#oh that dream. no you all don't get the details it was very. Ahem. very sexual. anyways

[euclydya]

i had a dream about you, you, you

[suiana]

yandere! party baddie and yandere! stoner threeway relationship guys...

you're just a guy, literally just some guy. like yeah.

and you have two of the hottest people in the entire university pining after you, desperate for your attention. the guy who goes to all the parties and shakes his non-existent ass for everyone to see and the hot stoner who smokes on campus even after getting chased out by a dog. and yeah, you called it. they're best friends too.

you still don't know how it came to be like this but you decide to just ignore them because... why the hell not. you barely talk to them anyway and they just cling to you like you're a drug. you shouldn't give into what they want.

anyway, you decide to go to one of the parties hosted by mr party guy over here and holy shit when i tell you it just changed the trajectory of your life...

"baby you're here!"

"come smoke a blunt with me."

you were immediately dragged away from everyone else, made to sit far away from the main crowd as you get coddled by two... clearly not lucid people.

"hey, give them something to drink."

"why don't you do it? i'm smoking right now."

"erm... guys i don't want anything-"

yeah that didn't happen.

you ended up sharing a blunt with these two idiots over here, ignoring how the loud party man keeps yapping about how this was his dream blunt rotation and how you were so hot. you swear you could feel a headache coming up with how much he babbles into your ear.

at least his stoner bestie was quiet, right?

wrong, if anything he was worse. he was lighting a bong, getting all sorts of high as he leaves a hand on your body. this hand was very touchy too, might you add. gripping and groping your hip, massaging the flesh under his long and slender fingers...

you just wanted to let loose damnit! exams were exhausting and now you couldn't even party?! why the hell were you surrounded by these two people?!

"can you guys let me go?"

"hahahah! let go? why would we let you go? i mean, i don't want to share you with anyone. i mean.... this guy over here is fine but why would i let you dance with those losers there?"

"mn... filthy pests don't deserve you... yeah.. yeah...."

gyatt damn the stoner was completely BAKED. and this... this party loser is not helping at all.

"uh... i need to pee-"

"pee into my mouth please babe!"

"piss... piss? yeah? yeah."

you guys ended up cuddling on the couch getting high and making out because that's what they wanted and you ended up wanting it too because you were high and it sounded good.

oh and they also... kind of... ahem, announced that you belonged to them but it doesn't really matter, right?

it's just a small little detail that you definitely won't get mad at them for when you sober up later. surely! ahaha...

yeah you should've just stayed at home.

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Ahem-

Thoughts on the brothers going on up to F!MC's room (And actually knocking for once since Simeon is over and they don't wanna barge in no matter how much they don't like them being alone) only for F!MC to open the door 🦆-ing disselved. Hair messed up, lipstick smudged, shirt halfway unbuttoned and hanging off their shoulder, her face flushed as she holds onto the doorframe yet totally unfazed by her current appearance as she just casually responds with a 'What's up' like it's normal. (Which probably is-) While Simeon is just on her bed in the background, shirt gone, covered in lipstick and bite marks from his face down to his lower stomach, face flushed as he pants and whines about them leaving

(Oh and MC being like short BC we love short dominant women 😋😋)

- M.🪭🪷

As a short fiesty girl myself, I very much approve this idea. Also um power up and get ready to tell "STAY" cause can you imagine the instant riot this is about to cause?

Or it might be more of a lengthy passive-aggresive couple of days for Simeon if this is the Nightbringer universe we are talking about.

"What's up?" You say with unbelievable nonchalance. The brothers look at you with widened eyes - at your newly exposed skin and the obvious signs of intimacy with someone.

They feel a burning inside them. Whether it's jealousy or the animalistic desire to rebrand you with their marks instead.

And if that wasn't enough - they actually see Simeon. Lying down and panting, with his face flushed and eyes struggling to stay open from the sheer bliss of it all.

His fingers were grasping at the sheets around you. "MC..." His needy voice slipped out.

Fuck. MC did that?

Suddenly everyone wants to be Simeon. They stare at the nails on your hands, your lips look even prettier with the smudged lipstick, your teeth peeking through your smirk - they want to feel it all.

Lucifer tries his best to remain calm but his eye twitches frantically as he calls out to Simeon to "have a quick word with him". And his face gets redder as he sees the marks you've made on Simeon up close, and glares at you. It should be him you should have been doing this with.

Mammon and Levi get into a tug of war, both trying to get you to their rooms. In the end, they both end up taking off their shirts and kneeling in front of you, silently begging you to bite them senseless like you did with Simeon. They promise they'll be good boys, way better than Simeon.

Satan's eyes dart everywhere in keen observation - as if trying to recreate in his mind whatever transpired between you and the angel. So he can imagine how it would feel if it was him. He imagines you on top of him, smirking the same way as you are now.

Asmo on the other hand shamelessly asks Simeon for details. How hard do you bite, how soft do your lips feel, how your tongue feel on his skin, what you do with your hands, what you say during - he gets aroused just listening to it.

Beel stands there stunned, cheeks flushed as he has a vague idea of what might have happened. Belphie full on hides his scarlet face in his pillow and groans. They're both about to have some very questionable dreams tonight.

And Simeon? Well he can't stop coming back for more. Even though you both almost got caught, he appears the next night, shirt almost off and his pants unbuttoned. You need to finish what you started.

You smile as he coaxes you back to your bed and on top of his lap. You tut at his impatience - "The door. We didn't lock it."

"Leave it be, please I need you now, MC." He breathes against your lips. You kiss him silly, hearing him whimper through it. You grab his shoulders much to his delight.

"They might see us in the act this time." You warn him. He pulls you closer, burying his head against your chest.

"Let them, I want you too much to care." He lets himself fall, at your whim and mercy. You oblige him and revel in his almost musical moans.

[dream-meister-translations]

MOONLIT CONFESSIONS - PART 1

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MASTER : Stars...So many stars...

DEZHOU CHICKEN : Master, Master? If you are too weary, you should return early to rest.

MASTER : Oh, I'm so sorry! I nodded off again! What were you saying about the status report of the theft of Kongsang's ingredients?

