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mermaidgirl30 · 4 months

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Look for the Light Chapter 5

- Summary: Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him?

You woke up slowly to the hum of the tires on the road and the sunrise shining through the windshield. You were sprawled out across the front seat, still waking up from a deep sleep. Slowly blinking and opening your eyes, you realized how close you were to Joel. Your head was resting lightly against his leg. It felt so nice, so natural, so warm…

Before you realized what you were thinking, you jolted awake and sat up in the seat. Your cheeks were red as you looked over at Joel. “Good morning,” you said hurriedly, stumbling over your words.

“Mornin’.” He slowly glanced your way and looked back at the road. His hand moved to his jeans where your head rested seconds ago. He flexed his hand and grabbed tight to the dark material, like his leg was on fire. Your cheeks flushed again at the sight of that. You gulped, taking a breath. You just stared at his hand, watching it relax and then flex into a fist again. You wondered what his hands would feel like on you…

Yesterday was different. It was so intense. Maybe he was finally opening up to you. At least that’s how it felt yesterday. The way he looked so scared when you almost fell into the pit of clickers. His dark eyes almost tearing up. The way he didn’t drop you. The way his hand felt on yours. Warm, ablaze, strong…

Your thoughts were interrupted by Joel clearing his throat. “Hmm did you say something?” you asked, clearing your mind.

“I said we’re gonna stop in a couple of miles. You good with that?” He sounded exhausted. Dark shadows creased under his blood shot red eyes.

“Oh, yeah. Where exactly are we?” you asked, looking questionably out the window. The states started to blur together, all of them looking just like the other. At this point and time in the middle of the virus, nature overtook cities and empty plots. Tall green trees grew everywhere. The grass was so green and lush that it looked almost untouched by humans. It was desolate here and it was quiet. Too quiet.

“We’re in Illinois. I’m hoping to be in Missouri by nightfall tonight,” he said as he threw you the map. You caught it and overlooked the blue lines on the rough paper.

“Joel, you need rest. You can’t run yourself into the ground.”

“I’m fine,” he said with irritation in his voice.

“No, you’re not,” you said as you placed the map down and looked him square in the face.

“I said I’m fine,” he barked back, eyes dark and staring you down.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and rested your head against the seat. You didn’t feel like trying to argue with Joel when he had his mind made up. It’d just make him more angry. You heard him huff something under his breath but you couldn’t make out what it was. Lord, here we go again with the arguing.

Before you could respond you heard Joel yell at the road. “Shit!” He slammed on the breaks and you leaned forward and hit the back of the seat hard. You reached back and held a hand to the spot where you hit your head. Your muscles were tense and ached now.

“The highway’s completely blocked!” Joel yelled as he turned off the engine and got out of the truck, slamming the door shut. You quickly followed him out and looked around you. Cars littered the highway. Some were smashed with glass surrounding the area. Others were crashed into each other. Some had vines overtaking the insides of the cars. Some just looked completely rusted on the inside, as well as the outside. There wasn’t any room for a truck to fit in with all those vacant cars. No way.

“Fuck!” Joel screamed as he kicked the side of a rusted Volkswagen. He grimaced as it seemed to have hurt his foot.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can find another way through,” you said carefully.

“Do you see another way through this mess? We’re gonna have to find another way down some side roads. And only God knows if that’ll take us to where we need to go. Goddamn it!” He kicked the side of the car again out of frustration.

“Joel, calm down,” you said as you walked slowly towards him.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Anger was just on the tip of his tongue, his face getting red.

“It’s fine. We can go find a quiet spot to rest. You can get some sleep and we can think about which way we need to go.” You started to reach your hand out to his shoulder, but he pushed it out of the way before you could make contact.

“Don’t!” he warned as he glared daggers into your eyes. His eyes were cold. Not the Joel you remembered from yesterday.

“Hey! Don’t yell at me like this is my fault!” you screamed back at him in defense.

He huffed and placed his hands on his hips, surveying the territory. He looked back at you, his eyes blood red. He was exhausted and angry as hell. “Get back in the truck, we’re finding another way.” His voice was icy. It cut into you like a sharp knife.

“Fine,” you said as you walked back to the truck and got in, annoyance hitting your tone. Joel got back in the truck and revved the engine back up. He backed up and sped away. The only way was a dirt road on the right side of the road, just off the highway. That’s the way you went.

You went a couple miles without talking, afraid you’d make Joel blow up in your face again. You needed him to get some rest. Otherwise he’d just get more agitated with you. That’s the last thing you wanted right now.

The truck continued to build speed, getting faster as the seconds ticked by. You looked over at the speedometer and the gauge read 60 mph. He was going way too fast for a dirt road. The surrounding trees flashed by you as dirt flew up behind the truck, creating a cloudy sky. “Joel, slow down,” you said gently.

He looked over at you and grimaced. He hit the gas pedal harder, revving it up to 65 mph. What the fuck was he thinking? “Joel, I mean it! Slow down. You’re gonna hit something,” you shouted louder.

His hands were holding the wheel so tight that you could see the veins in his arms pumping harder. His arms flexing so tight that his green plaid shirt was fighting against his biceps. You couldn’t pull his hands away from the wheel even if you wanted to right now. He was in the zone. He was mad as hell, and you didn’t quite know what the huge issue was. There had to be another way to Missouri. The highway couldn’t be the only way.

“Joel!” you screamed as loud as your voice would let you. He finally let up on the brakes, but not before what happened next. The tires on the truck went screeching to a halt as you ran over something long and sharp. You could hear every one of the tires pop and go flat.

Joel put some force on the gas, but it was no use. “Fuck!” he said as he hit the steering wheel hard with as much force as he could muster. Suddenly the windshield was blown out by a gunshot, glass going everywhere. “Get down!” Joel yelled to you, fear in his voice.

You immediately ducked and followed Joel out the driver’s door, retrieving your pistol from your pocket as you hid behind the driver’s side. Joel grabbed his hunting rifle from the backseat, and you heard a click as he loaded the gun.

“Come on out! You’re surrounded, so don’t even try to fight back. That’d be a bad idea on your part,” a deep laugh rang from somewhere in the forest.

You looked under the truck and could see four men scattered around the right side of the forest. They wore long black robes and had hoods on their heads. They looked like they belonged to a cult. Two men carried bows and the other two carried shotguns. You closed your eyes and breathed slow and deep. You could do this. Four guys would be manageable. At least you hoped.

Joel tapped you on the shoulder and held his index finger to his lips, giving you the silent look. “We move silently. Follow my lead.”

You followed him towards the front of the truck, moving slowly. Gunshots came flying at the truck. One hit the passenger door, the other hit the right back tire.

“Come on now. Don’t you wanna come play with us?” one of the men chanted. The others started laughing at the man’s joke. Joel didn’t think the joke was funny.

“You wanna play? Bring it on, punks!” Joel shouted as he lunged forward and shot at the first guy that was standing closest to the truck, taking him out with one hit. Blood sprayed on the side of the truck as the man went down to the ground.

You quickly stood up and shot the next guy right in the neck. He held his hand up to the bullet wound, trying to stop the bleeding but failed. He fell violently to the ground. You looked around and the other two men disappeared. “Where’d they go?” you asked, dazed as you made circles looking around the forest.

“Quiet,” Joel hissed. He was in a stance to shoot his gun at the ready, walking slowly towards an old wooden building. He quietly opened the door and went inside. It didn’t take him long to come back out, giving you the all clear.

A small cracking noise sounded in the forest. You looked to where it was but didn’t see anything. You ducked behind a small bush and peeked around. Still nothing. Joel was standing close to the wooden building, surveying his surroundings. He turned to look in your direction when all of a sudden the hooded figure jumped on Joel’s back.

Your eyes went wide and you stood up straight from behind the hidden bush. He was trying to choke Joel out with his arm around his neck, squeezing tight. Joel bit into the man’s arm and he released his grip. Joel slammed his body to the ground and aimed the rifle at his head. “Say goodbye to the daylight, fucker,” he said as he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet right through the man’s head. Blood pooled on the ground, making a thick puddle fast.

Before you could take a step forward, you felt the presence of someone behind you. You stopped in your tracks as a knife was pulled out and held close to your throat. You felt disoriented as the cold blade barely grazed your neck. You couldn’t breathe, afraid of it slicing through your skin. So you held your breath.

The man didn’t get very far though before Joel pulled the trigger again, this time hitting the man with the knife in the head. You could feel warm blood splash against the back of your jeans. Disgusting. You cringed as you stepped away from the dead, bloody mess.

You looked up and found Joel staring at you. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were in a far away place. “You should be more careful,” he said coldly.

“I should be more careful?” you laughed in disbelief. “You’re the one that was going 65 miles per hour on a dirt road in the middle of the forest!” You looked over at the broke down truck. There were sharp spikes sticking up from the ground that the tires had run over. He drove straight through a trap. And maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for him speeding and not watching where he was going. “Why didn’t you slow down when I asked you to?”

“I had it under control!”

“Oh yeah, this looks like total control alright.” You looked at the useless truck and back at Joel. His eyes were ablaze with fury. You were almost scared of what he’d say next.

“Just shut up! We wouldn’t even be in this mess if Tess didn’t send me off with you to look for Tommy.”

“Oh, no. You are not putting the blame on me! You don’t get to do that!” you yelled.

“I can do whatever the hell I want, and I’m partially blaming you! I can’t wait to get to Salt Lake City so I don’t have to travel with you anymore,” he shot a hard glare at you as venom reached his eyes.

Tears pooled behind your eyes, but you didn’t let any fall. You wouldn’t show him that kind of weakness right now. You decided you hated him in that moment. Whatever you felt for him before was gone. Your blood was boiling, but you didn’t need to make the situation worse.

He walked up to the truck and grabbed his black backpack, strapped his rifle around his body and held onto the shotgun. “Grab your shit and let’s move. We don’t want to stick around this scene, there could be others near here. We’re gonna have to walk for now. We’ll see if we can find another vehicle on the road. For now, we need to get out of sight and find a safe spot to rest,” he barked at you.

You quickly grabbed your purple bag and stuffed the map in the side pocket. You grabbed as much canned food as you could and stuffed it in another small bag. You put your hand on the truck, quietly saying goodbye to the nice ride.

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” Joel shouted at you.

“I’m coming!” you said back irritatingly. You narrowed your eyes and scowled after him as he turned his back and started walking down the small pathway.

You could just leave right now. You could run the other way and go your separate ways. Why wait for Salt Lake City? You didn’t think you could stand another minute of him today with his crazy mood swings. He was driving you mad. The last thing you wanted was for someone else to blame their problems on you. You weren’t going to stand for it. Not this time.

Joel stopped ahead and looked back at you. He was clearly annoyed you weren’t following after him. He just continued staring at you, not saying a word. You could see it in his eyes though. He was waiting till you followed.

You looked behind you at the empty, peaceful trail and then looked back at Joel. You had to decide which way you’d go. Joel’s eyes shifted then. He could see what you were doing. His jaw clenched and he made a fist with his left hand, his muscles going stiff. His eyes were dark, anger swirling around inside him.

You were torn. You wouldn’t last that long without him. You’d already suffered enough alone before showing up to the Boston QZ. You needed someone. But why’d it have to be him? You wished it would’ve been anyone else. It wasn't though. You sighed and slowly walked towards Joel. He nodded and started walking back down the path. You followed steadily behind him, not saying a word.

Silence fell over the forest. It's like the forest could feel the tension between you and Joel. He’d have to lighten up or you weren’t sure what you’d do. You watched as Joel walked ahead of you, making his way quickly through the forest. There was no joy in his face, only anger and something else you couldn’t quite decipher.

Whatever you and Joel experienced yesterday was dead. You thought maybe he was opening up to you. You thought maybe he was starting to feel something towards you that wasn’t dislike or hate. You guessed you were wrong though because today it was like he hated the world, but more than anything you.

You walked for what seemed like forever. The road was long and narrow. There wasn’t too much around, just some birds that flew in and out of the sky. The sun was warm and glowing bright, sweat pooling at your face now. You just wanted to sit down and rest awhile.

Finally Joel picked a spot and threw his bag and weapons on the ground. “We’ll stay here tonight. It seems quiet enough,” he said with agitation still thick in his voice.

“Fine by me.” You threw your bag down and sat for a minute looking around the area. It was a covered area filled with trees. Large boulders were scattered around, making it a good shelter for the night. There was a river right down the road that ran calmly for a few miles through the forest.

You looked at the blood on the back of your jeans wishing you could wash it away like the memories of earlier. “I’ll be back in a minute,” you said to Joel. He didn’t even look up at you as he was setting his sleeping bag out. No “be careful” or “I’ll come with you” came from his mouth. You wanted to be alone, but something inside you wished he would’ve said something. Make you stop and wait for him to follow, but there was nothing.

You grabbed a towel from your bag and some fresh clothes and headed towards the river. By the time you reached it, the water was clear blue. You could see tiny minnows racing each other through the water. It was so peaceful, you wish you could’ve relaxed. Adrenaline spiked through you though with no sign of going down. The rage and rush of earlier was messing with your head. You quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the water.

You glanced around, making sure no one was in sight. The coast was clear so you quickly undressed and jumped in the river. The water was cold but so refreshing. You hadn’t been swimming in the longest time. Maybe before the virus started.

