from reports the hero is still active." Dan Heng said. Even though they plus Himiko were the only ones in the shop they were still in public. Which made Dan Heng keep things as vague as he could.
Jiang Yuan gave a nod and an understanding look. "Only Yingxing and I knew. Yingxing was the one who made all of his tools and I'd help him stay out of trouble with the law. Your brother didn't trust our other two friends with the information. Even I wasnt given all of the details. Yingxing was the one that every secret was entrusted to and the same goes for vice versa. Anything else you wish to know?" He explained.
He watched the younger male frown and go into a deep thought. Jiang Yuan grabbed his cup and took a sip waiting for the other to process the information. Dan Heng wondered if Jiang Yuan knew of Yingxing's where abouts. "Where is he now?" Dan Heng asked when the older male placed his cup down.
"He's presumably dead. With Yinyue Jun being his murder. Which is why our first meeting was less than Ideal. I had no clue he even had any living relatives after all." Jiang Yuan answered. Dan Heng's stoic expression changed to a perplexed one for a second. "What's the matter?"
"Did my older brother fight a bad guy with red eyes and long hair? He goes by the name Blade." Dan Heng asked. He was trying to make sense how Blade knew his brother's name while he was suited up. Jiang Yuan put a hand to his chin to think for a moment. "That description doesn't fit any of the villains he fought. Why do you ask?" The white haired male tilted his head again.
"I fought him last night and in the middle of battle he called out my brother's name. He laughed like a mad man while lunging at me with cracked sword. It looked as if it had been repaired with gold." Dan Heng explained. Jiang Yuan frowned.
"I wonder if my old friend is still alive. Which would make me more curious about what happened when your brother died. Yingxing had several conditions and was nearing his death bed when your brother started to fall from his title as a hero. Unfortunately I am unable to provide any more details as I dont know them." Jiang Yuan said. He noticed the younger male going back into a deep thought.
"Looks like it's time to permanently change my suit. If I encounter Blade again I'll try taking a picture for you to confirm or deny. I wish to right the wrongs caused by my brother if possible. Would you mind if I worked with you for a bit?" Dan Heng asked. Jiang Yuan agreed happily. He seemed fine with the idea of being relied on.
After the older male left. He spoke with Himiko about them working on a new suit design that fits him better with Welt. She seemed to agree eager to dress him up in different styles. He looked at the time and noticed it was close to his shift so he made his way back to the library. He quickly clocked in for work greeting his coworkers who just got off. He was working the front desk today.
When he arrived to the front desk he was an unhappy Stelle standing at the front desk with her friend Gepard from one of her classes. "Why didn't you tell anyone that you brought an injured super hero home last night? Then you chose not to tell any of us? I only found out because Gepard had seen you with Spider-Man in an alleyway while he was picking something up for his sister." They asked crossing their arms.
"Because you and the other over protective members of our group would scold me. He was injured and I couldn't just leave him to bleed out." (Name) said quietly looking away. "Of course we would." They said with a blank look. He was treating it like it wasn't a big deal.
"That's extremely dangerous (Name). Is that why you've been feeling like someone has been following you? If so you should've told me earlier. What if you became a target." Dan Heng stated as if he had no clue. (Name)'s eyes widened and Gepard had jumped being startled by the dark haired male. The shorter male looked down defeated he definitely didn't want Dan Heng knowing.
"I know but the hero had saved both March and Caelus before. He's not a bad person. Anyways what's done is done. Even if I could go back amd change it I wouldn't. Doesn't matter how angry you all are at me. I gotta clock off." (Name) said quickly getting up.
Stelle and Dan Heng exchanged looks. They gave a nod to the other. Gepard looked confused as if the two had a whole conversation without exchanging any words. "I'll leave it to you then. You better bring him home with you tonight so he's not at risk. Caelus will also be informed." They said turning to leave. They both knew he'd handle it. Seems he wasn't as careful as he thought to not be seen.
(Name) returned holding his head low. He refused to look at Dan Heng. "I don't wanna talk about it." He muttered pulling out one of his text books. He looked defeated. Dan Heng wouldn't admit it but he felt hurt when the other refused to look at him.