DEZHOU CHICKEN : You seem to be rather sleepy all the time these days, have you been having nightmares?

MASTER : Not nightmares...If I think hard about it, they're pleasant dreams.

MASTER : Since receiving the curious rock my father sent, I often dream about myself drifting in a river of stars. I think I'm waiting for something...

DEZHOU CHICKEN : A rock that gives someone dreams? Hm, it doesn't look like your standard-issue calcium carbonate. Just to be safe, I'm going to have its chemical composition checked out.

FULI CHICKEN : hey, hey. Is this the time to be hung up on this?

??? : Waaah, the ears on my hat are about to be tugged off!

Black shadows dash into the restaurant sobbing. Their faces are streaked with lotus paste and date paste so much so that no one can tell who triumphed.

FULI CHICKEN : I've caught the Mastermind behind the burglary and here you are getting cozy! Look!

MASTER : Moon Cake!?

MOON CAKE : Wah, why are you hugging me!? Don't treat me like a kid!

MASTER : Why are you here in Kongsang? In previous years, you've always spent this part of the year making mooncakes in Guanghan Palace.

MOON CAKE : H-How did you know? But Guanghan Palace... I can't go back to Guanghan Palace anymore.

MOON CAKE : It's been enveloped by a huge bunch of storm clouds and no one can get in from the outside. I heard Kongsang has shortcuts to every realm so...

MOON CAKE : I thought I couldn't take advantage of you guys. So I made you mooncakes for a few thousand people as a token of my appreciation...

FULI CHICKEN : What? You stole ingredients from Kongsang to make those mooncakes, what kind of token is that supposed to be! Besides, we haven't even agreed to let you borrow the Universal Formation!

MASTER : Come now, let's calm down~ According to reports, we've only lost 3% of ingredients. The other ingredients were all brought here by Moon Cake. If we get into the details, Kongsang's making a killing off this.

MASTER : We shouldn't make life difficult for an able young man like himself! I think it'll be best for me to take him home personally.

DEZHOU CHICKEN : Master...? You still have 5,731 reports on Kongsang to read through. Butler Guo...Seems very concerned about this.

MASTER : Ahem, ahem, ahem! I'm not doing this to go out and play, but to render aid to my neighbors and friends while investigating the anomaly at Guanghan Palace!

MASTER : Besides...

I look down at the rock in my hand, the faint golden gleam spreads down the veins in it. In the place near the river of stars, perhaps I'll find the answer to my dreams.

[iturastwordblog-youdidntseethis]

Sequal to my last fanfic, after XD left and abandoned Itura in a field... (before the events of the nuke)

George was lying in a dark oak forest with his casual attire on. Mushroom hat, red fluffy cape, and glasses. It was a very nice day. The grass was soft, and a warm ray of sunshine streamed through a hole in the trees.

He let out a long, relaxed sigh. After everything... Dream breaking out of prison.. he needed a day to himself. Just a relaxation day, just for him to wind down. George lay down on the grass. He just wanted sleep. Closing his eyes, he basked in the warm light of the sun just barely peaking out from the leaves.

The light faded so suddenly, George opened his eyes. A green winged entity had defended from the sky. The inside of their cloak like a starry night sky. The God landed and sat next to George, despite him being very confused. It had been quite a long time since XD had visited.

DreamXD sat cross-legged to George's left, their head tilted down at the ground. Their white wings folded softly and neatly against their green velvet cloak.

The two sat there in pure silence, neither of them wanted to be the one to start conversation.

George, however, had a racing mind. Do I ask what Their doing here? They don't just show up for no reason. Doesn't seem to be in a Lee mood. Looks more upset with them slouching like that.

"Ahem, uh, what... brings you here?" George says, bringing up conversation. He shifts nervously with his arms to his sides. XD let's out a sigh that sounds very guilty and sad.

Without looking at George, he says, "I think I made a mistake with someone."

"Oh." George says, sitting up. They're here for alive. "Well, who is it?"

"You wouldn't know her." XD says.

"Her?" George asks, getting curious. There were very few women in the SMP, so George wasn't surprised if he didn't know anyone else. "What's her name? And what did you do to her?"

DreamXD sits up with better posture. Their wings lay across the grass now. "Her name is Itura." They say. Then, a long pause before they speak up again. "And I think I hurt her."

"How did you hurt her?" George asks, pushing his glasses up his nose before looking at XD. Did he harm her?

XD let's out a long sigh. George can see XD's shoulders raise and slouch through their cloak. "She considered me a friend and I... told her that gods don't have friends." They explained. "Then I just... left her in a field."

George felt bad for both of them. Itura, even though he hadn't heard of her, probably didn't deserve that. And DreamXD started to look like he regretted everything, and for good reason.

"Well, doesn't she have other friends?" George asks, picking a rose from the ground and starting to pull the petals off. Looking up at XD, George could tell XD froze. Oh, that hit a nerve.

"She..." XD hesitated for a very long time. They inhaled, and looked up at they sky. "...Doesn't have any other friends." They said. "She's so isolated, she doesn't know that anybody else exists. She doesn't know about the SMP."

George started to connect all the pieces now. An isolated girl with no idea other people existed and saw a God as her only friend, only to get stabbed with a harsh lie.

"I started to realize that what I said must've really, really hurt her." XD admits, pressing the palm of their hand and pulling the grass up. "Now I'm scared to go back to her, and even if I do, I don't even know what to say."

"Well..." George starts, finishing off the rose and picking the petals in his hands. "...Do you see her as a friend or not?"

George looked up at XD. Even without any facial expressions, George could tell they were deep in thought.

XD finally speaks after a solid minute. "Well, yes, I do but..."

"But?"

"But I don't spend time with her. I just save her from dying."

George let's out a low hum. "Have you ever thought that maybe you save her because you care about her safety?"

"I... Now that you point that out, I think so." DreamXD says. They grow a brown mushroom from the ground and pick it, inspecting every detail of the plant. "But what should I tell her she's not alone in this world?"

"I think you should." George answers. "Maybe then, she'll make more friends. I think she deserves to know there's other people that would be very welcoming toward her."

XD nods, but they still look nervous. "Is there anything else you need to talk about?"