You found some soap you brought with you and washed the dirt and sweat off your body. You ran your hands through your hair making sure to get all the locks of hair washed. God it felt so good to be clean for a change. You hadn’t got to shower since being at the Boston QZ. That’s the one thing you missed, being able to shower whenever you wanted to. You quickly learned what not to take advantage of in the real world. You only learn to appreciate things when they’re gone.

You grabbed the blood soaked jeans and thoroughly washed them in the cold river. Blood bled out of the pants with every inch of fabric you scrubbed fiercely. Luckily you were able to clean the pants out okay. You made sure to wash the tank top and black hoodie as well. You laid the clothes over a large rock, letting them air dry in the sun.

You basked in the water for about a half hour and let the sun illuminate over you. Going for a swim was just what you needed after the chaos of earlier. You didn’t want to even think about it. You finally stepped out of the water and dried off. You changed into a clean pair of jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. It felt so good to get out of the worn, dirty clothes. You laced up your hiking boots and let your damp hair air dry.

When you got back to where Joel had set up camp, you found him passed out on his sleeping bag. You let out a sigh of relief and quietly sat down on a small rock. Thank God he was getting some sleep. You didn’t have to hear him scream at you anymore for the time being. You leaned back and rested your head on the jagged rock, turning to face Joel. He really did look peaceful when he slept. There was no scowl on his face and he looked relaxed and at ease. The exact opposite of when he was awake.

You just breathed and inhaled the fresh air, taking in the quiet for as long as you could. You kinda liked watching Joel sleep. It was nice to see him not on edge for once. He always looked so stressed, so worried. You wondered just what kinds of damage had been done to him in the past and how many people he’d lost during the outbreak. Enough of worrying about Joel though. After today, you shouldn’t even be remotely concerned for him. But yet you were. And that scared you.

You sighed and turned your head the opposite way, looking out at the wildflowers that surrounded the ground. It really was beautiful out here. All you wanted to do was bask in the moment of peace and take in the sounds of nature, and that’s exactly what you did. You quieted your mind and let the wind sing you the song of the wild as you closed your eyes and dozed off to sleep.

Chapter 6

Series Masterlist

#joel miller #joel the last of us #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction #joel x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel x oc #slow burn #enemies to lovers

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thepringlesofblood · 2 years

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fucked around and recreated the starblaster in minecraft today bc i am compelled to do weird shit sometimes, anyways here’s fisher’s tank in lucretia’s room, I had to change it bc the glow squid died in like 3 minutes but it was a very pretty 3 minutes. when i’m Satisfied with how it turned out I might do a full tour.

for other taz balance fans out there, below the cut I put my list of rooms/general structure in case you’re thinking of doing some sort of starblaster map or recreation, it took a while for me to get my brains in order so maybe this’ll help you

so my starblaster had 4 decks including the top deck, but you could probably figure out a way to fit it into 3 decks, I just wanted to have the extra room to fill up with clutter lol.

I named them after the decks on return of the obra dinn bc im a nerd and its a good game, but i’ll put numbers next to em

Main Deck (1)

this is like, the top deck, open to the air

fairly simple except for the cabin, which has the helm/steering, and jump seats for each of the guys when jumping planes.

I imagined them all in a circle but its minecraft so circles are hard

I also did a railing around the outside with torches so a. people don’t fall and b. the torches keep creepers from spawning and blowing up my nice fancy ship. ik you can probably turn them off but I do not know how. im in creative mode obvs so i wont die but i dont want them to blow up either.

Gun Deck (2)

i looked it up and you can still call it a gun deck if there’s no guns, people do it all the time

this is where I put the kitchen and common area, which I always sort of imagined being next to each other and open, bc of the scenes where someone is cooking/washing dishes while talking to everyone else hanging out.

the two that spring to mind are lucretia singing static while she washes the dishes and lup stirring a pot on the stove while merle tries to get her to come dance in presumably a common area of some sort? or maybe they just like hanging in the kitchen.

i also put the lab and medbay here. I always imagined a hallway coming off the kitchen/common area leading to more rooms, and since I wound up putting all the bedrooms on the orlop deck (3) I figured I’d put those two here.

idk if it’s confirmed that they have a medbay, maybe people just go to merle’s room, but it would make sense.

we do know they have a lab, it’s mentioned that barry and lup do research in it sometimes

bow to stern (front to back) it looked like

port (left)

kitchen (open, no walls)

medbay (walled off)

starboard (right)

common area (open, no walls)

lab (walled off)

Orlop Deck (3)

all the bedrooms, and the bathroom. I can’t imagine there was more than one bathroom, it’s fantasy NASA.

I did a main hallway with 4 rooms on either side

there’s 7 of them so the 8th room is the bathroom, since it makes sense that it would be in the sort of ‘living quarters’ space.

bow to stern (front to back) it wound up going

port (left)

lucretia

bathroom

cpt. davenport

barry bluejeans

starboard (right)

magnus

merle

taako

lup

it’s mentioned when they get fisher that lucretia’s quarters “were always bigger than yours [Magnus’]” so I resolved that by having lucretia’s room be on the side with the bathroom, and making the bathroom smaller than the bedrooms so her room could take up the extra space.

I also put both of them on the bow end of the ship (the front/curvy end where it gets pointy) so both of their rooms are longer than the others but taper off, so there could be some ambiguity about room size while the others have straight up 5x5 squares

Cargo Deck (4)

this one is the one you could probably squish into the two above if you made things more crowded, but I didn’t want to and frankly, they must’ve picked up so much shit in that 100 years, i refuse to believe they didn’t have a dedicated storage space.

Bow to stern, it wound up going

greenhouse

storage

engineering

hear me out w the greenhouse thing.

it’s proven that look at and being around plants it good for your mental health.

PLUS it would be a continuous, reliable source of food and fresh oxygen.

and we know (unfortunately) exactly how good merle is with plants, so I bet he could make whatever wild shit they come across work.

I also put bees in there bc I think they deserve fresh honey. as a treat. maybe magnus learns to make more hard candy with it lol.

idk what they would do in engineering since their ship runs on bonds, but like they at least have like, plumbing and electricity right? something goes there.

thats it babey ;)

general observations/tips specifically for minecraft

windows windows windows. lighting is so important this is an enclosed space and natural light is supposed to be good for you. also don’t want creepers to spawn and blow up ur shit. always keep a bow and some hurtin arrows on you.

I made the decision that the IPRE came up with some kind of Good glass that can withstand everything so I don’t have to think about the practicalities of where windows should be.

sea lanterns, glowstones, and shroomlights are your friends if you don’t want this place to be torch city USA. something about the open fire on a spaceship rubs me the wrong way. I used some lanterns here and there but mostly stuck to blocks.

I wound up putting a row of sea lanterns down the hallways in the gun deck and orlop deck, and it worked out really well and kind of simulates fluorescent overhead lighting, but in a nice pretty way not an obnoxious way.

soul lanterns/torches do nothing. I know the blue is tempting but they give off so much less light, it makes everything washed out and gloomy.

glow lichen only glows a very little. do not rely on it to light a room or area.

personally, I made the starblaster post-stolen century, not when it was brand spankin new, so I could add more character. while some of the walls are spaceship flat and bare, I used paintings, item frames, and banners to liven things up wherever I could, plus adding carpet in some of the bedrooms (mostly taako and lup’s)

you can dye leather armor by just putting it and the dye of your choice on the crafting table. i mention this bc one of the main ways i added flavor to the bedrooms was by putting in-character stuff in their chests, so I did dye some leggings blue and put em in barry’s chest. in terms of sturdy denim and blue, 2/3 aint bad!

the blocks of iron are like blinding white. i wound up using andesite mostly, occasionally using polished andesite/diorite as an accent.

in case you don’t know the minecraft furniture hacks

fencepost + trapdoor on top of it (spruce or dark oak work best) = table. you can’t put anything on it tho :/

stairs = chair/couch

iron doors only open when connected to a pressure plate or button or something, and iron trapdoors only open one way pretty much - opening them from underneath is very difficult, you need a button. v important if you wanna keep the silver aesthetic. it got a little monotonous for me so I wound up using a lot of birch doors actually lol

my starblaster wound up about 28-30 blocks long, 20 wide, and 20 deep, i think, it looks like a giant fuckin gray slice of cake with windows. i love it, and i have accepted it for what it is.

i’m a fuckin noob and only picked up actually playing minecraft in the past few years (though I knew the Lore for way longer before then, im Old), so feel free to ignore my shit if you know better things.

#taz #taz balance spoilers #taz balance #taz b spoilers #taz b #minecraft #original post

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againstme · 4 months

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the sun is setting on the first of the year, i feel like shit. none of the dinners that they have are anything i can eat cause there was only two of the one i liked.

they’re gonna yell throughout the house for dinner. i’m just gonna stay in bed. and take my meds at 7.

then, i guess it’s just regular programming tomorrow.

holidays suck. they suck here, so much. but i don’t even yearn to be around other people that aren’t here. too scared to be around my family, too anxious or too much to be around my friends. i guess i just want to be alone.

i’m stuck here, until i have an idea of a place to go. i have nowhere to return to. i have no idea of where to go, what to do, who to be. who i want to be.

where does one go when they don’t have any place to call home? part of me just wants to sink into the earth. to look at someone across the street while a bus passes, disappearing into the night, never to be seen again.

i wish i could throw a dart at a map, see what sticks and just go there. i’ve been to so many places, trying to fit in, carving this square peg into a round one, barely fitting it in. not close, but quite. i still stick out like a sore thumb.

i want to find a place that fits. a box that’s made for me. something stable, and nice, where i’m not relying on people as much. some place where i can relax, and breathe, be myself, and be at peace.

i’ve never felt stable. it’s always been rocky. filled with ups and downs, waves crashing like i’m out at sea. i feel like, at this point, i’m neck deep in the water, reaching my arms out for help. a friend looks out at me from a boat, holding a life jacket in their hand, but never tossing it to me. we make eye contact as i start to drown, both knowing that i can’t swim.

i’ve felt my life flash before my eyes, forcing me to reflect. so much crying, whether from laughter, or from sadness. the nights i went to sleep, wishing i didn’t wake up. but i did. was it worth it? seeing another day? waking up with too much tylenol in my stomach and ringing in my ears? wishing that it was done, that it was over, that i could finally stop being a burden? to stop having people waste their energy focusing on me, so they can go on with their lives?

some days, i wish that it worked. that the tylenol burned a hole in my stomach, that the cuts weren’t too shallow, that the makeshift rope made out of my bedsheets could actually hold my weight. that i never called anybody.

being here, in treatment, felt okay at first. but now, i feel like leaving. i don’t like my psychiatrist, i don’t like my therapist, my trauma therapy is rough. i don’t feel like what i went through was bad enough, whatever that means. that i’m taking up a bed that someone else could be in.

i’m skipping lunch, save for chips and coffee, and shaking throughout most days. getting bad sleep, being woken up at 6, skipping breakfast most days, filling up on coffee, and the cycle repeats.

the cycle always repeats. and i have nowhere to go.

#c.txt #happy new year i guess.#cant share this with my friends so i guess i’ll post it here #into the void it goes

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joeymiya · 9 months

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had a dream holy shit.

ok so. starts normal. i’m wearing my current school’s uniform, skirt and all (def before i realized i was trans) all white no other colors except tones of blue. i’m in a classroom with all of my other highschool classmates, a ta is there, dunno why, helps us do somethign related to geography and gives us a map of the world that is weirdly square but fits all the relevant things that should be on a map, the ta starts saying something, she’s a girl, before suddenly something goes. well wrong. the maps given to us are starting to have the visually put there countries and locations like antartica turn black, fully black.

it doesn’t make sense so, sensibly my classmates start panicking before the ta calms us down saying this was probably because they might’ve been a joke item or because of how old the maps given to us were.

everyone else calms down except me. i’m still tense and slighly scared by the time the theoretical bell rings and everyone starts living,all maps held.

I’m one of the last one to leave the classroom, the layout of the building is a cursed mixed of my old private school and current one, but more so leaning to the current, all clear skies and a shitty creek. it’s not important.

i need to find someone and it’s one of my classmates, I don’t know why. So i turn right ask two bystanders senior high school students, girls wearing green skirts and green accented shirts or whatever. they point me towards more to where they’re at and I go, wearing my heavy backpack and holding the aforementioned map.

I arrive at a staircase which is from my old private school, red, and see three soon to be reoccuring classmates of mine, I’ll be calling them hailey, norm, and aj, not their real names. one girl and two boys.

norm and hailey are predictably side by side while aj fights with another classmate of ours jokingly, we go down the spiral staircase and before we could reach the exit through my current private school’s hallway, every other student that isn’t us? they start screaming and panicking. and it wasn’t long before my classmates did too, aj even more so unlike hailey and norm. I don’t know if i was screaming but i was definitely runnign or trying to because there was a void black wall of..something approaching our school and when i looked at the map in my hands the country i lived in was almost fully black- which meant our asses were dead.

a crowd consisting of my classmates started forming in the ensuing “oh god oh fuck the black wall of fog is coming” panic i passed out.

when i woke up i was more or less in a tightly packed crowd of my classmates and other students assembled, i tried saying how i was right about the map being a teller of our doom but norm and hailey, same as aj, didn’t look like they heard me.

one of our last teachers show up, i’ll call him uncle gem, so uncle gem is having a speech about presumably the fog, i semi- listened to the speech as i looked around and it turns out we were in the very top floor of our school, the floor as shiny as my previous private school. i looked to my right and found three cars randomly there, it was on the school. I assumed someone carried it there and simply went back to looking elsewhere until suddenly everybody started panicking again except norm hailey and uncle gem, aj was panicking as is obvious.