"I won't scold you anymore but please be more careful in the future. If Spider-Man puts you in danger I have no clue what I'd do if you got hurt. While it's great you helped him take better care of your own safety ok?" Dan Heng said with a sign. He started scanning books that were recently returned.
"I will thanks Dan Heng." (Name) muttered. Some of the taller male's words had made his heart stutter. It was going to be ok. "Hey Dan Heng would you mind spending the night? I'm honestly paranoid about being alone. Having you with me will put my mind at ease." Though his voice was quiet Dan Heng heard every word perfectly.
Dan Heng smiled thinking about how much he was trusted. He was entering things into the library's data base. "Only if you agree to stop avoiding looking at me." He answered. He glanced at the chair (Name) were sitting in to see his (eye color) eyes looking up at him. His face becoming red as they met the other's ocean blue colored eyes. "I promise I'll stop." He muttered going back to studying.
Dan Heng thought he was cute when he was all pouty like that. He was going to skip his vigilante duties for just one night. It wouldn't hurt anything right? He hoped but his moral obligation was guiltiling him from the inside. He would just go out while the other slept. Couldn't hurt right?
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mickey altieri x reader where she starts getting suspicious of him but ignores it cause heâs her boyfriend (and sheâs in denial) until one day she accidentally catches him still in costume without him knowing. Reader then starts avoiding him and is super upset and doesnât know what to do until one day he shows up and asks her why sheâs been avoiding him. She tells Mickey that she saw him in the Ghostface costume and knows that he is the killer and he tries to explain himself and tries to calm her down. Sheâs very upset about it and is scared that he might hurt her but he reassures her that he wonât. She loves him so she eventually decides to stay with him anyway and promises that she wonât leave him or tell anyone abt him being the killer⌠I hope this made sense lol I feel like I put a lot Iâm just in desperate need of mickey fics đ
Mickey Altieri x Reader: Please.
Warnings: swearing, manipulation (mickey manipulates the reader to stay by his side), lack of morals from reader's side, mentions of blood and murder.
Word count: 2160
Author's note: i'm living for these requests! with this little piece, i was able to answer two of them, that's why i added the other one. i love mickey, but i actually struggled with writing this one because my moral alarm was going off everytime i tried to think of a reason for reader to stay with mickey after finding out... that's why i went down the manipulation path! hope you like it, and remember, no matter how 'unoriginal' or 'boring' you think your reqs may be, i love getting them and will most probably write them <3
also in here mickey is a little dumb dumb because he goes into his dorm with the ghostface costume on, something that i don't think mickey would actually do... but anyways! no more spoilers :)
graphic by me! also, i'm leaving my mickey altieri playlist, if anyone wants to take a look at it, feel free!
comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad martin-meeks, mindy martin-meeks, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane
The pounding of your heart was the only thing you could feel as you shut your eyes close and try not to make a damn sound. You knew you hadnât been meant to witness what you had since the moment your mind had been able to connect the dots together, just some minutes ago, and now you were just trying not to discover yourself.
The sounds of someone moving around Mickeyâs room had woken you up from your heavy sleep, the coldness from your boyfriend not being by your side anymore easing you up to reality. You had barely opened your eyes, a quick flutter that registered the small lamp in Mickeyâs desk shedding its light in the figure next to it. Your heart had stopped at the sight of the figure who, even though had its back turned to you, you could recognize everywhere after last weekâs news.
Someone was on a murder spree on campus, dressed with the same costume the figure there was wearing, so it was natural for your first thought to be that you were the next victim. You even saw the knife in the figureâs hand, blade stained with blood that meant you werenât about to be the only dead of the night. But, before you could even think about moving to try and save your life, the figure had taken the ghostly mask off and you had recognized Mickey, your dear and loved and lovely boyfriend Mickey, in less than a second. That was when you had stopped breathing, your eyes closing as you tried to wash the sight of the bloody knife off your mind, and your heart trying to escape from your chest.
You waited in silence, trying to control the thoughts that raced through your mind, and not making a single move that could expose you to Mickey. Luckily enough, he got out of the room with a towel on his shoulder, to go and use the communitary shower, and that allowed you to breathe deep before trying to control the panic trying to take over your body.