"Yeah." XD says, finally facing George and handing him the mushroom. George willingly takes it carefully in his hands and puts it in his inventory. "How do I say sorry to her? She'll probably be mad or- or she'll become distant. I'll lose her as a friend..."

"Well, you can't blame her for being a bit upset at you." George points out, waving a hand in the air and shrugging. "You literally told her you didn't want to be friends." DreamXD sighs again before letting out a nervous chuckle that quickly died down.

George continues. "What I think you should do is tell her that you're sorry and that you really do want to be friends." George picks up a rose petal and rubs the color off between his fingers. "Then you should tell her about the other people that exist. Maybe she'll want to come and meet some, right?"

XD sits up, regaining their posture. Their wings folded back against their back once again. "Yes, ok, that- that sounds good." They stood up, standing on their point-ended legs and opening their wings. "It's been a week since then. I think I should check up on Itura now. Probably overworking herself in a cave again."

"Overworking?" George questions, looking up at the tall god.

"Yeah, she's a very hard worker. Never gives herself any breaks or sleep." XD explains, looking down at George with their expressionless face.

George smiles. "Maybe you should give her a break day. Take her somewhere she enjoys and rebuild that friendship."

XD nods, letting out a hum. "That's.. actually not a bad idea." They admit, sounding more positive by their tone. "Thank you, George. I'll take your advice."

"Glad we could talk." George says, holding his hand out for a handshake. XD willingly placed one of their lower set of hands into his and grasped them, shaking George's hand. They let go, and so suddenly, XD teleports with a pop, leaving the mushroom brunette back in the afternoon sun. George was still tired, however, laying back down and closing his eyes, finally getting his rest.

[starrierknight]

I dread the day I forget to click the little "Ask anonymously" box. If that ever happens then please don't answer the ask I wanna be an anonymous little Star- Ahem. Anyway.

The art I meant is uhhh. Guys. I dunno I just like art of guys they look so good. And the reason I checked out your blog was actually the synesthesia thing! I remember years ago I was low-key obsessed with it for a while after reading a book that mentioned it (I can tell you about some related stuff from back then if you want those rambles? It's nothing too interesting but y'know)

Also since you add like. The perfect amount of line breaks I wouldn't mind any lectures or tangents or rambles y'know? Line yes give me a lecture about human experiments. I am interested. I could get invested. I wouldn't mind at all as long as you don't. Keep telling me about things that interest you so I can listen to an online stranger going by Reece, like how I am an online stranger going by Star, and you listen to me- what was I saying again?

Anyway uhh if you wanna hear more about that stuff I mentioned (or really anything I mention) let me know, especially since I'm finally at my pc now so I can type way faster and better

...Also I just reread your likes and uh. Bunnies, huh? Go on? (I love bunnies so stupidly much sagbkvhjab please show me some favorites if you can I will beg if you want--)

Okay byeee

- Star 💫

ofc ofc dw!!! I will simply pretend I do not see it. I'm not here to expose my darling anons :3

art of guys??? 😭😭 LMAO sick well. well well well. I will try to rb more art, I've been off my game abt rbing it recently. I should fix that smh.... gotta support the artists on here

oh really??? that's so cool!! I can't believe my silly little ask game encouraged you to say hi. I'm pretty grateful for it actually lololol. and wow. you read a book on it??? can you tell me about it, if you're up for it? I'd love to learn more (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

HAHAHAHA LMAO GOOD TO KNOW GOOD TO KNOW!!! teehee, very pleased that I've lured you in w my synesthesia and my line breaks. I consider this an epic win 😎 and I will totally be rambling (with ample line breaks ofc!) for you, my Star!!!! I love it so much, I could yipyap for days abt my silly little interests LMAO

and damnnnn look at you go! speed race typing, I see you!!!!!! mwah. your dedication to the cause is impressive and endearing.

OFLKGLSJDJF BUNNIES!!!! OMG OKAY SO SO SO THEY'VE BEEN MY FAV ANIMAL SINCE I WAS A TODDLER!!!!!!

they mean so much to me yk??? like yk how some ppl have animals they feel drawn/connected to??? that's me with bunnies. always have done.

fun fact! once when I was about 4 I was chatting to one of my mother's friends about bunnies and I described my dream bunny in so much detail and how I'd look after it that she thought I actually had it as a pet 😭🩷

I also have some Miffy stuff!!! I love Miffy so much, she's so cute. I have a couple of jellycat bunny plushies as well as a HUGE white rabbit plush on my bed. so comfy and squishy kfldlskfkfd

I also wanna get a little Peter Rabbit tattooed on my ankle one day!!! I really do love them. all bunnies are good bunnies, but I have such a soft spot for long haired bunnies and for lop eared ones :(

[winter-weepingwillow]

So maybe Kaeya replicates what he sees/learns???

I know I promised myself that I would keep my own theories hidden until the very end, but I really, really need to get at least this off my chest (since it will be a very long journey before the end of the game anyway): aside from the HUGE lore about Kaeya Alberich (concerning Nibelungenslied, Dainsleif, the sword, humanity, the Abyss and the power from beyond; the pawn from Khaenri'ah; the seemingly fake Vision – case AND orb–; Albedo, Klee, Rhinedottir/Gold, the Unknown God, and so on), I've seen very few people talk about Kaeya's abilities, voicelines and/or constellations. Or maybe I'm just a big dummy and I'm making castles in the air.

Anyway.

First off, MiHoyo isn't the tipe to forget or neglect or leave aside details, as we have several proofs in murals concerning different ancient languages and myths, two different languages and alphabets plus the hilichurian, the tiniest little specs about characters, environment, artifacts, even bosses, books, creatures and drops. Or Vision cases, for all we care (wink wonk), so it comes out as quite strange that Kaeya's second constellation, "Never-Ending performance" bears the same name as one of the OSTs in Childe's boss fight.

This doesn't quite add up and I actually don't have a real explication, aside from the speculation that both Childe and Kaeya are somehow connected to the Abyss. Or maybe they met before and/or already know each other.

Next up are the (in)famous English lines: "Dodge this" and "Freeze" during his Elemental Skill: this is a more popular opinion. We heard those lines already when we fight against the Treasure Hoarders.