I looked at my map and the black fog was no longer consuming every foot of land of every country, but it was getting close to consuming ours.

so a bit a time-skip, i don’t know why but before i knew it, i was sitting at a table with my three aforementioned classmates and two others to whom I don’t recall, and with our heads turned right where the view of the consuming black void beckoning our death is crystal clear, i held in the urge of fleeing because i was not good at interacting with people and the fear of death was urging me to do so.

I held it in regardless as the black fog came to us closer and closer until it suddenly stopped right in front of the glass windows of where we were at and it dissipated, though not fully.

but well enough to show a gigantic flaming gateway showed up shaped like a domain door and when it opened a gigantic demon showed up. it was probably the demon king as other demons started flying around and causing chaos as other buildings got set on fire except ours.

all of us were weirdly calm as a demon showed up in our room, norm was very .leaderly for a lanky twink as he stood soldiering the bs the weird vase demon, size of a dokkaebi, before throwing a donut at it.

the demon gets flashback i see and watch for some reason, something about wanting sweets in a hell where it doesn’t exist, before promptly going back to the present and leaving us one donut less.

For some reason I though about minecraft enchanting armor before I woke up.

#joey rambling #joey dream #idk why but for some reason this is giving inspired by golden slumber despite not having played it since i finished it

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How long do I need to hold contrasting views of you. In one, you’re a shit, a cheat, who puts out the lamest justification I can think of, who acts like a junior high school kid with a crush, who talks about eternity and privacy but who doesn’t walk the walk. In the other, you’re the opposite: you help people grow, help them get together, act as an advisor for good. And this is fed by stuff where you can intentionally pick which side you want to believe: it came true but it didn’t come true.

I prefer the latter. When I go with the latter, I get terrific math and logic results. Like: why am I sitting here? Why am I doing this? I know I’m not a single person, though I’m in this body. I know I respond to what comes to me as those unite on the surface of my being. So, I’m not stupid: I know I’m thinking about what a manifold is versus a pseudo-manifold and I think the answer is that we describe a grid square as a Hausdorff space for certain topologies. That is, we have a separation scheme in grid squares which fits to the various ways we can describe separation, meaning 2T are 2 Things not just a branded entity called 2T. That’s basic Triangular, right? You have a third End in which those ideas join, so there is both a branded entity and 2 entities. See how at the 3rd End, the count shifts a level: we reach 3 by association of 2 into 1, which is both compression into 1 and expansion out to 3. I believe this is where we Attach the Registry, because we need to record both states to keep track of them. That’s how awareness builds, level by level.

That’s why manipulation of gs is spread among all species and indeed objects: they all use the same relatively small number of basic counts, but the structures built to attach become layered exactly as above, by generating a new level in which and across which associations occur. Thus you have a structure which is locally associative within bounds set by the enclosing structure, which translates into L-counts in D-structure.

Ah, I just got a glimmer of motive: so they can see the choice clearly once it is made clear. That is the essence of a forced choice, that it isn’t merely an upfront movement but a complete act. So that’s why the Continuum Hypothesis is independent, especially of forcing: they are always completed acts, which means they are finite, which means that whatever you can construct can’t reach the infinite. The definition is in the integers: it’s that 1-0-1 goes with 0-1-0, which generates 1-0Segments in three dimensions, which are then enclosed by a 4th which extends over the 1’s, and then the 5th, which is across the 1 in the middle. That made sense until I hit the 5th. What the? I think the idea is that this is the internal form of the IL, which is an entirely new idea, even to me.

And it’s right there, and I saw it forming because I thought about edges as the separation scheme inherent in Triangular and gs. So D5 in this sense would be the inside edge of the IL, meaning whatever next fits to within it, which makes perfect sense because that makes the IL and then above the IL to the Triangular Limit or I suppose TL. So that gives the IL two roles. One is from 0 to IL, which is D5 in this idea, I think, and then from IL and up to TL is D4. Does that make sense or is it other way around? Go with other way because internal D4 means all things within D4 and that fits. Okay. So IL to TL is D5. That maps perfectly because to the sort of visualization of a D4 system being moved around within a larger dimension of D5.

So like, look up to the top of the page, come back here, and tell me how I can separate what I see and feel about you from what I do. Because I can’t see a way. I literally took a current example being shoved at me and reached the way to describe D5 in an intuitive manner which can be rendered well.

That just connected another level: like you had an encouraging conversation about him, and this grew out of that triangle. That makes an fD. Cool. So that tries on being a grid square in a bunch of dimensions, but I can see them as basic permutations because you just label the 4 Ends and connect them in different ways. The 1Space structure allows any Triangular, which is then why we can label permutations and do transitions and movements of labels and nodes. I almost didn’t realize that because it’s so simple. That then is the way the gs write and fit, so we have a Registry and the patterns, etc. which run over them, and wow that becomes Actuality, meaning a whole bunch of Registries tied together in this exact manner. There was a scale jump in that last idea.

Back to gs write and fit. That generates different grid squares sheets for different ways they can write. That’s a big help as an idea because I was stuck on the idea of a sheet, as a somehow absolute level, which makes no sense because all grid squares are finite, meaning they generate not that they are forever.

So D4 is up to IL, meaning within our 0Space, which means the original intuition that it’s D5 within was flipped because I saw external as external within 1Space, and that is IL to TL, meaning that which relates from D4 to D5 because TL is where that flips to D6 and to D6 to D7. That says D-structure, which is clearly more than L-counts, operates both as Ends and as 1-0Segments. And we see this in reality: 3 dimensional objects exist within a time dimension, so now 4 dimensional ‘objects’ exist within a pattern dimension, which suddenly makes a whole lot more sense, doesn’t it?

Ah yes, the middle doesn’t hold when the Ends are contradictory. Ends being Starts as well, so they mean where you are coming from, what you are, over time into the present.

That’s about choice in another way. If the middle is a set that shares between two disjoint sets, then that imposes the 1 of 0-1-0 because that is the only attribute. You could write it out longer, like 0-1 or 1-0, but it’s also just plain a 1 in a string of 1-0-1 and thus of any 1. So what happens is 1’s are counted as 0’s and thus they’re compressed, which means they can be removed as a place, like in the limit at cubes being a place for 1^3. That basic mechanism evolves into choice because you 0 out all but the choice, which isn’t a choice at all but is forced.

This is difficult. This becomes an arbitrary choice because that’s a form of creating 0’s, as is any other ordering. All that depth is there, just hidden if you count 0’s and 1’s.

So there’s this infinite process which runs 1’s and 0’s and which can compress 0’s out of sight to come up with any number it wants because it can - this is interesting - it can’t define a count of say 6 without counting the square because that confirms the count of 6 is the count of 6 by showing that to you. Cubes then confirm that this continues, but it depends on squares and that link to integers and thus to 1 and 0. It’s another SBE, a count of 3 across forms.

Of course, the issue with choice is now different because grid squares are constructed. They are finite by nature. That brings in the operation of product and other phrasings of generating a new element by combination (or division). What better example than the square itself?

I think this is the best work I’ve ever done.

Oh, this is 8 May 2023.

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i have arrived again to snwer prev anons question!!! all in all i get most of my information from here! and honestly, costar is actually rly fucky and unreliable :// the apps i use are sanctuary and the pattern,, sanctuary is a good app for keeping track of your birth chart and houses, offers readings from professionals, and has info on each planet and placement!! the pattern basically uses your birth info to lay out specific timings, patterns, and scenarios that might happen to you/in your life. i rly enjoy using it. astrology in depth honestly is rly intimidating when you first start out and there are so many things that i still dont know off the top of my head. alot of my readings are based off of information from the internet but some are based around my own interpretation and experiences w each sign!! the only signs that i know traits of off the top of my head are aquarius, leo, virgo, pisces, and cancer lol so its not a bad thing to not know everything!!! and w the comparing sun signs to being affected by a diff sign/placement those are true, but those are called conjunction, opposite, square, trine and sextile (which all of those i am still learning and could not tell u shit about off the top of my head 🫣🫣)

all in all,, astrology really just boils down to your own interpretation. a sun sign doesnt make you who you are, and thats what i find is the hardest to tell people. yes, your birth chart can map out things abt your traits/cycles and what your life may be like, but it doesnt make you who you are. you are more than your birth chart!!! 🫶🏻

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astro seek! I absolutely love astro seek specifically just because I love the fact that it has chart compatibility and compatibility is really my shit man. and I agree big time on co star being shit, especially after it was pretty much confirmed that their “horoscopes” are just bull shit made up to mess with people, but I do like that I can pull up my chart pretty quickly on it and my friends’ whenever im in the mood to bully them or when they cant remember one of their placements. and ill have to look into the other apps you mentioned because it’s definitely something im still trying to learn more about both on a personal level and just generally. and I definitely do agree that I think im my most confident when it comes to the signs I interact with on a daily basis. I also really love goodgollyastrology when im specifically looking for the relationship between someone’s mars and venus placement, especially when im writing fics. and oohghgg the astrology big words, I really don’t know much about that either because its not really something ive had the time to look into but I like the idea of different placements bouncing off on another.

and yes! I think that’s one big reason that astrology gets a bad rep (aside from it being primarily enjoyed by women and queer people but I digress) is that people hear the interpretation of their sun placement and they want to bitch about how it doesn’t fit them. like bro!!! you have a whole chart to look at, and aside from astrology and planets, you have an entire environment that affects who you are. people just see other people enjoying something thats fun and a little out of the norm and they get so mad for no reason. and that’s the whole point of astrology, it’s just interesting and fun

#ask #🪐 anon

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Paradise On Earth (3)

Chapter: 3. The Forbidden Zone

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence

Summary: This is an X Reader insert rewrite of the series Outerbanks, following the plots and events of the series, with certain twists to fit the reader into the story and to make things interesting.

A/N: Let me know what you guys think! Comment or send me a message if you want to be tagged.

Also available on Wattpad and AO3

Chapter 2 - Masterlist - Series Masterlist - Chapter 4

Word Count: 6.9k

You found something, you had actually found something. You pulled out the FedEx envelope passing it to John B.

"That's not gold," Pope said from the other side. No, it wasn't gold but it came close to it, the words for P and bird were written on it. It was from your dad, he would call you P (short for princess) and he would call John B bird. JJ extended his hand to help you out, catching you by your waist when you almost fell.

"Code red, code red," JJ repeated the warning. "Square groupers, square groupers!"

"Go, go, go" you rushed. All four of you hid on the side of the wall of your ancestor's grave.

"It's the guys who robbed your house," JJ assumed, peering over the side of the stone.

"Guys, the lights." You were all rushing to turn off the flashlights, "Do you think it's them?"

"Homie's got a gun," JJ spotted. You peered up from behind JJ's shoulder to get a better look, he held you back with an arm. The pounding in your chest reminded you of the encounter at the chateau, this time you would try not to stay frozen.

"Screw this," You decided to abandon your post to not get caught by whoever was out there. Tired, of hiding and deciding to make a run for it. You lead the group, hopping over the stone wall and metal gate.

Almost home free when you saw Pope dangling on the gate, "Guys, I'm stuck." He held himself up so as not to rip his shorts.

"Pope, come on!" JJ yells, Kie and John B run back to help Pope as JJ whips out his gun. "Pope, don't move okay?"

"JJ, no!" You shove JJ's arms down from aim, "Are you crazy?"

"I'm just trying to help!"

"No, you're just dying to use that thing and you're gonna end up shooting someone."

Pope's shorts rip off by Kie pulling him down, he covers his privates with his hands awkwardly. "Nice man, it's a little tootsie roll," JJ comments.

You burst out laughing at the situation as one by one you hop into the van, successfully escaping the graveyard.

"JJ, what're doing?" You eye the bread with big spots of mold, he spreads jelly over it. "That bread had mold in it three days ago."

"I'll just pull off the bad parts," He reasons "plus, mold is good for you. It's a natural organism."

You scrunch up your nose, "I hope you enjoy whatever organism that's gonna come out of your body after you eat that."

You all circle John B in your dad's office, candles lit all over. As you said earlier, the electric company still hadn't come to fix the wires over on the cut, leaving lanterns, flashlights, and candles as your only way to see in the dark.

John B opens the envelope with his set of keys, out of the corner of your eye you see JJ gag and spit out the piece of the mold sandwich he made. You smile to yourself, knowing that you warned him and now he had to face the consequences since he didn't listen. John B slips out a paper folded a million ways, opening it up to reveal a map with coordinates.

"Holy shit," You admire.

"X marks the spot," Pope points out. One of the several lines on the map holds an X, "Longitude, latitude." John B analyzes the map.

"Wait, there's somethin' else in there," You notice the envelope still had a lump. You dig in to find a tape recorder. You pressed the play button, Dear bird and P. The sound of your dad's voice came out and it brought an overwhelming sense of sorrow.

"Who's bird and P?" JJ asked, John B answered in a tone not too far from what you were feeling, "That's what our dad called us, I was bird and Y/N was P."

Your dad's voice came back, I hate to say, 'I told you so' but I told you so. And you doubted your old man. I suspect at this moment, John B you're filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight, and Y/N, well, don't let your brother kill himself just yet. You giggled through your sobs, leaning on John B's back with your hands folded atop his head to rest yours.