Was Mickey really the killer? When you opened your eyes again, the costume was nowhere to be seen but it was not like you had the imagination to make that up. And if you were true to yourself, Mickey had been shady as fuck. Oh, God, were you really suspecting your own boyfriend of being a killer? The evidence had been right there, in front of your eyes â that wasnât suspecting anymore.
When some steps could be heard outside the door, you forced yourself to close your eyes, trying to focus on anything other than the sick feeling messing with your stomach. You kept yourself grounded, hidden between the pillow and the sheets, and your body stilled terribly when Micky got himself on bed, like nothing had happened. He smelled sweet, the scent of his shampoo surrounding you.
Quietly, you held your breath as his arms surrounded you, lovingly, and you waited for something â anything â to happen.
You waited for the whole night, but nothing other than Mickey swiftly falling asleep did.
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The days passed by, and your mind couldnât help but bring back the image of Mickey on the costume with the bloody knife whenever you were around him. And that was terrible, because you spent an incredible amount of time with Mickey, which quickly brought you to avoid him.
At first it was rather small and subtle â made up group projects, very real homework, studying. Then, the need to be on your own, which triggered his suspicions of something else going on. You were inevitably jumpy around him during those times you ran out of excuses, laughing less than usual and sometimes even zoning out on him. The thought of you losing your feelings for him was nearly driving him insane.
Mickey couldnât stop thinking about you during his film history course, and not in a good way. From college, his murder spree and now you acting up, he had received a ridiculous amount of stress â enough to make him space out in every single class of his. In the middle of the lesson he had already made up his mind about having to talk things out with you and figure out what he had said or done to upset you that much.
When the class ended he was the first one to get out, without even saying goodbye to Randy, and heading towards the classroom he knew youâd be in. You both had learned each otherâs schedules after spending so much time together, and that hour was perfect, since his class ended a little bit before yours and both were the last classes of the day.
Oblivious to his presence outside the classroom, you calmly gathered your things once the class came to an end, agreeing a date and hour with the partner you had been assigned to for your next project. Attending your classes and focusing on your schoolwork kept your mind off things â things being Mickey â but as soon as you crossed the classroom doors and saw him there, it all came back.
Mickey smiled at you, even if you didnât smile back, and walked towards you with that easy going manner of doing things he had. You waited for him with your fingers drumming against your side, which he caught on â werenât you happy to see him? Even if he had verbalized that question, he wouldnât have gotten an answer.
âHey.â
âI didnât know you were coming.â You said, forcing a smile that, surprisingly, hadnât felt so forced. Maybe you had been slipping lately, but your objective was not to be killed, and you didnât know how far he was planning on going. âI have to go to the library, do you want to hang afterâ?â
âI just wanna talk to you for a minute.â Mickey interrupted you, grabbing the hand you had use to lightly gesture around.
Your heart started pounding so loudly you were afraid he able to hear it. He wasn't, but you didnât notice his fingers pressing on the pulse point on your grip, checking that, indeed, you were pretty nervous. âIt canât wait?â
âItâll be just a min.â Mickey promised, insisting oh so charmingly. He squeezed your hand once. âPlease?â
How were you supposed to say no to him when he asked so nicely, with his head cocked and his eyes shining? You nodded softly and sighed under your breath, letting him take you wherever he wanted as you tried not to think too much about it.
He led you outside and to the side of the building, a not so hidden place that equally allowed you to be seen by the students walking through campus but not be heard unless you raised your voices. You found yourself terribly afraid of noticing all these things, but Mickey letting your hand go and placing himself across from you got your attention too fast.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â He finally asked, head cocked.
It took you a second to catch it. âWhat?â
âYou think I havenât noticed?â Mickey pursed his lips slightly, then shook his head. He truly looked worried. âYou canât avoid me forever.â
âIâm not avoidingââ
âOh, please.â Mickey waved his hand to make you stop, diminishing your ridiculous attempt to fool him. âDonât lie to me like that. Just⌠tell me what I did wrong so I can undo it andââ
You started shaking your head, nervous. âItâs notâ Itâs not like that.â
The look in Mickeyâs eyes was so helpless that you felt how your heart started to crumble. âPlease?â
You looked away from him, feeling the fast way your heart was pumping blood. If you had been seated, you would have started to bounce your leg up and down â Mickey couldnât be more confused at your nervous-wreck state.