This theory is a bit more straightforward as it is canon that Kaeya studies and observes them in secret, trying to conduct an investigation. So, he often comes in contact with them and maybe received their influence in language.

Oh and let's not forget about the line of the Cryogunner Legionnaire: "Don't get frostbite", the same one as Kaeya's burst...

Lastly for this rambling moment, we have the comparison between Kaeya's combact style and Bennett's: Kaeya moves similarly to Bennett in the first four hits and then he TELEPORTS [much like Rosaria's E (!!! Replicating that too?). Or maybe this mysterious "power from beyond" used in the Abyss].

Maybe this one is a bit of a stretch because perhaps Kaeya trained Bennett so I could be gloriously wrong.

I found this source on Reddit in which Kaeya is analysed under other aspects, for example that he might have grown in a twisted environment, his presence in the manga, his character, his connection to Khaenri'ah and not only that, but I'll let you read it.

Trust me, it's worth it and it explains really well a part of one of my own theories too.

So following this speculation and analysis, it is possible that, as we know well by now, Kaeya has connections all throughout Teyvat (hmm I wonder how? coff coff ley lines maybe coff coff) so it's very likely that he's been trying to adapt to his new life by mimicking (ahem) other's behaviour, way of living, etc.

Maybe to adapt, or maybe to feel more... human.

Oh and one more thing (but that's just partly related to the replicating-thing): his passive, Glacial Heart, had a different name before version 1.2... Heart of the Abyss. Yes, it is real. No, I am not kidding.

This, together with some of the loading screen's descriptions, falls all too well with the theory I just presented. One of them says: "Driven on by the Abyss, they covet the lives of those who live on the surface, and dream of overturning the rule of the gods".

Additionally, there are lots and lots of bits and pieces that I personally find a little too convenient (too many references to the ice and/or the cryo element while other characters simply don't have that often; his base attack name; his outfit and other voicelines, etc.), but I'll stop here: this was meant to be me blabbing and speculating about too many doubles.

As for the rest, I think I'll keep my own promise to myself (at least for now ;P)

That's it, it's over (until I bottle all up all over again and eventually explode once more) I swear. Sorry for the rambling :')

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 38

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Fluff and snowball fights. Forgiveness is a path and everyone's making their happy way down it. Friendly Steve slander. Hulk interaction!

"So, what now?" I asked, eyes still closed, not resisting the desire to remain under the covers, nested snugly into Stephen's side. On his other side, Tony snored away, sprawled like a starfish in what looked to be the first decent shut-eye he got in months. I could smell the coffee and omelettes from Tony's kitchen and the soft jazz music playing where Bruce was taking care of the breakfast.

It was an unambiguous decision to take it easy after the last battle. Bucky and Natasha had been ironing out the details from the interrogation after Stephen had un-possessed Cabre, Wanda and Loki were itching to get a minute with the mercenary on their own and Veddie, as I started calling my uncle and his symbiote after experiencing the incredibly immersive symbiosis with Venom, hovered nearby in case Cabre would make a good snack.

"What do you want to do?" Stephen's morning voice was, ahem, an experience. He put Corpse Husband to shame and I knew that it wasn't only me who got hot and bothered by it but Tony as well...

Speaking of Tony, I still had no idea where we stood. My engineer had been less than happy about my actions and I thought I blew it. He wasn't as warm and playful, and while I kept telling myself that it was just the exhaustion from weeks of stress and worry, I knew better.

"I don't know. I didn't think this far," I admitted, damn well knowing what I wanted. I wanted things to be like they were - clear, honest, easy. My mother's voice rang out clearly again. I was being childish. Of course I was.

"I'm sure Tony will have my head for this, but seeing as there's no stopping you, I'm sure Natasha and Barnes will be happy to train you," Stephen sighed, his breath warm in my hair.

I blanched, stiffening in his arms, confused. "Where did that come from?" My eyes finally opened to stare at his sleepy face.

His eyebrows rose. "You don't want to..?"

"Be a hero, like you? No," I shook my head, then snorted. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you I don't want to go to college just yet, maybe take a gap year. In fact, I want to avoid actual in-person classes as much as humanely possible. And I still don't have a clue what major exactly I want to pursue." I was being honest, prepared to be judged. In-between my three men, there were at least ten PhDs whilst I was only nearly done with the first step of my education.

"So what, it was a one-time deal? Let an alien parasite take over your body for a coupla' hours and then continue with your life?" Tony's scratchy voice startled me; apparently, he'd been awake and actively eavesdropping.

I wasn't prepared for this conversation, but then again, I'd never be. Might as well rip the bandaid off. "I'm not that flavour of stupid," I immediately retorted, heart beginning to pick up speed. My mouth was gonna get me in trouble. "I am not delusional, I know things aren't and won't be the same. I did what I did because there was no other option, I'm not sorry and I will do it again if the need arises. It's not what you want to hear but it's the truth." I paused, well aware that my speech was becoming quicker, I was well on my way to nervous rambling. "I'm not hero material, I won't go on a death march for a rando," Justifying my actions? No. I stopped myself again. "I am sorry for lying. I am sorry for hiding things. But I am not sorry for putting my own ass out there so we can get some fucking peace." I finally settled, fisting my pajama top under the blanket in an attempt to release some of the tension.

Twin sighs erupted from my men, as if their bodies synchronized in response to my stubborn nature. Stephen's hold tightened on me as Tony rolled over, sleepy eyes blinking from the space opposite of me on Stephen's chest. Tony's hand reached for my face, stroking the side of it wordlessly - he wasn't the most vocal about his feelings but his eyes said it all. Tony was sad, hurt, a little bit angry but mostly he was relieved. It was the way he moved - nearly no traces of the tension that had gathered on his face in the previous weeks.

"Natasha should still train you, some basic hand to hand and weapons training, in case someone has it out for any of us. SHIELD's security has holes, you're basically one of us now. Everyone and their mother saw Clint hauling you to the quinjet," Tony finally grumbled, admitting his defeat. Everyone knew that if it had been up to him, I wouldn't leave the tower without an armed escort at all times. Thankfully, Bruce was there to screw on Tony's bolts right each time he wanted to go overboard. They thought I wouldn't notice, but I did.