I didn't expect to find the Royal Merchant either. You were probably right to call me out, wasn't exactly father of the decade. What can I say, kids? I could smell the barn and hopefully, we're listening to this in our brand new sugar-shack down in Costa Rica, livin' off passive investments and pulling on permits. If not, and you find this for less than optimal reasons, well, that's what the map is for. You all give each other a knowing look. If somethin' happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kids. I love you, Kids, even if I didn't always act like it. I'll see you on the other side.

The tape ended, leaving you and John B with an emptiness that truly let you soak in how alone you both are. John B stands from the chair stumbling to the frame of the door, sobbing.

"Holy shit! He did it, Big John found the Royal Merchant," You heard JJ flipping out in the background about the newfound information. Kie scolds him on his timing, you go to hug your brother in comfort.

~~~

It was quiet as everyone sat around the pier waiting in anticipation for someone to speak up about the treasure you all now needed to find. You were angry at your father for a long time for leaving on what he knew was a dangerous quest for gold he might not find it, now that he had you felt ashamed but finally at peace at knowing that he died after completing his lifelong goal. This was closure for you, though you knew this was only the beginning for John B, if not only to find your father but to complete the mission of finding the Royal Merchant that your Dad worked his entire life for. The search had caused a rift in the family for a time, now at least you knew it wasn't some wild goose chase and there had been something deeper all along.

"How much was it again?" JJ ascertains.

"Four hundred mill," Pope replies, You shudder at the thought of being able to even touch four hundred million dollars.

"All right, let's talk split. Now before we say evenly, may I remind you that I am the only one that can defend us from those groupers who were after us." You roll your eyes at JJ holding up his gun in proof. "Protection? Not cheap, okay?"

He was acting as if he had been a bodyguard his entire life, "J, you haven't even trained, I bet you anything that your just gonna aim for the bad guys and end up shooting us." You mention.

"Youtube, my dear, that's at least a five percent bump right there." He argues, "Any objections? didn't think so."

Kie raises her hand, JJ ignores her and continues "I don't hear any so."

"Whatever you say JJ, Pope what are you gonna do with your hundred mill?" You turn to ask him.

"Pay for college in advance and also, textbooks. Those are expensive." A total Pope answer, you wouldn't expect anything else from him.

"What about you, Kie?" You nod at her.

"Yeah, what does a socialist do when she's rich?" JJ questions taking a sip of his beer, Kie scoffs smiling, "Just wanna make a double album about OBX, the pogues. You know, the way catch a fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley studio, Peter Tosh producing."

"Peter Tosh is dead." Pope and Kie say in sync, she slips out an "I know, spirit of Peter Tosh is will never die."

"Actually, I know what I'm gonna do." JJ declares, "I'm gonna get a big ass house on figure eight and go full kook."

"You're gonna go full kook," You stare at JJ. A boy who hated kooks wanting to go full kook, you let out a laugh.

"Yeah, you're laughing now but once you come into my mansion you're gonna see a marble statue of myself and a koi pond."

"That's if I ever visit," You smiled amused.

"Damn, after everything I've done for you. You're not gonna visit me in my mega-mansion, you'd have your own room you know," JJ suggests. You shake your head, still smiling "Define everything you've done, besides gives me constant headaches and heart attacks."

"You wound me, Princess, truly." He puts a hand on his heart in feigned hurt, "What's your plan then?"

You take a second to think, "I wanna travel the world. Travel and write stories about adventures or maybe the people I meet."

"You were always a great writer," JJ says softly staring at you. You meet his gaze, you remembered you were in 6th grade while John B, JJ, Pope, and Kie were in 7th, it was your prime crush time on JJ. You didn't bother hiding it, you would write him love letters, little things about how cute and sweet you thought he was. JJ shook it off and thought it was a running joke but little did he know you would fall more and more in love with him as the years would go on. He would write letters back flirting back until he got an actual love confession from you.

He came to talk to you after and that's when you got worried, he would usually respond in a letter and you would never really talk about your secret letters in person.

He asked if you were serious about what you wrote, you were nervously denied that it was because of the humorless tone he used when he asked. He laughed saying "Of course you weren't serious, no pogue-on-pogue macking right?" Your heart sunk, forgetting completely about the rule Kie had enforced and John B encouraged, not wanting his friend to get to you.

"Yeah, yeah," You played along not knowing what to say taking it as rejection. You didn't notice the way JJ asked in hopes that you would say the rule didn't matter, silently begging it wasn't a joke, and the notes that you and he would pass back and forth during a span of 2 months would actually mean something. "It was just jokes, J, I was just trying to see what a boy would say if I were to actually confess like that. There's this guy in my English class that sits in front of me-" You rambled about a non-existent boy to cover your lie.

After that moment you both never spoke about it, until now where you knew he was bringing up the past. The way his eyes stared fixedly at yours and the tone of his voice gave away what he was thinking and he knew you'd be the only one to understand the underlying meaning.

You tore away from his gaze to ask John B the question that circled around, "What about you, John B?"

He broke from his silent brooding atop the wooden railing and said, "To going full kook."

"To going full kook!" You all raised your beers to cheer.

~~~

You and Kie sat next to each other at the edge of the side of the HMS, both sporting new bathing suits, soaking in the sun.

JJ whistles to all your attention, "You guys see that?" You look ahead at the boat a little ways ahead, JJ spews out the facts on the boat "That's the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world's finest wakesetter, number one in luxury, quality, and performance. 200K easy."

"We picked the wrong parents," Pope commented.

"I hate to break it to you guys, but that's Topper and his girlfriend," Kie stated.

The HMS Pogue and the expensive deep plum-colored boat slowly float past each other, Sarah Cameron stares directly with her boyfriend's arm wrapped around her waist, simply facing away as you pass ignoring you all.

"You don't have to act like you don't see us, bitch," Kie glares in the direction they're heading.

Since figure eight was the only side of the island to have internet you all headed to a hotel where JJ worked when he wasn't working at the country club, to look up the coordinates of the map. Pope took the lead typing it in on the computer's digital map.

"Shit, it's on the high side, only 900 feet." John B pointed out shrugging.

"That's not too deep," JJ added. 900 feet seemed pretty deep to you, then again what did you know how far you could go underwater to retrieve hidden treasure.

"Is that doable or something?" Kie asked, JJ nodded "Yeah, totally doable."

"Okay, so how will we possibly get 900 feet down in the water, Mr. Diver." You raise a brow in question.

"The salvage yard, they got a drone that drops 1,000. It has a 360 camera and everything." JJ explained, "it's for like, deep dives and stuff, it's exactly what we need."

"Can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?" John B asked.

"Well, my dad's grimy little hands got his ass fired, I guess the salvage captain frowns on showing up shitfaced, turns out."

"But the drone's there," You inquire. He nods, "It's in the impound yard out back."

"The Royal Merchant is how much again?" You look at John B, "400 mill."

The solution to the mechanism that would lead you to the 400 million dollars that would change your lives was staring right in front of you. They all knew it, Pope sprinted to the door to block it with his body.

"No, absolutely not." He protested, "No!"

"Pope, move," Kie peeled his arms from the door successfully moving him out of the way.

"Guys, that's too-" He groaned, "Can't we do anything legal for money."

You skip out the door, excited for the new adventure tapping Pope on the cheek when you pass him to catch up with Kie and JJ, "We tried that already Poopy."

Pope complaining on the illegality of the situation all the way to the van and on the way there, despite all the reassurances that in the end, it will all be worth it.

"Pope, we're not stealing the drone, we're borrowing it." John B justifies.

Pope sits behind John B driving with his arms crossed, "Humans are the only animal that can't tell fantasy from reality."

"Did you come up with that?" John B asks.

"No, Albert Bernstein came up with that but it applies to this whole treasure-hunting thing."

"This whole treasure hunting thing gives me pirates of the Caribbean vibes," You murmur.

You catch JJ smiling into the joint he was rolling with his tongue, "So, which is it, fantasy or reality?" Pope relays the options to John B.

"Why you so weird Pope?" JJ says aloud, Kie answers Pope's question "It's fantasy, but a possible reality."

"Reality," You and Kie smile at each other.

"Virtual Reality," JJ mutters about to light the plant-filled rolled but Pope plucked it from JJ's lips, tossing it aside. "Keep the signal clear," he reminds JJ of his job.

"Rude, poopy," You picked it up putting it between your lips signaling at JJ to light it. "I need this for courage," As you spoke you pulled up where Kie's jeep was parked, the HMS Pogue connected at the back.

You open the back sliding door, "After all it's not what you do for misogyny but what misogyny can do for you."

"That's my girl," JJ encouraged. You took your last two hits passing it to JJ.

"Hey, don't worry. You got this," John B tells Kie who walks backward and says "It's not me I'm worried about."

John B then points at you "And you, try not to get into too much trouble, yeah?"

"I could say the same thing for you, big brother" You salute him before following Kie.

She drove you both to the location where JJ's dad used to work, "Plan?" You asked her before heading out.

"Use your assets, as disgusting as that sounds, distract him for a sec while I unscrew the bolts to the tires and let the air out." She sighs out, you exhale to release the anxiety.

"Sounds easy enough," You and Kie glance at each other then open the doors to get on with the plan. "We definitely need a girl's night after this," You slip in before walking up to the security gate. "Oh, for sure," Kie whispers back ducking to fulfill her part of the plan.

"Hello," You wave to catch his attention "Excuse me?"

"Can I help you?" A bald 40-year-old looking man walks up to the gate, You smile sweetly "Hi, um my friend and I actually have a flat tire."

You pleaded to whatever God that you were doing this right, "I was wondering if you could maybe help us out?" You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah," He agreed going back up to his booth to open the gate.

You let out a breath, "gross." You walk the guy to the back left side of the boat where Kie was standing pretending to observe the tire.

"Yeah, so it's right over here."

"Oh, you got help, thank god." She feigned relief, pressing a hand to her chest.

"Been sitting in the yard too long?" The guard asks.

"Yeah," You lean against the boat to play it off.

"I got this," He squats down with his tools.

"Thank you so much," You said flirtatiously. You felt his eyes roaming your body while you were looking around making sure the boys were in the clear.

A few minutes later you hear a dog barking inside the gate where the boys were, "You heard that?" The guard got up.

"Heard what?" You asked innocently, looking over at Kie who was working quickly to let the air out of the other tire.

"Oh, Tebow's got somethin',"

"It's probably just a raccoon, maybe. You know?" You thought you had him fooled when he crouched down again asking "Hey, where's your friend? It looks all good now."

He walks over to the other side, "Wait, I-"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"This one looks a little low too," She pretends to inspect it. It doesn't go over well with the guy who quickly runs inside the gate.

"Shit," You and Kie rush to the car. "They're not gonna get caught," You whisper to yourself repeatedly as a way to manifest a positive outcome.

You all reconvene at the chateau relaxing on the porch sharing the details on what happened that separated you all.

"When I tell you I had no fricking clue what I was doing!" You bark out a laugh recounting your feeling on "flirting" with the guard.

"Dude, I could tell by the way you were looking over at me every couple of seconds," Kie retorts "I thought the guy just had to know something was up."

"Hey, at least you didn't have to flirt with him, Ms. 'Oh, thank God you came to save us"

"Alright, ladies, ladies you're both pretty," JJ intervened "Who else is hungry because I'm starving!"

You rolled your eyes, John B spoke up "Kie, think you could spare us?"