âAre you the murderer?â You asked in a whisper, almost not daring to look up to see his reaction.
But his face didnât tell you anything. Mickey was completely emotionless as he stared back into your eyes, his brain processing very slowly those four words that had just left your mouth. How could you know? He was sure he had been really careful, trying not to let his mood after a kill or planning affect any scenario between you. Mickey knew you were smart, but how?
That was not the right direction to go, though, he realized as you waited for him to give you an answer. You had been acting all weird around him because of being scared of him, and that feeling didnât make him feel entirely good.Â
âListenâŚâ He started, coming a step closer to you, but you instantly backed away.
âDonât.â You hissed rather abruptly, still not believing he hadnât denied it completely and put an end to your delusion. You were right. âIf you get closer Iâll scream.â
âSweetheart!â Mickey exclaimed, surprised, his eyebrows shooting up as the pet name he reserved for your softest moments slipping past his lips in what was an improvised plan of manipulation. The seriousness in his voice and face was the only thing you could pay attention to, though. âI wouldnât hurt you. You know that, right?â
You hesitated and he almost hissed right then. Falling for you hadnât been on his plan, but now that same plan was being threatened just because you had found â and he couldnât have that happen. Mickey wouldnât kill you, no, but his partner easily could if you did something stupid, and he also did not want you to go to the police saying things about him and the murders. He needed to think of a solution, and fast.
âThen why would you hurt others?â You said hastily, then your head looking around you to really make sure no one was listening. âYouâve killed people, Mickey. I knew some of themââ
âYou have to trust me.â He interrupted you instantly. There was only one way out, as he saw it: manipulation. Mickey needed you by his side. His acting skills were enough for you to stop looking so nervous, watching closely how his eyes fell to the floor in fake defeat â but you didnât know he was acting. You didnât even know he was a star. âI canât tell you but you have to trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you.â
His hand reached out to grab yours, but you dodged it, rather defensive. âAnd why would I trust you?â
âBecause Iâm not a liar.â Mickey frowned slightly. If you didnât let him convince you of staying by his side, he would have to⌠The way he called out your name was rather heartbreaking, this time managing to catch your hand and pressing it against his chest. âPlease. I wouldnât hurt you, and you know that.â
He was making you doubt, he realized, as your eyes fell to your hand on his chest. Mickey seemed desperate from your eyes â begging you to stay. But it wasnât right⌠âIt just⌠this changes so many things.â
Mickey shook his head. âNo, it doesnât. I still love you, and I always will.â His promise sounded genuine, and it was. There was no denying that, Mickey truly loved you. If he didnât, you would already be another number on his back, after those little four words you said to him.Â
But there he was, playing tricks on your mind without you noticing. âIâd trade my life for yours.â
âMickeyâŚâ
âI wouldnât know what to do without you.â He insisted, more strongly now. His eyes continuously searched for yours, knowing you wouldnât be able to deny him if you were looking right into his eyes. âPlease, please, you have to trust me. Donât you love me anymore?â
The question shocked you, and if you had been in your right mind, you would have realized the length of the manipulation. But in that moment it only made you gasp, surprised that he would actually question it with such a real expression.Â
You were quick. âOf course I do!â
âThenâŚâ A sigh interrupted Mickey, who looked down, letting your hand go. He didnât need that much dramatism, but now that he had actually gotten used to the part, why stop? âPlease.â
There wasnât much thinking from your side. Mickey had asked you to please trust him, and that was what you were going to do. He had also promised not to hurt you, and you knew him too well â or so you thought. There needed to be more behind all this, and you had to be by his side.Â
âI trust you.â You muttered after some seconds, and he looked up instantly. A soft smile blossomed in his lips as you nodded. âI wonât tell, I promise.â
Mickey leaned closer to you, with the swiftest movement, a hand cupping your cheek. âI love you.â He whispered softly.