Stephen's free hand landed in Tony's hair, the sorcerer effectively calmed both of us down with his gentle, unobtrusive support. He was far more empathetic than he liked to show. "That seems like a smart idea," He rumbled as my eyes began to drift shut once again.

With each steady breath, my heartbeat slowed and the feelings of guilt and dread began to dissipate. Tony might not had forgiven me yet but I was on my way to inner peace once more. I remembered feeling exactly the same way before our relationship, when every time I took a step inside Tony's lab, I tensed inwardly, shielded my feelings from his eyes, too focused on the outcome I thought would be absolutely disastrous. I had always thought he'd laugh at me, and yet... Laying on Steph's chest, inches away from Tony, my past panic seemed ridiculous.

"What's so funny?" Stephen asked, amused.

I didn't even notice the snort that managed to escape me. "Nothing," I answered immediately, feeling my face heat up. Oh my Loki, what kind of an idiot I had been...

"Sure," Tony's finger poked my cheek without preamble. "Staging a world domination plan, aren't we?" He snarked, much more like his usual self.

"I was just remembering when I was so terrified you'd find out I have a crush on you and you'd laugh at me," I mumbled, willing to placate Tony to avoid any more unnecessary lies and deceit.

Tony, did, in fact, laugh at my confession, but so did Stephen and I am pretty sure I heard Bruce snort from the direction of the archway leading into the spacious bedroom. The bed dipped as the scientist sat down, running a palm over my leg.

"I was pretty sure you would laugh at me," He admitted just as quietly and bashfully. Stephen and Tony only laughed harder. I heard the sound of a pillow hitting Steph in the face. "Let's go, Princess, let's leave the mean geezers alone. I made breakfast."

I could practically hear the pout in Bruce's voice and couldn't resist to comply, leaving a grumbling Tony to stretch and roll out of bed like a disgruntled cat.

"You're older than me, Bruce," Stephen rolled his eyes, I could feel his stare linger on my exposed thighs before Bruce picked me up. My sorcerer boyfriend switched to staring at Tony's bare back, which was an action I wholeheartedly supported.

"Cocky bastards," I stuck out my tongue a moment before we turned the corner and then all I could focus on was the feast of gods Bruce had made for us. The man was really too sweet and too kind, he never ceased to make me mushy and stuff. I stole a kiss, and then another one, and another one, until Tony's whining about the toast burning interrupted our moment.

The bread was fine. Tony was just being himself.

Our phones beeped at the same time - mine being already in my hand, as all normal young people did in the mornings - I looked at the message expecting another assemble and feeling my eyebrows crawl up at Steve's suggestion we all get some fresh air that day.

It had snowed. The whole city was covered in white, crisp snow, and Bucky has been liking nothing but other people's snowman pictures for several days. I suspected the brunette had convinced his boyfriend to take him out to build one or something, but as Steve was known to be exceptionally dense at times, Cap'n Jolly had unanimously decided it was a team bonding-slash-relaxing opportunity.

I relayed my thoughts to my own boyfriends, all of us giggling at Steve's eagerness to cater to his boyfriend and his cluelessness when it came to all things romantic. I was tempted to shoot Steve a text explaining his epic gamer moment but before I could even open the app, Bruce's eyes turned green briefly as he had a very obvious internal conversation with Hulk.

"Is that offer to spend time with Hulk still up?" The scientist asked timidly.

I had a lightbulb moment. "Absolutely!" I replied, watching my other two boyfriends. They didn't even bat an eye, evidently at peace with the green situation. "As long as the snowball fight is had with Thor, Steve or other enhanced individuals." Personally, I had no desire to be flipped over by a snowball the size of a watermelon. Or get any of the pretty but cold stuff under my clothes.

Bruce's responding grin was mostly Hulk.

It was a couple of days before Christmas. I was never one much for the holiday season, but something magical had seeped into me - it wasn't the shiny lights throughout the tower, it wasn't Clint's ugly Christmas sweater and the smell of gingerbread cookies and cinnamon that came from Wanda's apartment. I had no clue what it was, but it seemed to be tied to my boyfriends and Loki and many others who lived in the tower.

Bruce was all but wiggling during the car ride to the park - rationally, I knew it was the Hulk being excited but I still couldn't take my eyes off the usually reserved man. Bruce was happy. It made me smile and hold his hand like we were middle-schoolers in love. The rest of the team pretended to not notice it, or maybe they didn't care, or maybe they had already gotten used to my unconventional relationship.

Either way, Bucky had whisked Steve away almost immediately and I did what every kid ever had dreamed of. As Bruce went to a more secluded space to transform into the Hulk and Tony went to retrieve his thermos of coffee, I ushered Sam over to Steve's car and unlocked it, retrieving his shield from the trunk. It was heavier than it looked but did it stop me and Sam from running up the nearest hill and fighting over who gets to go first?

No, it did not. In mere moments, my ass was being frozen to the metal despite my snowsuit as I parked it inside the shield , holding onto the straps as Sam pushed on my back, hollering "Yeet!" at the top of his lungs, sending me in a steep slide towards where Thor was enthusiastically explaining something to the rest of the team.

"Oh shiiiiit!" I screamed, unprepared for the sudden increase in speed and the surprisingly good gliding abilities Captain America's shield possessed. "Watch o-o-out!" I yelled as the group scattered at the last moment. I heard some strong Russian words coming from Natasha, paired with snorts of badly concealed laughter.

The tree line grew closer by the second but the shield had no plans of stopping any time soon. Whoda thunk that things made of vibranium had all the characteristics to be the perfect sled? Something green entered my field of vision, stopping my crazy train with a grunt.

I answered with an oof of my own. One green palm was securely wrapped around me and the other held Steve's shield. "Hello," Hulk snorted, lifting me up like I was but a feather and setting me on his shoulder. "Puny Princess, don't hurt yourself," He stated firmly as I looked down at him, intrigued by the sudden change in his speech patterns. He sounded almost human.

"Hey, Big Guy," I ruffled his hair. "Aren't you cold?"