"Yeah, think my parents could spare a couple of plates for my strays," She gets up arm extended towards you. You take it, the both of you strutting to the car.

~~~

You obviously couldn't tell how hungry you were from all the excitement because the moment you stepped in the wreck you could've fainted at the sight of food. You and JJ held on to each other dramatically eyes wild, searching for anything edible.

"What I would do for beer, shrimp, and grits right now," JJ spoke to himself as Kiara greeted her dad behind the counter.

You followed her deeper into the restaurant as she continued to speak with her dad, hopefully being able to convince him to let you all eat leftovers.

John B, you, JJ, and Pope circle the back tables as you look for seats; eyeing the other customer's plates. You were sure you all looked like a group of wolves foraging. You look away from the half-full plate, your stomach growling in protest. Mr. Carrera then looks at you all and you each wave, awkwardly standing, waiting for Kie's say so.

You take it as a good sign when you see Kie smiling and hugging her dad, "Sit down," She says and you all clamber to the empty chairs.

Mr. Carrera brings out 5 red baskets of food, setting them down in front of each of you. The moment it touches the table you're stuffing whatever you can fit inside your mouth.

"Jesus, Y/N" John B's eyes widen

"Oh shut up, look at yourself right now," John B was a perfect mirror of yourself, mouth full barely able to chew. At this point, your level of starvation overcame your care to look decent.

"I have never seen you eat as much as you have right now," JJ stares as if he's witnessing a cosmic event.

"Y'all are so dramatic," You get up from your chair beside JJ and move next to Pope. Kie sets up music in the background and dances to the table to set the jar of water for refills, on the table. She waves over to John B, pretending to reel him in so that he could dance with her.

You settle in the backless high chair on the small island, next to Pope, you open your mouth to grumble about being judged for the way you eat when you catch Pope staring at Kiara longingly. How could you have missed this? The obvious pining, you were too busy caught up in your own pining to see. You wondered if anyone else knew, Pope was a good guy, and though you secretly hoped for Kie and your brother to get together, Pope was everything Kie could want. He actually cared, he would put thought into everything he does for her.

You thought about how you approach this, then tossed the thought aside going for it. You nudged Pope with your shoulder, "So?"

"Oh, hey Y/N," He replied simply. You rolled your eyes, nudging him again, nodding towards Kie not so discretely.

"You're gonna have to be more specific Y/N, because I have-" He paused, putting the pieces together at the sight of your chesire smile "No."

"Yes," You smiled shaking your head eagerly.

"No, Y/N," Pope said sternly.

"Y/N, yes," You referred to yourself in the third person "When were you going to tell me?"

"There's nothing to tell," He shrugged, taking a scoop of grits and eating it.

"Sure there is and I'm gonna sit here waiting till you tell me," You cross your leg one over the other, placing your elbow on your knee and a hand on your chin. "You're gonna be sitting there for a while," He states.

"I've got time," He gives you a doubtful look. "Really, cause you got work tomorrow bright and early."

"You're wrong for that, Poopy," You shove him playfully. JJ stands behind you both, slinging his arms around both your shoulders. "What are you two chatty Charlies talking about?"

"Chatty Charlies?" You raise a brow, "a little bit premature to be using dad jokes, huh JJ?"

"I don't know, why don't ask Vanessa from 5th period," He jokes. You scrunch your nose up in disgust, "Nice JJ, real nice." Pope added.

"We were just discussing," Pope shoots you a look before you answer. "Work, I wanna ask Mr. Carrera if he would be interested in letting me work here now that John B got fired." It wasn't a complete lie, you intended on asking Kie's dad if you could start working there as your official second job. You already waited on tables at the country club so you'd have the experience from that and the times where you helped them out when you wanted to hang out with Kie while she was on her shift. You just wanted to wait for the right time to ask.

"I was telling her that my dad wouldn't mind having you work for him," Pope stated.

"As much as I love Heywards, I need a place with at least some air conditioning." You replied, "Speaking of, I think I get out while you two are delivering tomorrow, maybe I could help y'all out so you get out of it quicker?"

"If you want, it's only a couple deliveries and I think one of them is actually to the country club or right by it." Pope clarified, "Mkay, I'll meet you in the path by the docks."

JJ went to go bother John B and Kiara so you took the opportunity to whisper to Pope, "This conversation isn't over."

By the end of the night you and Kie agreed to a sleepover, she offered to give you a ride to work before joining the boys in seeing if the camera would work.

~~~

A full 6 hours of work later, your starving and tired from staying up with Kie, watching movies, and talking knowing you had work but it had been a while since you spent time with her just one on one without the influence of the boys looming over. You came to regret not getting as much sleep as you should have. You almost dropped a sleeve of plates trying to make it one trip to the table you were serving, tripping over yourself. You weren't normally clumsy, only when you lacked sleep or when something was on your mind, this time it was the former. Luckily you made it through the day, your final task being meeting up with Pope to help him with the groceries he needed to deliver to the house near the country club.

You walk down the path to where you knew Pope would come from, You were planning on waiting on the corner but heard a commotion coming from the other side. Normally, you would ignore it, minding your business so as not to get into trouble but you overheard Rafe's voice.

"My bad man," You walk to the other side to see Pope on the ground with his knees to his stomach and arms to cover his face, beers scattered everywhere.

"What the fuck is going on here?" You yell, Pope scrambles to get up and swings at Rafe, Rafe stabs the gold club into Pope's gut and swings it back, slamming onto Pope's back as he's keeled over.

"Rafe, stop!" You scream, "Topper, stop him!"

You plead at Topper who looks just as shocked as you were, Topper just holds out his hands to calm him "Rafe, Rafe! Come on, man!"

You run over to Pope, falling to your knees "Pope, Hey it's me" You grab his face in your hands to check if he was conscious.

"Stay down, bitch!" Rafe shouts, You snap your head around furiously. You lay Pope's head down so he could recover on his own for a second, you get up and march up to Rafe. "You asshole, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" You slap him, he breathes out angrily.

You try to hone your anger but you couldn't at the sight of Pope laying there struggling to breathe or to even get up, Rafe mercilessly beat Pope to the ground and for what? You turn your back on him for a second thinking he wasn't worth it but then again he deserved what was coming to him. You used all your anger to used that force took a step back and swung your fist back, your right fist connecting with his left cheek. You were sure it would leave a bruise, you picked up a bit of sand and threw it at his eyes, using his momentary blindness you kneed him in the groin.

"Y/N that's enough!" Topper warned.

"It's enough when I say it's enough!" Topper stood between you and Rafe holding out an arm to stop you. Rafe seemed to recover grabbing the golf club, hitting the ground with it, letting out a battle cry.

You thought he would've hit you with it but Topper pushed him back, "Rafe, listen, come on, man."

Rafe walks away then, comes back again towering over you, crouched down beside Pope. You glare at him as he leaned closer to you both, "Hey, We don't want you here, got that?"

"Let them go, man," Topper weak attempt at controlling his friend.

"Stay off figure eight, Pogue." You gawk at him in distaste, Topper hangs back for a second looking at the damage Rafe caused, in shock.

"You better get out of here, Topper." You warn "Because I swear to god this is not over!"

You yell louder, "you hear that Rafe! I said this isn't fucking over!"

Pope gushes out blood from his mouth, you hold back tears that threaten to slip out your eyes, the sight of him too much to handle. You inhale shakily, knowing you have to pull yourself together, "Pope, C-can you help me help you stand up?"

"Y-yes," He says with a ragged breath.

You wrap his arm over your shoulders, holding his arm with your right and your left arm around his waist to help him walk.

Pope spoke through clenched teeth, "My dad's going to kill me."

"We'll worry about that later, let just get to the boat."

The walk to the boat was a quiet struggle, he couldn't hold his weight back as much but you managed to get by without coming across a lot of people. As soon as you got to where the boat was parked, you searched for a first aid kit. You already knew what to do from years of practice, cleaning up JJ's scrapes and cuts he got from his dad. You cleaned up Pope's cuts as best you could with what you had, while you waited for JJ to get back, Pope was silent as you finished throwing out the swabs of blood.

"Pope! Dude, you are not going to believe what just happened to me, man!" JJ comes running from the long pier, "Whoo! that was the best 100 bucks I've ever made!"

Pope starts up the boat and pulls out into the marsh the moment JJ stepped foot on the deck. "Oh, what's up princess!" He ruffles your hair, "When I say count me in on all these grocery deliveries, Pope, I mean it."

"How 'bout next time, you guys use the buddy system, yeah?"

"Wait, why?" JJ looks between you and Pope confused, "What's up with you? Bro, you good?"

"No, he's not good JJ," You cross your arms.

"Yo, what happened to your face, dude?" JJ lifts Pope's cap slightly, "Jesus! what happened?"

"Rafe and Topper jumped me," Pope replied. "They said no pogues on their side of the island," The memory of Rafe crouched next to you and Pope, spitting out those words made your blood boil, it made you wish you hit Rafe more than what you already did.

"What are you gonna do?" JJ asked, "Hold up, they didn't touch you did they?" JJ grabs you by the shoulders inspecting you top to bottom.

"No, but I made sure Rafe wouldn't ever try to." You scoffed, "I don't think I could've given him the same damage though."

"You were great, Y/N, thanks." Pope gave you a pain-filled smile.

JJ pulls you closer with his arm around your shoulder, "so, what's the plan?"

"This is war Pope, they hit us, we hit them," Pope dives into the water. The plan ended up being to sink Topper's very expensive boat. You stay hidden by the wheel, out of sight out of mind, and JJ is a lookout with his sunglasses and bandana.

Pope pulls himself back into Heyward's boat, waving the piece he stole from Topper's boat.

"I'm so proud of you right now," JJ smiles triumphantly.

"Guys, you can't tell anybody," Pope states, staring at both of you directly.

"Oh, no yeah totally dude," JJ agrees.

"No, I'm serious, dude. Not Kie, not John B, nobody" He says seriously, "Y/N that goes for you too. I know John B's your brother and all but not a word,"

"Please, as if I tell John B everything, my lips are sealed." You mock zipping your lips and throwing away the key. "Yeah, what she said, now give me that," JJ demands Pope to hand over the thing Pope stole from the luxurious boat.

JJ tosses it far into the marsh, "Okay, let's get outta here!"

You watch as Toppers boat sinks into the water, as you leave.

~~~

The moment you stepped on land, you threw some random excuse at JJ and Pope telling them you'll see them later at the chateau. You were close enough to the spot, sprinting and hoping he was there. You carried your pepper spray and self-defense knife in your bag wherever you go, so if he tried anything you would be ready.

Lo and behold he was sitting with a flask in hand. "Oh ho, look who it is!" He shouts dramatically, something he did a lot you were coming to realize.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Rafe?"

"What's wrong with me?" He looked bewildered "Your friend comes to my side of the island and expects there not to be consequences."

"He was doing his job, you daddy's little bitch boy!" You shove him back once he got too close when you climbed your way to the top.

He snatches your wrist, bumping your chest into his, you fight against his hold. He holds strength in the one hand he's holding you with, he searches your face caressing it from your temple to your cheek. You stare back furiously yet in curiosity, he roughly squeezes your cheeks, "You really test my patience, angel."

"I hate you," You spat.

"Then why are you here?"

You jerk yourself out of his grip, "to tell you that our deal is off."

"You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can," You go to climb down the ladder, once again Rafe reaches for your wrist stopping you. "Our deal wasn't legally fucking binding, Rafe, let me go!"

He does as you say, once you reach the ground he yells out "You're going to regret this, Pogue!"

~~~

The sun is setting as You rush into the chateau to change and catch some waves with Pope, JJ Kie, and John B who are already in the water, sitting on their boards. The rest of the evening was spent surfing with the pogues, you weren't the best surfer but you tried and it was a fun hobby. JJ taught you how to ride a surfboard, he taught you almost everything you know funnily enough. If it wasn't for the painful feelings you have for him he would've been like a brother to you, though that spot has been taken up by Pope. But even though he'd always be the best friend you were in love with, you knew JJ had always thought of you as a sister.

One day, John B suspected something was going on between you and JJ confronted him about it. They didn't know you were right around the corner when you heard JJ say that what John B was suspecting was weird and that you were like the little sister he never had. And just like that moment with the letters, your heart broke for the second and final time. After that you never thought to assume he returned your feelings, you simply went on with how you would usually act with JJ knowing it didn't mean anything nor will it ever mean anything more to him.

All the touching and the nicknames and the flirting was just JJ being JJ. Now, you were just left with these strong unreciprocated emotions always hoping for more.

You became distracted, slipping from your board, crashing down into the water. "Woah, you almost caught that!" Kie exclaiming, referencing the mid-size wave that caused your fall.

"You good?" JJ called out to you.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna go in," You paddle to shore.

You swipe your towel from the tree branch you left it on, wrapping it around yourself then sat down at the root of the tree. You felt the urge to read your book now that you were sitting and waiting for the others, "Yo, you good?" JJ strolls up to you.

"Yeah, 'M tired" You yawned "the blow made me realize how exhausted I actually am."

He nodded, "We're gonna head out right now if you wanna head to the twinkie, could give you a piggyback ride?" He offered.

"Sure, we haven't done that in a while" You got up dusting off the towel you had still wrapped around you. "I just have to get my clothes and book," JJ waves the book you left on top of your clothes on the beach. "Oh, these?"

"Hand them over, J" You held out a hand, he only passed you the book. "My clothes?" you asked expectantly.

"Ah ah ah," He waves a nagging finger. "You're gonna have to catch me first," You shifted your weight on one foot placing a hand on your hip. "What are we five?"

"Is that any way to talk to someone who has your life in their hands?"

"You have my shorts and top JJ," You deadpanned. "I could go back home like this if I wanted to."

"Great, I like you better this way anyway." He sized you up and took a step closer, making you step back against the trunk of the tree.

"Watch yourself, J" You leaned towards him, "Wouldn't want JB seeing you flirt with his dear baby sister."

"Y/N, you're only a year younger than us," He says running a hand through his hair.

"Tell him that," You look to your left where you see John B, Pope, and Kiara coming from the water laughing about something. "For the record, I like you better this way too," You eye him up and down the same way he did to you. You took a step closer to him, your eyes stuck on his ocean blue ones like a trance. His eyes flickered to your lips then back to your eyes, "What're you doing?" You whispered.

He broke out of the bubble that had formed around you both, "Nothing princess." He hands you, your clothes and walks away. You quickly slip on your shirt and shorts, running to catch up with JJ who wasn't too far away, you use your momentum to jump. He catches you with a slight fumble, "think I was gonna let you out of the piggyback ride?"

"No," He chuckles "of course not."