âI love you too.â You replied against his lips.
#mickey altieri#mickey altieri fic#mickey altieri fanfiction#mickey altieri x reader#timothy olyphant#scream#scream 2#scream franchise#ghostface#ghostface x reader#scream 1997#angsty#lu writes#my writing#writing#mickey altieri imagine#anon asks#manipulation at its best#PLEASE BESTIES ALWAYS REMEMBER NOT TO FALL UNDER MANIPULATION#if your boyfriend is a killer please get the hell away from him#im always worried for the scream fandom in case someone takes fiction too realistically#scream fandom#yall stay safe
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At some point I wrote a Last Unicorn Dream AU with Roman, but was never able to finish. I wanted to make the King who had trapped all the unicorns in the ocean into Sam, and the Red Bull is instead his Creeper form that he turns into.
Sam has trapped the unicorns into the paintings/murals, where they hide among the acrylic foliage and brush strokes of the canvases. He's assumed himself as their Warden, "guarding" their innocence from the dangers of man's mortal realm. His Creeper form is a huge dogcat creature that has Claws and Fangs, and is very dangerous. He assumes a human form most of the time though, and only has features that are vaguely familiar to the Creeper form if you're looking.
I wanted to have Dream, now transformed into a human, with his entourage, find the castle/prison, and stay there overnight claiming needing a safe haven. Sam is very taken with Dream, even if Dreams existence is clouded by a depressed air from not being able to be in his true form.
In the night, they sneak around and spot the unicorns trying to hide in the paintings, and go through a puzzle to find the original canvas that transports one from the real world to the paintings in the mural.
Sam discovers them, and demands they leave, trident in hand, but Dream runs through the canvas, and Sam rushes after him, revealing both their true forms when the mural magic portrays them as who they are in their hearts.
Sam doesn't want to fight Dream, but Dream very much wants to fight him, and is able to cow the puppycat into submitting. The unicorns see one of their own defeat their jailer, and surge out of the murals and paintings in droves, through the canvas and out into the rising dawn.
Sam looks very sad and pathetic and lays there, upset that the most wonderful things in the world are now Outside and Not Safe From The Evils. Dream has a meaningful conversation about how you cannot hide away the innocent, and some other stuff that's very metaphorical but I don't have it in me right now.
The point is: Unicorns are now back in the world. Everyone is free to go home, and Dream takes his found family to their forest.
However, Sam, now staying in his big cat form, is following gingerly at a distance.
SNF go "pspsps, Dream. That creature is following us."
Dream doesn't even look back as he walks. "I know."
"We're just going to let him follow us home????"
"Yep."
And it takes a few weeks of settling into their home, but Sam slowly shuffles closer and closer into their little circle of territory, until he is Very Carefully scooting into Dreams side, eyes darting up repeatedly to make sure Dream isn't going to turn and get mad at him. Dream pretends not to notice as Sam presses their flanks together, and only flips his tail to curl around Sam's leg when Sam begins to purr
Sam had been Very Bad you see, trapping all the unicorns in the world. But!!!! But Dream. Dream is nice. And also a unicorn. So maybe a Sam can repent for his sins by protecting Dream. And also cuddle him. Very sound Sam logic.
Dream is as amoral as the Unicorn from the movie and doesn't really care about that. He just sees Sad Lonely Immortal Cat Creature and thinks 'Mine Now.'
Also I don't have any feasible explanation for what Sam is and why he can turn into a Person. Maybe he was a lonely puppycat who used a magical crown to become human, but he never lost his immortality, and so he once had a small kingdom that is decrepit now, the king outliving his subjects
The unicorns are the only companions he could have, that would live as long as him. But now he has New Friends, and they're immortal! And he can be his true self without need of the magic crown.
.... also if you want to be horny about it puppycat Sam absolutely fucks his Unicorn. Does what he thinks is a proper courting, playfights and rolls around in the meadow with Dream, until his brain gets goofy-horny and he is allowed to mount Dream.
(Sam going insane about getting his treasure filthy, filling him up and knotting him so nothing escapes. Dream needs to be bred properly, pinned with claws and neck caught in his jaw (but gently ! Safely) so his prey can't escape.