"No," He replied, setting me onto his shoulder. Hulk appeared to be completely unaffected by the December cold in his purple shorts. I felt my rear end begin to thaw, such was the heat that he emanated from his body. Meanwhile, Hulk caught Steve's eye, preparing to hurl the shield back to the frowning Captain.

Steve caught it effortlessly while Bucky ignored the interaction whatsoever, caught up in rolling an obscenely large ball of snow a ways from the group, tongue all but hanging out in concentration. I caught myself thinking he was gonna build a snow dick instead of a man and it made me feel...

"Wanna build a snowman?" I asked my green companion, rubbing my mittens in excitement.

The Hulk pondered for a brief moment, adopting that mischievous gleem, eyes shooting to Tony and Stephen who stood regally on the side of the clearing, sipping their hot beverages like the adult men that they were supposed to be. I snorted and Hulk echoed the sound, taking quick strides to a patch of land opposite Bucky. "No," Hulk shook his head. "We build a fort. Then smash," The green bean was all but vibrating in excitement.

Realistically, I knew I was gonna get snow stuck in uncomfortable places and might even get knocked over by an overeager person with super strength. But was I gonna pass up an opportunity to show off my superior construction skills? Hell naw.

It wasn't long before Stephen and Tony wandered off to us and began to pile up snow with a resigned huff, unsuccessful in their attempts to rebuff me ordering them around. In the end, we split in three teams, snow flew everywhere and by the time the battle was in peak heat, all of us were cold, wet and red-faced.

"To the death! BLOOD AND VINEGAR!!!" I screeched, hopping up and down after a series of small rapid snowballs I threw hit their target - Steve had a face full of snow and Bucky wasn't faring much better next to him, having had let a few of them hit him in the chest because he was distracted, doubling over in laughter at Steve's indignant, red face.

"You're bloodthirsty," Tony smirked from my side, dumping a fresh batch of ammo between me and Stephen. "It's hot."

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[bbyeeti]

thanks so much for sharing!! 8 hours to edit ch 9 wow

i love your plotting doc so much bcos it's so well-structured and it never occurred to me to use a coloured background. i almost didn't recognise it was google docs at first? ugh its even more organised than the notes i take during lectures

also the fact that you put those funny little questions to yourself and that's so useful cos it really helps you find the plotholes and stuff if they do occur. plus that encyclopedia section thingy at the front to establish world-building is cool! also i literally just started writing using comics sans a week ago just to troll myself?? and HAHA it really works when proofreading 😁

also how long did it take you to do up the plan bcos it looks super detailed e.g. the dates and timeline did you write the whole plan at one go (i.e. no writing at all for a period of time, just plotting) or do you sort of plot the chapter maybe a few days or weeks before you start the writing and how do you resolve structural plotholes when they appear do you write around them by adding new ideas to accommodate it or do you go back and change the story

sry i have so many qns lol

and yes i wrote a thing for enhypen & am working on another thing (hellu it's me ao3 user tenet ⊙‿⊙)

WOOOOOOOW HI BRO GOOD TO KNOW IT'S YOU :D

ummm is this, ahem, being 'more organised than the notes you take during lectures' an achievement bc honestly the notes students take are sometimes very—

OKAY BUT HONESTLY using comics sans feels like a fever dream T^T I'll be praying for you on this journey

I mean ✨the action✨ of writing the plan of a chapter doesn't take lots of time but figuring out what the heck you should do?? ಥ‿ಥ lots of lots of. Not sure which one you were asking about? But yeah, I didn't write the whole plan of the fic beforehand, I just started with the chapter 1 (I'm a simple girl and I like gays ok) posted it and then I sat like

and yeah, I eventually came up with a plot (more or less) and found a few things which I know I have to put here and theeeere. And, in general, I don't usually know how to put these ideas until the last minute. because my small brain just XDD it just can't. so yeah, I'm writing the plan bit by bit

if I have plotholes I ignore them, I don't go back to fill them or correct them, mostly because it's an ongoing thing, some people download the pdf of that sh t so I don't want to confuse anyone!! BUT if I was more incognito I would edit the shit out of it, not gonna lie

sorry I'm a master of rambling :))

OH GREAT SO I've just started reading your fic so when you get a kudoso but not a comentoso don't worry!! bc you shall expect my comment at the end

WHAT YOU'RE WRITING THERE IN SECRET SPILL THE TEA or bitch the pot even though I know it didn't mean spill the t—

wow I should stalk the commenting people

[helloneighborfan]

Chapter 4: "The Investigation Begins"

"... ..." You start to hear crickets, the wind blowing slightly like several leaves flying around and there she is, waiting for her sitting on that wooden bench putting her hand on the bench to finally be able to give her a hug and say sorry . She finally sits down and they give each other a warm hug that lasts longer than expected. She for a moment she closes her eyes and now she is in an empty place.

"How cold it is here" I say blowing my hands to warm myself, I walk around me and as I walk I see an extremely familiar figure but then the figure is distorted. That aura that I previously believed to be real is now just a whisper in my mind; the sky is wrapped in an extremely clear lilac and with an extremely beautiful dark purple the "sky" of the place while now I am in a dark house

"Who are you? I wait for an answer from the supposed figure but I don't receive any answer." I'm your subconscious "Says the hoarse voice." Look, I know it's not easy to explain but here in dreams everything you think about in the day will be transported at night; anyway you have never had these encounters on a daily basis, my girl, you have always longed to dream of being someone in this life, haven't you? In fact we have all had that thought. "Sweet dreams" At that moment my vision begins to turn black and a whip is heard.

Gah! I look around to make sure everything is in order, I see Roger as always there by my side and I am relieved with that. I grab a pillow and put it in a position between my legs to be more comfortable.

The next day I get up and see the window so that it is okay but everything indicates that today there will be a lot of cloud, which indicates that today it will be very cloudy. I go straight to the bathroom to get ready, take a shower as well as call the one with the furniture. Before she calls I see Adelle there in a deep sleep and lying on her side, she surely couldn't sleep well so she let her sleep and I go straight to the table to call the one with the furniture

"Good morning, ahem who do I like?" Ah, her voice seems like those bank managers it can't be and I don't want to fight with the server. "Good morning, miss, I am Roger Peterson who came 2 days ago to see about the furniture" Well it seems that they are already on their way, sir, the truck will arrive at 12:30 in the afternoon if you like. Perfect. I hang up the call and I already feel a little relieved that they are already on their way.