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head against his, enjoying the walk.

~~~

"You really think it's out there?" Pope who was still skeptical, asked "Like no bullshit?"

You and JJ sat on the hammock, Kie, Pope, and John B sat around in chairs.

"I think I do," John B answered.

"Only one way to find out," Pope and John B did the secret handshake.

"Look we're gonna find it y'know," Kie speaks up.

"Even JJ believes," You add. Soon regretting it, "Oh my God, JJ, do you really believe?" John B mocks you.

"Totally, wait, are we talking about four mil?"

"Four hundred mil," you all clarify in unison.

"Jinx," You and Kie say at the same time. "I'm gonna dream about shipwrecks," JJ shifts to his side. "Goodnight birdshit!"

You travel on Heyward's boat at the direct location of the coordinates, you each were tasked with something to keep watch of.

JJ was steering the boat, Pope was looking at the drone screen, John B was shouting at instructions at JJ on where to keep the boat, You and Kie were keeping track of the line you had to bring the drone down on.

"Four hundred feet!" You call out. You bring down another couple of feet of the bright yellow line, "The tide's turning."

"Hey, JJ, ten seconds easy," John B says.

"Copy that," He calls back out.

"JJ, 20 seconds mid-speed, all right? south."

"Keep the tether out of the prop!" JJ states. The begins to get harder to move with the current, "I'm trying!"

"Okay, 700 feet!" The sky is now a dark gloomy gray, clouds surround the sky, this not ideal weather to be doing this. You all feel the storm coming, but you all can't leave now. Thunder crashes in the sky, "900 feet!"

"JJ, we're gonna turtle in this storm, man." John B voices.

"920!" You exclaim. John B shouts out more directions to JJ, Kie helps you after seeing you struggle with the line. "John B, there's too much current, we're gonna lose it!"

The boat comes to a steady stop, you hear beeping coming from the tablet John B is holding. "C'mon Pope, what'd you see?" he pleads.

"Nothin'. A whole lot of nothin'"

"Y/N!" Pope shouts. You shout back, "960, 970, 980!" The line almost runs out until Pope declares, "I'm at the bottom! I'm at the bottom!"

You, Kie, Pope, and John B stare at the screen, the sunken ship with barnacles and rust pops up on the screen as the camera swims around it.

John B smiles "It's the royal merchant."

Chapter 4

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𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖛𝖊

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Chapter Two: He’s very, very beautiful. Black hair in tidy waves, dark, hooded eyes lined with sooty lashes, full lips, angled jaw, and all his fine features illuminated by the glow from the pub behind you. If you’d met him anywhere else you might have blushed, but here, now, you have to resist the urge to arch a brow. Wordcount: 2.3k Content warning: language, allusions to bigotry.

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McCollin slams the Records Room logbook down on your desk and you nearly jump out of your skin. “I told you to drop it,” he says coolly.

Your initials are scribbled on the page half a dozen times over the past two weeks. You look up at him wide-eyed. “I…”

“You were only supposed to watch that stupid trial once,” he interrupts, eyes hard.

“Look, I’ve found stuff, McCollin! Merope Gaunt? She ran away with Tom Riddle, for Christs’ sake, they got married and everything! That’s why Morfin was talking about her in his trial!”

He falters, brow furrowing. “How did you find out that –”

“I’ve been doing some work on the case – off hours,” you add hastily at his expression, “and look, I know you said it was pretty cut and dry, but in that whole trial no one actually asks him why he did it –”

McCollin laughs a little unkindly. “No one asked him why he did it? Do you hear yourself? Didn’t you just say his sister married a Muggle?”

“Yeah but she died ages ago,” you say desperately, leaning forward.

“Why does that matter?”

“Morfin was released from Azkaban in ’28 and came home to find his sister gone. He lived right around the corner from those Muggles, McCollin, so why did he wait fifteen years to kill them?”

McCollin gives you a deeply sceptical look. “Your problem is that he didn’t kill them sooner?”

“My problem is there’s no reason that he didn’t kill them sooner!” you correct. “If he’s really such a nutcase, why did it take him that long to get revenge on the Riddles?”

“Maybe he didn’t know who she’d run off with until then,” he shrugs.

“Then how did he suddenly find out in ‘43?”

McCollin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look, kiddo, I’m gonna do you a favour. I’ll let all this slide if you drop this thing now and stop letting it distract you.”

You gape at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“But I’ve found –!”

“I don’t care what you’ve found, I need you to do your job,” McCollin snaps, waving at your desk. “So some pure-blood nutter murdered some Muggles because his sister ran off with one of ‘em, what in Merlin’s name is so hard to understand about that?”

“She had a kid with him!” you hiss.

He hesitates again. “You found a birth certificate?”

“No, but she died in a Muggle orphanage and was buried in the pauper’s yard, what do you think happened?”

McCollin, for the first time, looks somewhat doubtful. “Case never mentioned a kid…” he says slowly.

Hope sparks in your chest. “And where was Tom Riddle whilst his wife died in childbirth, huh? Where did the kid end up? Did Morfin know about them? Did Riddle even know?”

McCollin exhales a very fatigued sigh. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you.”

“No,” you say immediately.

“If you figure this out, will you get back to your actual job?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

You’re on the edge of your seat. “I promise.”

He grits his teeth. “Merlin… fine. What do you need?”

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You hate Azkaban. The place is dark and cold and dripping wet, the dementors never stay quite far enough away, and the screams and sobs of the prisoners within the black stone stick in your heart for weeks afterwards.

“In and out,” McCollin mutters, pulling off his hat and casting the dementor beside you an aspersing look. “Five minutes, kiddo, and then we’re gone.”

You nod quickly and step down the long, dark corridor, peering at the parchment in your hand and checking it against the cell numbers scratched into the stone on either wall. You find him around the corner. Cell 75191.

You lift your lit wand, squinting into the darkness. “Morfin…?”

There’s the faint clinking of chains and then a skin-crawling hiss that makes your heart clench in fear, followed by a rasping, phlegmy cackle.

“Morfin Gaunt?” you try again, catching sight of movement in the corner of the cell, a figure hunched there.

He only hisses again.

“I don’t speak Parseltongue, Mr Gaunt,” you say with a forced calm, “I’m here to talk about the Riddles.”

Morfin spits at the ground. “Riddles,” he growls. “Fucking Riddles, fucking filthy Muggle Riddles in their filthy stinking house, got what was coming didn’t they? Got what they deserved in the end –”

“You knew about Merope and Tom Riddle, didn’t you, Mr Gaunt?” you interrupt, hands shaking in the aching cold. You bury your non-wand hand in your pocket in vain – the chill of the prison is all-permeating.

“Filthy Riddle… filthy scumsucker…”

“Why did you kill the Riddles in 1943?”

He barks a hideous laugh. “Muggle scum they were, had it coming, saw the light leave their eyes at the end of a wand like was intended, not my sister, not my family –”

“Why did you wait, Mr Gaunt?”

There’s silence. Your heart thrums nervously.

“You got home in 1928 but you didn’t kill the Riddles until 1943… Why didn’t you kill them sooner?” you press carefully.

Morfin doesn’t reply for a moment, and then – “Muggle scum,” he mutters a little dolefully.

“Yes but what changed?” you say, patience fraying a bit. “What changed in 1943? Did something happen?”

“Scourge of the earth… got to get rid of ‘em all, that Grindelwald fellow had the right idea, get rid of ‘em –”

There’s a sound like a heavy door closing in the distance and you’re suddenly very aware that you don’t have a lot of time left. “Did you know about Merope’s child?” you ask pressingly.

Morfin descends into a coughing fit and spits what sounds like a hefty wad of mucus onto the floor of his cell. “Knew it,” he says darkly, “I knew it, that slut…”

“You knew?”

“Looked just like him, didn’t he?” he snarls.

“Who?” you say at once.

“He looked just like that nasty, filthy, disgusting Muggle… Well, they’re all dead now.” He laughs nastily again. “Rotting in the ground where they belong, Muggle scum…”

You can hear McCollin calling for you but your head is spinning. He waited… he waited fifteen years…

If Merope’s son had been born at the end of ’26, he would have been sixteen in July of ’43.

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“I know why he waited,” you breathe to McCollin the second you’re back in the safety of the Ministry.

“Why?”

“I know why he waited to kill the Riddles – Merope’s son came to find him – maybe he was looking for his family, he probably grew up in that orphanage – he really did only find out about her kid in ’43 and it made him snap and –”

“Slow down,” McCollin frowns, hand on your shoulder. “What are you saying?”

“You have to get me access to Morfin’s memory of that day,” you say intensely.

His face and his hand fall in unison. “You said that if I got you in to see Morfin, you’d let it go,” he says sharply.

“I know but Jesus McCollin! Shouldn’t we find her son?”

“This is getting out of hand,” he mutters, turning and walking off across the huge entrance hall.

“Please,” you say, following him. “Please! I –”

“No,” he says flatly.

“But –!”

“What, you want to watch murders now?”

“McCollin, just listen –”

“I’m serious, drop it,” he drawls, stepping into an elevator and turning to point at you. “I don’t wanna hear you say the name Riddle again.”

The elevator dings, the door slides shut on McCollin’s serious face, and you sigh in frustration.

“Riddle?”

Your head lifts in surprise. The voice had come from beside you, a very formally-dressed old man with curated grey hair, gold glasses, and a haughty expression. “Yes, sir…?” you ask slowly.

“Ah yes, a real shame, all that,” the man sighs, looking up at the elevators expectantly.

You blink. You recognise the man from around the Ministry, but you can’t think of a single conceivable reason why a senior member of the International Confederation of Wizards knows the name of a Muggle murdered eight years ago. “…Yes, it was.”

“Such a waste,” he shakes his head sagely. “He could have gone far.”

You don’t know what to say. “You’re… you’re talking about Tom Riddle, sir…?”

“Yes, of course,” the man titters, “Slughorn recommended him to me personally – assured me he’d go far. A real talent, he said.”

Something is definitely not right, but the man’s elevator dings and he steps inside at once, expensive robes swirling as he turns. “To end up in Knockturn Alley of all places,” he sighs, “and to think... the boy could have been Minister for Magic one day.”

The doors shut before your gobsmacked face.

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“So let me get this straight,” Mori says lowly, setting down another drink for you. “You think the kid’s here? In Knockturn Alley?”

“I think so,” you murmur as Mori takes your empty glass away. “Either that or some poor schmuck with the exact same name as a murdered Muggle is walking around completely unrelated to all this shit.”

“Have you found anything on the kid?”

You nod blankly. “Looked up the name and found a ton of stuff straight away – star pupil at Hogwarts, won a ton of awards, Prefect, Head-boy –”

“Sounds like a square,” Mori snorts.

“He fell off the map a bit after school,” you frown, leaning forward on your forearms. “Found an address from a few years back but doesn’t seem up-to-date. The guy definitely mentioned Knockturn Alley though, so –”

“If you told me a name, I’ll probably know him.”

You shoot him a nervous look. “I dunno, Mori, I’m really pissing McCollin off with this already. If he finds out I’m leaking names –”

“Well I’ll tell you this for free, no one down this way’ll take kindly to someone in Ministry robes poking their nose around,” he says darkly.

You sigh and take a sip from your drink. “I know.”

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You leave just past midnight, giving Mori a wave as you grab your cloak and head for the door, already reaching for your wand to Apparate as you push it open –

You walk straight into someone. “Oh,” you exclaim, stepping back. “I'm so sorry.”

“Not at all.”

You look up at the voice in surprise, smooth and pleasant and velvety. The face behind it is even better; he’s very, very beautiful. Black hair in tidy waves, dark, hooded eyes lined with sooty lashes, full lips, angled jaw, and all his fine features illuminated by the glow from the pub behind you as he pushes the door wide and holds it for you, stepping aside with a polite twist to his lips to let you out first.

If you’d met him anywhere else you might have blushed, but here, now, you have to resist the urge to arch a brow. He’s not exactly what you’d normally expect from customers of Moribund’s.

“Thank you,” you say evenly, stepping past him and rather theatrically hoping he’s not some sort of pretty-faced creature that would strike when your back’s turned –

“You’re from the Ministry?”

You hesitate. His question was perfectly curious and well-warranted – the purple robes you were still wearing were also not what one might normally expect from customers of Moribund’s. “I am,” you say quietly, pulling out your wand.

“Are you here on business or for pleasure?” he smiles a little. It makes him even more beautiful. It makes you more suspicious.

“A bit of both,” you say truthfully, thinking of your conversation with Mori.

“Rather strange for someone of your profession to patron a place like this,” says the young man, head tilting a fraction.

You hesitate for a moment, but if he intends on giving you trouble, it feels like a good idea to establish that you have people looking out for you around here. “I’m friends with the barman.”

“In which case it's odd I’ve not seen you more, then,” he says very smoothly, the little twist to his lips returning, “since I’m something of a regular.”

But you’ve had quite enough. “You’re letting the warmth out,” you say politely, inclining your head at the door he’s still holding open as you lift your wand. “Enjoy your drinks.”

“Would you care to join me?”

You hesitate, eyes flicking back to the young man. His head is still tilted slightly as he watches you, and suddenly you can’t tell if the curl to his lips is more attractive or unnerving.

“I’d very much like the company,” he smiles, white, straight teeth, too handsome, too gorgeous.

Alarm bells are going off in your head. Too smarmy. He knows he’s beautiful, that much was certain, and something about him is giving you the creeps in a way that feels strangely familiar. Like you’ve met him before. “No,” you say clearly, “but thanks for the invitation.”

“Ah, I should have known that someone like you would already be spoken for,” he says with a knowing nod, charming and good-natured.

“No,” you frown. You can’t tell what’s rubbing you the wrong way about him, but there’s something.

His brow lifts slightly, like your response surprised him. “Not a fan of the drink, then?”

You snort a light laugh. “No, I am.”

There’s a beat of silence. “An early morning, perhaps?” the young man says just as lightly – though there’s a very faint edge to his expression that you clock at once. He can’t figure out why you’ve rejected him. What an arrogant asshole…