He had to earn it first, of course. Dream is proud and beautiful as all unicorns are, and Sam must be Very Good to earn his attentions.
This is all in Sam's head for the most part. While Dream is very pleased and wanted to be courted because Being Valued and Respected Is Nice, he had already considered Sam to be his, will fuck him and sprawl on top of him and only feels truly satisfied when Sam is beside him. Sam will be very surprised when Dream one day turns Sam over to nuzzle his fur before fucking him silly.
Also I just have a cute imagery of Sam trying desperately not to rut like a silly boy before he even gets inside Dream. Sam is just so desperate. He ruts because he can't help it, whimpering. maybe a little frustrated with himself. whining and panting when he finally gets his cock inside Dream.
He just needs it so badly, and his treasure is making soft noises of pleasure beneath him. He wants to breed Dream full of cum!!! He was Dream to limp and whimper and for it to leak out of him!!! He wants to knot him so if it starts leaking out of Dream, Sam will know it's because he stuffed him full.
Sam feeling the cum leak, and Dream making a show of trying to drag himself out from under Sam because he can't take more, its too much, he can't take it
(Being inside Dream is Relief and Heavenly and Being Granted A Privilege, An Honor. He's Just A Little Puppycat You See, a puppy who needs his fill, and all the unicorns in the world couldn't draw him in like Dream did. Dream Was Special. Dream was obviously sent to save Sam.
Dream was meant to find Sam and Save Him Free Him Take Him Home. Dream was made to be with Sam. Dream was meant to be pure, except when he was meant to be dirtied by Sam's touch, Owned And Changed. And obviously Dream will soak in the river with Sam and will go back to being pure and beautiful. But Then Next Week Sam Will Have Him Again, and Sam now has finally managed to "trap" a unicorn for good. because Dream loves him. So really Sam was actually right to do this all along-
and now he gets cuddles and kisses and gets to have his cock in Dream and gets to Zoom in a forest instead of having to pretend to be human in a castle. Truly, life is good for a Sam)
#backposting#awesamwastaken#Last Unicorn AU#the horniness probably takes away from the whole character development thing for Sam#and honestly I know the me from back then had a whole slew of character development ideas that would make the whole cast feel grown#but this was from so long ago and I'm so easily fatigued that its better to just do what I can#rather than leave everything in stasis forever because it isn't 'how it should be'
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So I had this yandere Zamasu au for a while now.
Basically, Zamasu and black both got sealed in the same jar by the Mafuba wave, and centuries later little reader finds said jar and decides to keep and study it. Zamasu and Black get attached, and readerâs father begins to realize something was wrong with their kidâs new artifact. He tries to take it away, only to end up dead and his body possessed (and slowly warping to look like fused Zamasu).
O yea also reader gets baked muffins because I headcannon Zamasu to be a fan of baking/cooking!
(I got this idea from an eddsworld au from ObsessivelyLoved, just thought Iâd credit them as my inspiration)
TW: implied possession, readerâs father was a bit neglectful, readerâs oblivious, manipulation, reader accidentally messed up the jarâs seal
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The jar was gone.
You noticed it was missing the moment you woke up for the morning. Every day, you would keep the jar sat safe in your room to examine and study it when you could. It was an old relic, for sure, so you were excited to figure out what the jar was supposed to be used for in ancient times.
A few months had passed since you found it inside the basement. None in your family even knew there was one hidden under the floorboards, and your bloodline had been living in this house for centuries, ever since everything initially went to hell!
Your father was quite adamant of just leaving it covered up, but you were curious and explored while they were sleeping one night. Inside, there was nothing. Nothing but sand and worn down wallsâŚ
âŚAnd a single jar sitting in the center of the room.
Fearing your father discovering your disobedience to his order, you took the jar and fled before the sun rose. You ended up nicking the paper on the jar in your hurry, much to your displeasure, but you got over it after a while.
It was just a small nick, what harm could that cause?
Ever since then, you had spent your time studying the intricate relic. You wanted to know more about it. Why was it made? What purpose did it serve in the ancient times, before everything went to hell?