"Good morning" Someone says and I turn to look and it is her, it seems that she has already recovered the energy necessary to be able to go to work. We have breakfast and get ready to go and let the truckers know that they can accommodate the furniture there and it seems that they accepted that it is the good thing. We got in the car and headed there, I am very excited to know what will happen, I say this is something very serious besides that we should not risk our lives, they know why they would hate us ... they already know how to send us to hell in the future

We entered the place and the entrance is extremely large, which is what I like, there are several sections of subjects such as Mathematics, Literature and Civics in large black letters:

"Oh! Adelle, Roger I'm glad to see you here on time, I expected that from you. "

I greet her and she too, it makes me good to see her arranged with her perfectly combed but slightly disheveled bun, her gray plaid jacket, a short formal dress and her black heels, she says she is going to give us a little tour of the building now teach the climatology department;

While we are walking through the university I think about calling Mr. Mason to thank him for this job offer since this will benefit us, about the pregnancy I do not know what to say but if it is a child I promise to give him the best possible education so that it is not a poor exemplary son, if he is a girl I will also do the same because you know sometimes life can give you unexpected turns.

"Well here is the department of climatology and science can see without compromise." She goes to the address since they called her for something so she leaves us alone for a few minutes:

"Wow, this department is very very big here we can probably investigate" There are several posters, shelves with books but the shelf is medium, We sit on the plastic chairs there; to do our part we take a few books on tropical climates, on rains.

I love to make notes about the phenomena that we always investigate, I remember that one day we left the press open-mouthed about an in-depth scientific explanation about a Ball Lightning, what does this mean? It is a spherical structure that appears when there is an electrical storm, almost two theories (Internal Energy and External Energy) that explain almost antagonistic since almost not much is known about it but what would make perfect sense is that these rays have been brought somehow over power lines.

I write this down taking into account that, if the Mayak-O14 is the same as the ball lightning, something makes the sky turn purple, orange would make sense that it was a kind of artificial magic; what I mean is that an object could be causing all this, I read an article on Raven Brooks and I am realizing that storms are very common here and the weather is very unusual.

"Oh, there they are both, they gave me news that I have to inform them." We turn around at the same time stopping writing and paying attention to the subject.

"Well, I hope you like the News: The Tavish are financing Mayak 0-14 research, with the aim of solving the enigma of this phenomenon"

Well that pleases me but I think- "Don't worry, they only told me about it, they did not say the date of the financing, only the details." For a moment I had been scared since I'm not ready yet, far from it Adelle, let's go. We know that we barely made a move 2 days ago so for now we will be working here at the university.

"Hey Rita, for now we will be working here as well as investigating." Yes, no problem.

We spend a few hours late researching about the weather and natural phenomena so that we can distract ourselves a little bit until it's time to go home ...

PS: Credits to @da-radio-starz for the fanart of Piper!

[etlunainmorte]

✒ P.S. I Love You ✒

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Later that day, Griffon was staring too hard at Nico ( who was holding an ice pack against her head ) as she rewinded again and again at a certain video that one of the spy cameras captured last night. V ( who was idly waving off the cigarette smoke that wafted too close to his nostrils ) was on another table nearby studying the photos that she found.

"What are ya doin' now?" Griffon asked the woman for the third time that day as she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at what she was trying to capture.

"Will ya shut yer beak for a while? I'm tryin' to concentrate." Nico answered as she clicked harshly on her mouse once more.

It was the same for V. He studied the photographs ( or what was written on them ) and read (Y/N)'s journal ( which, by the way, manifested another entry ) over and over again but, the dots doesn't seem to connect, at all.

Yes, the two looked like they were very much in love. Yes, they met during that summer gathering that May of 1898. However, he just couldn't see what their connection was with the ghosts that were haunting this mansion.

And most importantly, he just couldn’t see the reason why (Y/N) would change into that emotionless matriarch in the portrait.

If she’s truly happy, then why would - ?

Unless,…

V took a photograph of Victor reading something to (Y/N), who was sitting right next to him. He turned it and read the simple writings at the back.

I wish we could stay like this for a while.

V's eyes narrowed at the message. The name of whoever wrote in it, whether it was (Y/N) or Victor, was not indicated, and the feeling of dread that he suddenly felt in it spelled something entirely worse in his mind.

"Shit!" Nico muttered as she slammed on her table, startling Griffon in the process.

V looked at the other photographs and found similar looking shots of the couple looking very happy. And as he rightfully suspected, they all bore the same vague messages at the back.

I love you. So much.

I missed you. So badly, it hurts.

I hope you're happy, wherever you are.

That last message startled the poet. "I hope you're happy, wherever you are." He read again, this time, out loud. He turned the photo and saw Victor holding hands with (Y/N) as they looked at each other with content smiles on their face. She was wearing what looked like a lace veil on her head and they were both wearing similar rings. There were people cheering for them on the background and he even saw (Y/N)'s maidservant throwing petals at them.

Wait. Is this,... their wedding?

He looked once more at the photograph. It can't be a wedding since the "event" merely took place in the library / music room. He looked harder once more,...

... until he finally noticed something strange. It was only a very little detail but, he was certain of it. On the left corner of the photo was a male figure standing away from the others. It was really hard to see his face considering the poor quality of the old photo but, V was a hundred percent sure that he doesn't look happy for the couple.

He took another photograph from the box and saw the same group of people ( the couple was now kissing and looking absolutely happy ) and the same, strange man, his face still unrecognizable. He grabbed the pictures he was looking at and realized, to his utter horror, that every time (Y/N) and Victor were involved in a single photograph, the strange one would invade the scene like an unwanted visitor.

And he still couldn't see his face.

He needed to see more. He needed to -

"Holy hell!" Griffon exclaimed, now startling V and putting him out of his concentration. "V, look at this!"

The poet obliged and left his temporary workplace to look at what Nico and his familiar were doing. Nico waited for V to arrive, and when he finally did, she showed him a clip from the video she trimmed. She even slowed it down several times, and the result was mind - blowing.