You sigh a bit shortly, liking him less by the second. “Goodnight,” you say pointedly, trying to lift your wand again but –

“Have I offended you somehow, madam?” he asks, sounding slightly amused. “If I have it wasn’t my intention to do so.”

You shoot him a look that is unapologetically annoyed. “You haven’t offended me, you’ve disrespected me,” you say curtly.

His eyes sparkle, his lips curl even more. “By asking you to join me for a drink?”

“By refusing to take my answer graciously,” you retort smoothly, “I said no. I don’t appreciate being cajoled.”

Some of the humour dissipates from his face, and you seize the opportunity to escape.

“Goodnight.”

And you lift your wand in a swift motion and vanish before he can interrupt again.

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How to make a naming language - Part 1

A guide for creators who don’t want to conlang but need names and want them to be consistent

The best time to start is relatively early in the plotting and worldbuilding process when you only have a few characters and places pencilled in but you know what feel you want for the world.

We’re going to start with this map, which gives us three settlements and six landmarks to name. A manageable number to set up a system but not an overwhelming amount.

There are two ways to approach this, the proper conlang way where you create a phonology and a full grammar with exceptions and changes for the language or two methods of throwing shit against the wall.

If you want the true conlang version then there are people who will make conlangs for credit.

This is method is a manual version of the throw shit against the wall method. You can use VulgarLang to create an entire language, but it's limited in the free version which makes iterating difficult.

Step 1 - Create a system of sounds

Option 1 - Generators

Using a generator like Vulgar Lang, throw sounds at it until the words the generator is creating sound like you want them to. Record the phoneme and phonotactic settings you used in case you need more roots.

And take 20 words you like the sound of regardless of what Vulgar says they mean and stick them in a list for your first set of roots.

Mine are:

nisi, nupfaya, tsin, pansa, chur, tutli, firan, pir, ulra, fum, ichu, ping, usha, lif, sȟamus, luti, sini, yung, tisur, yuta

Vulgar will give you a romanisation system, it won't necessarily be the best romanisation system but it will be a working romanisation system that you can use as is.

Option 2 - Manual

Create a 20 "words" you like the sound of.

Doing this manually you need to decide on the romanisation scheme - how you are going to write the sounds so that your audience can correctly interpret them. Be aware of your audience, ngutsi looks strange but approachable to an English speaker, 'kil!tzzj not so much.

My brainstorming got me:

sulma, lusha, tung, chali, tlaru, ngutsi, kalli, niyu, milya, pfar, panku, wifu, fillu, ama, tasi, changtliw, fal, lipfu, lla, ngitla

I can then go through the words I've generated and decide what the syllable constraints are for this language.

That can be as simply described as in the table below:

Or you can input the sounds you've used and fiddle with Vulgar until it gives you words that fit the same contraints and save the same tables as above.

Or you can manually create you own table. Here I have the IPA characters in square brackets where the romanisation scheme differs from the IPA.

My sample words use all the places and manners of articulation as the initial consonant in a syllable but only the nasals, approximates and trills were allowed after the vowel so the syllable structure is (C)V(N/A/T).

The next question is where do you want stress to fall in the word. The easy answer for an English speaker is for stress to fall on the penultimate syllable of the word unless it is shorter than two syllables in which case it will fall on the final syllable.

Step 2 - Coin words

Option 1 - English Relex

In a normal conlang you want to avoid creating an English relex i.e having the same grammar as English and just recreating words for English meanings one to one. That isn't necessarily true for a naming language.

The easiest naming language takes the placeholder names you have been using, the roots you've selected and matches them one to one with the English equivalents

Big Mountain > Nisi Nupfaya

Small Mountains > Small Mountain-Plural Marker > Tsin Nupfayalif

Eastern Mountain Range = Eastern Mountains > Pansa Nupfayalif

Eastern Sea > Pansa Chur

Western Sea = Big Sea > Nisi Chur

Big River = Nisi Tutli

Which is fine. Save the meanings in a table like the one below and next time you need a word for mountain you know it's Nupfaya in your naming language.

Option 2 - English Relex with Worldbuilding

It that feels a little obvious then the next option is to do some worldbuilding about what the people of your world call the places you are naming.

Big Mountain = Sun God's Door > Sun God-possession marker Door >Lushafal Tung

Small Mountains > Small Mountain-plural marker > Chali Ngutsilla

Eastern Mountain Range = Sun God's Mountains > Sun God-possession marker Mountain-plural marker > Lushafal Ngutsilla

Eastern Sea = Sea Beyond > Milya Pfar

Western Sea = Fisherman's Bay > Fisherman-possesion marker Bay/Sea > Changtliwfal Milya

Big River = Physical body of Water goddess > Sulma

If you go this route one way to further disguise the English relex is not to translate your idioms. For example, this culture says "Lusha has drawn his curtains" when a storm rolls in from the east. If I were to pick a root for each word and stick it together, it would to an audience who care be very obvious that it's just an cipher and to an audience who don't care the sentence would just be meaning less babble. Whereas both of those audiences learn something about the culture from the straight phrase.

Option 3 - Make a Basic Conlang

The third option is to create a basic conlang. This is long even as just the bare bones.

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young dumb thrills

Day 26, Post #2 by @accio-broom

Title: young dumb thrills Author/Artist: accio-broom Pairing: Gryffindor pals Prompt: Studying together Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Ron likes to swear, a lot. Also, the lads enjoy not speaking very nicely about the women in their year.

“Merlin, this potions essay is a pile of wank. I'm so fucking bored.”

Seamus snaps his book shut, his Irish lilt filling the dorm room and disturbing the peace. Until the rude intrusion, Ron had been attempting to write a Transfiguration essay on the benefits of Non-verbal spells, although he was struggling without Hermione’s usual help.

Four heads, belonging to the various bodies strewn around the place, lift from their books and parchment. The sixth-year Gryffindors throw frowns and obscenities at their friend.

“Well, it was your idea for us to do something together,” Dean comments, letting his head loll to the side to rest on his arms, his eyes closing.

“Yeah, but when I suggested it, I had a night of debauchery and booze on my mind. Not being shut up here on a Friday night.”

Ron laughs and abandons his parchment on the bedroom floor. He rolls off his tummy then wriggles into a sitting position, his back flush against his trunk. It allows him a better view of his dorm mates.

Seamus is sat up in his bed, resting against the headboard, his now shut Potions book by his feet. Dean sits in one of the window seats whilst Neville is perched next to his bedside table, crooning at his Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Harry is in one of the cosy armchairs next to the fire, switching his obsessive gaze between the Marauder’s Map and the Half-Blood Prince’s Potions book.

“Debauchery?” Ron scoffs. “What kind of stuff did you think we’d be getting up to stuck in Gryffindor tower? You tried sneaking in the Firewhisky, but you were thick enough to let Filch catch you. McGonagall has got us on lockdown because of you, and we can’t even sneak out the window for a fly ‘cos it’s pissing down outside.”

Frowning, Seamus retorts, “At least I tried. Anyways, you and Potter don’t seem to have any difficulties getting yourselves into trouble, despite the rules and detentions and any other fucking thing the staff throw at you.”

Harry, who has been a silent observer up until now, finally pipes up, “You know, I’d gladly trade places with you, Seamus, if it means getting a quiet year without Voldemort trying to kill me.”

The other four boys shudder at Harry’s use of You-Know-Who’s real name. Once he has recovered, Seamus waves a dismissive hand before flopping down onto his stomach.

“Yeah, yeah. We all know that Voldie prefers to wait until the end of the year before trying to kill you. You could at least enjoy yourself up until then.” A heavy sigh escapes his lips. “How did it come to this, lads? We're all virile, good looking fellas. Well, apart from Nev. Yet, here we are on a Friday night, with only each other for company.”

“Oi!” Neville frowns, swivelling to face his friends with his hands on his hips. “At least I managed to get a date for the Yule Ball. Dean didn’t go with anyone.”

“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now.”

Dean’s cheeks darken as Ron’s eyes narrow. The redhead’s stomach churns. Sure, he’s adjusted to catching Dean snogging his sister in the common room now, but it doesn’t mean he enjoys it. He knows the type of stuff Dean gets up to, the sort of things he says behind closed doors. He’d rather Ginny didn’t get involved with a guy like Dean, but Ron knows it’s out of his control.

“Out of all of us,” Dean continues, “It’s only Weasley and me who have birds.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Ron joins in, mostly to distract himself from his overprotective urges. Ginny is more than capable of looking after herself, and she’s told him enough fucking times, too. “And I could be downstairs with Lav right now, but you were so adamant that we were going to have a good night. Anyway, you can take the piss out of Neville all you want, but I bet you haven’t even snogged a girl, Seamus.”

The Irish Gryffindor’s eyes brighten with glee. “Yeah, I have. Your girl.”

Ron isn’t surprised at the emptiness he feels at the jibe. His feelings for Lavender fizzled out ages ago, and he’s been trying to finish things for weeks. The only problem is he can’t seem to say or do the right thing to scare her away. He should probably come out and say it, try this honesty thing Hermione is always harping about, but Ron likes his balls attached to his body. Plus, it’s kind of nice having a girlfriend and feeling like someone wants him.

Still, he has to keep up appearances. He reaches behind his trunk and fishes out one of his trainers from under his bed before hurling it at Seamus. The guy moves fast, rolling to the side to avoid being hit in the head as he bursts out laughing.

“And a good kisser she is too,” he adds.

“Who do you reckon is the best snogger out of the whole of Gryffindor?” Dean muses.

Ron mutters, “Aren’t you still dating my sister, Dean?”

He knows his anger is irrational, Dean has done nothing wrong, but the images of the guy snogging Ginny then moving on to the next girl to compare them fills his brain, making him feel sick.

Seamus interrupts, still laughing. “For the guys? Then it’s me for sure. But I don’t know who’s the best out of the girls. I’ve snogged quite a lot of them. Some of them are amazing, and others are shit.”

“Fuck off have you,” Dean laughs too. “You’ve snogged Lavender, and that’s it.”

“Nah, I’m being honest with you. Weasley turned me down. It’s only her and Granger I haven’t snogged, truth be told.”

Ron sits bolt upright, all his fury at Dean forgotten as his heart pounds an irregular beat against his ribcage. However, he tries to arrange his face into a calm look. A few times, his secret crush on Hermione has almost been exposed, mostly via mutterings in his sleep. But so far, he’s managed to keep a firm lid on it, or so he believes.

“I don’t think Hermione has snogged anyone,” says Neville.

Dean shakes his head. “I’d put five knuts on her having snogged someone. She went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, after all.”

“Doesn’t mean she kissed him.” Seamus shrugs.

Harry pipes up again. “She did.” He blushes as all eyes settle on him. “Only a small one, though.”

The rest of the room erupts in fits of laughter, but Ron can’t hear it over the roar of his heart in his ears. He digs his fingernails into his leg, ignoring the flare of pain as they break the skin. So, Harry knows that Hermione snogged Vicky, too? How many people did Hermione tell? How the fuck could his best friend keep something like this from him? Why hasn’t anybody told him?

Out of the corner of his eye, Ron can see that Harry is staring at him, but he refuses to meet the git’s gaze. His blood boils around his veins.

“She must be a good kisser then if she managed to keep Krum interested. Not exactly a looker, is she?” says Seamus, in between giggles.

Ron whips his head around to glare at Harry. Despite instigating this latest uproar, the specky git does nothing to stick up for their best friend. Their dorm mates are tearing apart Hermione’s honour right now, but Harry already has his nose buried back in that fucking map, tracing Draco’s path through the school. Harry is bloody obsessed with the Slytherin prick. He probably fucking fancies him.

“You can barely even see she has boobs when she’s in her jumper,” Dean agrees.

“Yeah, and don’t get me started on her hair.”

Neville frowns. “Now, come on, guys. I think you’re being a bit mean. Hermione’s alright.”

“Oohhh, she’s alright, is she?” Seamus rounds on Neville now.

Dean joins in, wiping his eyes. “Aww, that’s nice. At least someone likes her.”

No longer in control of his reactions, Ron jumps to his feet, trembling hands clenched at his sides.

“Enough!” he roars, loud enough so that everyone has their attention pinned on him. “Leave her alone! What the fuck has she ever done to you?” He gestures around the dormitory, daring any of them to speak up. “Don’t get her involved in your bullshit talk.”

“Oh, so it’s alright for us to discuss snogging your girlfriend, but not Hermione Granger?” Seamus slides off his bed, squaring up to Ron. “You need to work out where your loyalties lie. If Lavender found out, she wouldn’t be pleased.”

Ron eyes his friend, trying to determine if he should punch him. After a moment’s deliberation, he decides it’s not worth it. Ron is a prefect and is supposed to be setting a good example. Plus, there’d probably be a fight, and he isn’t sure he has the energy for that tonight. Seamus has a good right hook, after all.

“Fuck off.” Ron pushes past Seamus and strides towards the door, yanking it open. He leaves the dormitory without looking back, pulling the door closed behind him so hard, he’s sure everyone in Hogsmeade can hear the resounding thunk. The dormitory bursts into another round of hysterical laughter, fuelling Ron’s rage.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he reaches the common room with a loud huff, only to meet a startled Hermione at the foot of the staircase. Ron’s face floods with heat as she eyes him up and down, a disparaging look on her face.

“Ron, wh—”

He doesn’t give her the chance to finish her question.

“Leave me alone.”

Stomping towards the portrait hole, Ron barks at the Fat Lady to open without saying please, before heading out. He picks a random direction, then walks.

Fuck the lot of them.

Fuck his friends for being dicks about Hermione and girls in general. No wonder Harry wanted to keep out of it all. And fuck that specky git for not jumping to Hermione’s defence. Fuck Hermione for choosing now to break her months of silence, only to piss him off even more. But most of all, fuck his fucking feelings for making him react so defensively about the fucking witch in the first place.

He’s never going to live this down, for fuck’s sake.