For months, you had pondered on the existence of this single jar, one of the last near-perfect conditioned remnants of the old world. Your father didnât like the jar all that much, and kept trying to take it away from you. It made you upset that he would try and take it away, so you would try and hide it in your room whenever he was nearby.
Now, though, it seemed as though he might have actually successfully taken it.
âDad?â You called out, climbing out of bed and onto the wooden floor. Your pajamas were still on, but you didnât want to change them just yet as it was quite chilly, so you just left your room with them on.
Upon opening the door, you instantly noticed a sweet smell emanating from the kitchen. A humming sound reached your ears, and you recognized the voice as your fatherâs. It confused you for a moment, as you knew your dad wasnât too fond of humming or singing out loud.
Your footsteps echoed throughout the house as you made your way to the kitchen. There, you saw your father taking something out of the oven. His silver eyes flickered over towards you, and a smile formed on his face.
âAh, good morning my child!â He exclaimed in an unusually cheerful voice, setting the tray of- are those muffins?- down on the counter. Something was very off.
âUh-⌠hi⌠dad?â
His smile still present, your father walked hastily up towards you. There was an unusual glint in his eyes, and were they always so silver-
âI just got done with a small batch of blueberry oat muffins. Would you like to try a couple?â
âI-â
He didnât bother to wait for a response before he ushered you into a chair. âSit down- I will get one out for you!â Now that he was closer, you could notice a few off things about him. His jawline looked wrong, and his hair wasnât as bright as it used to be.
But maybe Iâm just seeing things, you reasoned.
âI am quite glad we can hang out now- right now, I mean.â You eyed your father curiously as he spoke, an unease building in your mind. âYouâve been worrying yourself about such small and pointless things lately, so I thought I would treat you this morning.â
Small and pointless⌠what does dad even deem-
âOh!â Thatâs right, you remembered what you even came here for! This whole thing your dadâs pulling on you was messing with your head. âI was going to ask if you took my jar.â
And abruptly, your dad froze in place.
ââŚDad?â
His eyes were dazed, glossed over, almost. He stared at the wall, completely snapped out of reality. You couldâve sworn his irises flickered from silver to black as he remained unmoving-
âHow about we not worry about that silly thing right now?â Your father abruptly turned to face you directly, his smile tighter than it was before. âI can help you find it later, alright? Letâs just not think of it while weâre chatting!â
You paused, slightly taken aback by his sudden reaction to your question. âUh⌠sure.â Whatever just came over your dad scared you, and you didnât want that to happen again. So you decided to keep your mouth shut for now. It would probably be best to search for the jar when your dad wasnât watching, anyways.
âBrilliant!â He exclaimed, handing you one of the freshly baked muffins with a paper towel. It smelled really good! You couldnât recall the last time your dad ever even touched the stove, maybe he used to bake as a hobby?
âI didnât know you could bake!â You exclaimed as you eagerly devoured the delicious muffin. It was so much better than that store bought stuff he would buy offhandedly! Your dadâs black eyes shone with pride. Werenât they silver before-
âWhy thank you, my precious child!â He giggled, and you couldâve sworn his voice changed a little for a split second. But maybe you were just hearing things⌠yeah, itâs probably fine.
Maybe you were just surprised to be able to have some quality time with your dad for once! Heâs never really been one to make lots of time for you, so maybe he was trying to change now! Youâre sure it would all be okay! Though, you still need to find your jar soon.
Unbeknownst to you, the precious jar you once held dear was no more. Destroyed and buried under the garden outside it rested, an empty gravestone for the beings it once held captive, and a relic for the man who had his own body taken from him in and his very soul destroyed in the name of twisted love and care.
You smiled at who you thought was your father.
Zamasu and Black returned the favor.
I really don't even know how to react, so please be patient with me. I'm lacking emotion rn.
In any case, I want to interact a bit with u guys
#fanfic#gn reader#x reader#dbs one shot#dbs x reader#dbs zamasu#zamasu#zamasu x reader#yandere#yandere zamasu#goku black x reader#yandere goku black#goku black#black goku x reader#black goku
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