All three of them stared in disbelief as they saw V making his way to (Y/N)'s room, and when he vanished a few seconds later, something materialized on the place where he stood. It was only for a split - second but, it was unmistakable: they saw a man clothed in white,...

Both Griffon and Nico shrieked in fright at the top of their lungs as they heard a loud banging on the front door. V, being the only ( slightly ) sane person left, stood and opened it. He was greeted by a group of middle - aged women smiling at him like nobody's business.

"What can I do for you?" He politely asked, his low voice giving the women some chills of the unspeakable kind.

"Is this the Lancaster residence?" The woman asked, her wide smile giving V some creeps of the unspeakable kind.

"Why, yes. It is."

V's eyebrows shot up to his hairline as the middle - aged women giggled and shrieked and slapped each other in the arms at the same time.

"The groom is charming!"

"He's such a hottie!"

"Lucky bride!"

"AAHH!"

"Groom?" Nico questioned as she joined V at the door. "What are these hags doin' here?"

"I have no idea." V answered. He cleared his throat and addressed the women. "If you are looking for - "

The leader of the group, who wore the heaviest makeup among all of them, took V's hands and shook it over and over in excitement. "I would like to inform you that today is your lucky day, Mr. Francisco!"

"I believe you have the wrong person - "

"And you must be Ms. Edwards! Oh, my! It's so nice to finally meet you."

"We're not - "

"So, can we start the planning for the layout of the wedding of the century now?"

"I'm sorry but - "

"AHEM!"

All of them turned to see the real Mr. Francisco and Ms. Edwards just behind the women, giving them weird looks with raised eyebrows.

"You're looking for us?" Avery asked as she crossed her arms over her shoulders.

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"We definitely have to solve this problem soon." V told Nico and Griffon a few minutes later as Avery and Roman brought the wedding planners to the garden to have their meeting regarding their upcoming event. "The wedding is in five days."

"I get ya." Nico, who finally ditched the ice pack, agreed. "So, any other leads?" V showed Nico the photographs where the strange man appeared, and as the woman picked them up and studied them very, very closely, she nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah. I'm positive of it: this man," she uttered, then pointed at her PC with her left thumb. " ... and the one that showed up after you're gone are the same. Heck, he may be our main ghost here but, we have to be sure. All that’s left for us by then is to drive him out and let him know he’s not invited to the wedding.”

"But, how is he connected to all of this?" Griffon questioned as he, too, took a good long look at the photos that were scattered on the table.

V let out a sigh as he took out (Y/N)'s diary from his pocket. Then, he opened it and turned to the page where some writings recently materialized. Nico and Griffon went over to his side to read the new entry along with him.

May 11, 1898

I finally met him! The man of my dreams! The one and only Victor Blake! I just can't believe it! He IS actually IN THE SAME HOUSE AS ME RIGHT NOW! And what's more,

He even quoted poetry as he looked at me! He even kneeled before me and took my hand in his!

And, oh my God! He kissed the back of my hand!

I honestly thought I was going to die but Daniella brought me back. And when she said later that Mr. Blake likes me, I just felt that I could die right then and there with a smile and go to heaven!

Victor Blake - liking me?

My wildest dreams must be turning into reality! I mean, there are a lot of other beautiful women out there but,

HE CHOSE ME!

Oh my God, I simply can't believe this! I really am going to die and go straight to heaven with this!

Oh, God forgive me...

I know I must be exaggerating. But who cares? Daniella might be wrong about her assumptions but I still like him. No. I love him. And that's all that matters. He can ignore me and I will still love him. Until the day I die.

P.S.

My father just announced that all the important guests would be staying here for three months! And that includes Mr. Blake!

P.P.S.

I can't sleep knowing that he's just literally below me on the first floor, sleeping or reading or writing maybe. He may be writing. Books and poems and proses. I wonder what they're all about?

"That girl surely fell hard for ya, V." Nico mused, and when the poet just raised an eyebrow at her, knowing full well that (Y/N), in fact, fell for a different kind of V, she just smirked. "I'm jokin’!"

"Well, ya can't just follow an infatuated brat around and get ourselves attacked like that again!" Griffon screamed at V, who was still looking at the writings on the journal. "It's just suicidal! Plus, it doesn't really help us with the mission."

"Maybe." V finally spoke up. He slammed the journal shut and hid it once more as he gained the attention of his two companions. "But, this man," he said, then pointed at the said man in the photographs. " ... was connected to both (Y/N) and Victor. And I must find out everything about this,… connection. I will not rest,… until I do.”

"Ugh! Count me out, please! I don't wanna go back there!" His demonic familiar pleaded.

"We don't have a choice." Nico answered as she left for a while to pick up the radio from her own table. "We started this. And we have to see this through."

V nodded in agreement as he received his radio from her. "I'll go back there tonight. I'll be relying on you to watch everything from here to the highest floor."

"As if I have a choice!"

"Nico, you - "

The woman waved her hand at him. "Yeah, yeah. Keep yer panties on. I can endure another night here. Besides,..." She held up her radio, pressed a button, and after a few seconds, they finally heard what she recorded in it last night.

And it truly frightened them.

"Hello? Is anybody here? If there are,... any spirits here, say HHHOOOEEE!"

"What is that,... ?" Griffon questioned as they heard some strange whispers after Nico stopped talking.

"If there are any spirits here, say - "

"GET OUT! GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN! HE'S AFTER THEM! AFTER ALL THIS TIME! HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU! RUN! RUN AWAY FROM HERE! RUN AS FAST AS YOU - !"

"SHUT UP!"

"AAAHHH!"

V covered his mouth as he waited for the shrill and unearthly noises to subside. But, it only gradually worsened as it got more and more distorted that Nico had to turn it off.

"I heard a different voice last night, and I do not remember hearing anything like that." Nico confessed as she put the radio down to light another cigarette. "After that, this strange entity with big red eyes started chasin' me around until I have to hide. It's when I found that box containin' those old photographs." She sighed and shook her head as she bumped her forehead several times with her fist. She looked up once more and faced her companions. "So, ready for round two?"

Nico didn't have to tell him.

He will definitely solve this mystery. He must.

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