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Stalker X Stalker, Part 11

First

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Plot? What's that? I only know domestic fluff

She really didn’t know what to think when Tim asked to move in for a second time the next morning.

On the one hand, it felt like she was taking advantage of him. He’d seen her get shot and she doubted he’d really thought rationally since.

On the other hand… he essentially lived there already and it would do a lot to alleviate the anxiety the both of them had...

She rubbed her eyes -- ha, as if she hadn’t been awake the whole night to make sure he hadn’t had nightmares -- for an excuse to look away while she thought. What should she do? She would be lying if she said she didn’t want him to move in, she knew that was clouding her judgement, but even if she recognized her bias it wasn’t easy to just put it aside.

She sighed lightly and lowered a hand from her eyes. Tim looked really cute after having just woken up with his hair all messy and his eyes half lidded and one of his cheeks slightly flatter where he’d been resting his head against her and who can really say no to that face?

… well, Marinette supposed that would allow both of them to relax a little...

She let her hands drop to rest on top of his.

“Sure, darling. If you want you can move in… but, if you ever want to move out, I won’t stop you. Just ask.”

He cracked a tiny smile. “The only time I’d ever move out of this place is if you were changing apartments.”

She snickered. “Where I go, you go?”

“You have no idea,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “You bats and your dumb cryptic sentences. Would it kill you guys to ever say a single thing directly?”

“Yes. I’m pretty sure that I would drop dead on the spot.”

Her lips twitched. “Oh yeah? Heart attack or sniper?”

“Can’t tell you. I would drop dead on the spot.”

“Damn. Foiled again by the… mystery cause of death!”

The smile on Tim’s face brightened and he looped his arms around her. “You’d save me.”

“Oh? And miss out on my chance to get that rich boy money you probably gave me in your will?”

He schooled his face back into a serious look. “I see. I’ll have to write you out of my will, then. Make sure you bring me back.”

“Nooooooooo! My scheme! Ruined! Now how will I become a millionaire without trying?!”

They looked at each other for a few seconds, his face purposefully smug and hers pinched into a frown…

And then they broke character, giggles falling from their lips and smiles lighting up their faces. She tipped her head forward until it rested against his chest. He squeezed her tighter.

Then, to her surprise, he flopped back on the couch, pulling her with him. “Alright, sleepy time,” he said cheerfully.

“Darling --.”

“You didn’t sleep last night. Sleep.”

She pressed against his chest until she could sit up just enough to glare at him. “I have super strength. May not be as strong as Connor or anything but I can definitely get away from you if I wanted.”

“Of course.” A smug look made its way across his face. “But you wouldn’t hurt your darling, would you?”

She glared harder despite the slight reddening of her cheeks. His smirk didn’t waver.

Marinette huffed and dropped back down. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me.”

She didn’t respond to that, instead just grumbling ‘pillows don’t talk’ and letting herself finally nod off.

Having two perfectionists trying to figure out the layout of a limited living space might not have been their brightest idea. They should have, at least, gotten someone to help.

Instead they had brought out Marinette’s tape measure and mapped out the entire apartment on a sheet of paper and then made tiny shapes for the furniture. Now, they sat at the table, obsessively moving pieces around.

It could have been worse, of course. Neither of them were the type to hoard things. He wasn’t all that concerned with anything other than his clothes and his laptop. Marinette only cared about her clothes, video games, and baking tools -- all of which could be tucked away in the provided closets and cabinets with ease. If needed they could probably get by with nothing but a dresser and a pull out bed each.

So, yeah, their own personal living styles weren’t the problem…

It was their work. Who knew their workaholic tendencies would be their downfall (besides everyone, of course)? She needed a lot of space for her fabrics and mannequins to make sure nothing got damaged. Tim would need a lot of space for his supercomputer if he didn’t want to make the long trip to Bristol every night.

Speaking of the trip to Bristol! He needed a place to put his motorbike and his suit. Shit. He could find a place to park his bike if he tried, but… he started cutting out a piece for the suit.

Marinette saw him adding more stuff and her head hit the table.

He snickered a little and poked her hair until she, however reluctantly, picked her head back up to send him a halfhearted glare. He smiled, reaching over and plucking the tiny square of paper from where it had stuck itself to her forehead. A blush spread across her cheeks.

Then she happened to glance down and her annoyance was back in full force.

“We didn’t think this through,” she said.

His smile became more strained as he looked down at their map. “Moving sounds so easy on paper.”

“Maybe it’s easier for people who don’t have such complicated lives.”

“Yeah. You’re right. I’m quitting.”

“Aw, but then I’ll lose my patrol buddy! I’ll have to do everything with your siblings instead.”

His nose scrunched up. “God, no. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please, you love your siblings.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know they’re the worst.”

She looked like she was going to argue, but then she tipped her head and nodded. “True.”

He snickered.

Their smiles disappeared quickly as they looked back at the layout of the apartment. Could they even fit all their stuff?

… wait, actually, could they?

He started shuffling things in and he realized that, if they wanted to have space to walk, there wasn’t enough room. No wonder they’d had so much trouble finding a layout that would work. It was literally impossible. They needed more space.

She hesitated slightly. “... what if we bought out the apartment next to this one for work? It could even double as a backup in case you ever decide you want to have a place of your own again.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Can we do that?”

“You’re rich, you could probably figure it out.”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean, yes, we can technically kick out the people next door but I’d kind of prefer if we didn’t displace random families.”

“I mean… we could always…” She made a stabbing motion.

He couldn’t laugh at that. Laughing at that would be bad. So he wouldn’t do that.

“Bean -- Mari -- no.”

“I’m just saying! We’d even get the apartment at a discount!”

Okay, he might have laughed a little.

… they didn’t end up stabbing anyone but, hey, if the family next door happened to get some huge scholarship courtesy of The Wayne Foundation that they didn’t remember applying for with the stipulation that they would have to move districts... then they just so happened to have a lucky break. Good for them.

Which meant that they only really needed to buy a desk, a dresser, and a bed.

So they went to Ikea! A boring place where no shenanigans ever happen!

… well, no shenanigans ever happen if you’re not a pair of vigilantes that bounce bad ideas off of each other like they were playing a particularly intense game of Don’t Let The Balloon Touch The Ground and the entire world would blow up if they dared to lose.

Speaking of things that touch the ground, the resident dumbasses should probably have kept their feet firmly planted on it.

Marinette squinted down the escalator. “Oh, they’re definitely going to kick us out.”

“Definitely,” he agreed.

“Maybe arrested.”

“Maybe that, too,” he said brightly, checking the pot over his head to make sure it wouldn’t come off.

“... the PR team is going to hate us,” she warned him.

“Absolutely.” He could feel the gaze on the back of his head, telling him that the employees had noticed them and, quite likely, knew what they were planning. “Ready?”

A grin spread across her face. “Of course.”

He smirked. “Good, because they’re coming.”

She glanced back at the employees making their way over to interfere.

“Threetwoonego!”

He pushed off with his foot, relishing in her indignant yelp, and grinned widely as he started the very bumpy ride that was snowboarding down an escalator. He’d thought he’d be more or less okay because he had been a skateboarder but it turns out that boarding down moving stairs is very different from boarding down flat planes. He let loose a string of curses as he struggled to hold the plank of wood to his feet and not die a very painful, very stupid death.

Marinette came whizzing past him, eyes wide and the tray she’d been using as a board somehow missing.

She met his eyes briefly and flashed a grin.

And then they crashed.

It was about as painful as one would expect. Tim was glad that he’d thought to give himself a pot-helmet-thing because it had cracked down the middle and he didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t done that.

And he was the lucky one. He got out with a few bruises and a better appreciation for his own life. Marinette was nursing an arm that looked like it was trying to imitate the escalator they had just slid down, lips pressed together tightly as tears threatened to escape.

He carefully crawled over to check for any other injuries that might have been less noticeable.

She grinned up at him, either because he was currently checking to see if her teeth were all in place or to be smug. What she could currently be smug about, though, he had no clue…

“You’re so stupid,” he told her, just in case she wasn’t already aware.

Her smug grin remained even after he had removed the finger from her mouth. “You’re just mad that I won.”

“... sorry?” He hadn’t even been thinking about their impromptu race, too concentrated on the whole ‘making sure they hadn’t just died’ thing, and it took a moment for his brain to catch up. Then he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, won a pretty new cast, maybe.”

She snickered. “You had to cheat and you still didn’t even win. How does it feel to suck?”

“Probably still better than it feels to have a broken arm.”

She sat up. “It’s fine, I’ll live.”

He snorted. “You bet you will. I’m going to bubble wrap the whole apartment.”

“You can’t babyproof the place! We don’t even have kids yet!”

Before he could question her use of the word ‘yet’, the employees managed to get their attention. They were trying to get down the currently very broken escalator and the one that was currently going the wrong way for them. Despite this, the two of them had only a minute max before they reached them.

Marinette and Tim locked eyes.

“Run?” She suggested.

He was already getting to his feet. He dropped a business card for the employees and turned to her.

He grabbed her good hand and they sprinted out of the store, smiles lighting up their faces and laughter spilling from their lips. The poor employees hadn’t stood a chance of catching the two vigilantes, even injured as they were. They knew the city like the back of their hands and were able to weave in and out of side streets and alleyways without much thought.

Once they were sure that no one was following them -- leaving a store unattended in Gotham was a terrible idea and Tim had left a card for them to call -- she tugged him to hide between two buildings.

They squeezed into the tiny space and leaned into each other for support while they struggled to catch their breath. Her good hand came up to grip his shirt. He rested his forehead against the wall above her.

She lifted her gaze to his and he wished she hadn’t because he’d already been out of breath enough before she’d done that but now here was staring into her blue eyes, the corners crinkled in a way that had become so familiar to him over the past few months, and god… all he could think about was all the stories that described how time stopped when you fell in love… and how those stories couldn’t be more wrong. He would have hated for that to happen because if time stopped then he would have to see that perfect smile of hers in anything but real time and he doubted that it would have looked nearly as beautiful without the way her shoulders shook with barely restrained laughter or the slight fluttering of her lashes or the steady pinkening of her cheeks.

She finally gave a little puff of laughter. “What?”

He blinked once, trying to bring himself back to what was going on. “Oh, I was just thinking…”

“Oh? Don’t strain yourself.”

He smiled. “I was just going to say something nice but instead I’ll insult you on your stealth. You’d be a terrible criminal, laughing during your getaway.”

She rolled her eyes. “You laughed, too.”

“Yeah, but when I did it it was super cool and professional.”

“Ah, I see. How could I not have noticed it before?”

He snickered. “Well, if today has proved anything, it’s that you are not, in fact, the world’s greatest detective.”

She grinned. “You were the one that put the pot on my head originally.”

“You came up with the idea to go down the escalators like that.”

“You agreed.”

“You -- I -- shut up,” he complained, sending her a glare.

She smiled at him until he pretty much had no choice but to smile back, letting his head fall the last few inches to press his forehead against hers.

Her hand gripped his shirt a little tighter.

He moved his hands from the wall to her waist.

They stood there, letting time pass them by, searching each other's eyes for some sort of answer to the question neither of them could bring themselves to ask aloud. He bit his lip, trying to swallow down his anxiety.

Her eyes flicked to his lips, her own parted as if to say something, before she seemed to think better of it.

She closed the gap. His heart skipped a beat at the feather-soft feeling of her lips against his and he let his eyes flutter shut. She teased his lip out from between his teeth with her own.

And then she pulled back just slightly.

He opened his eyes just enough to see her shy smile and the blush lighting up her face.

“You… you really have to stop doing that. They’ll get chapped --.”

He pressed forward again, capturing her lips in a kiss that was far more desperate than the last. She gasped quietly and he took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. The hand fisted in his shirt slid up to wrap around the back of his neck, dragging him even closer. He pressed her back against the wall, a hand trailing up to tangle itself in her hair, trying to reach more --.

She brought her bad arm up to cradle his face and then yelped in pain.

He jumped back. Right. Broken arm. Looks like a staircase. Not good.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh… let’s get you treated.”

Marinette ended up with a pink cast and an order to stay home for at least a week.

She pouted, resting her head back against the couch as she watched him shuffle around in search of his second shoe (it was tucked behind her back, but he didn’t need to know that). “I’m not a child, you guys can’t just ground me,” she complained for what felt like the millionth time.

Tim rolled his eyes. “We all have to do it when we break bones unless it’s an all hands on deck situation. Been like that since even before I was Robin.”

“But B goes out with broken bones all the time!”

“That’s different.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“It is. If there is a situation where B can be a hypocrite he will do it”

Marinette scoffed. “And you’re allowed out because…?”

He started counting off on his fingers. “None of my bones are broken, my job requires me to leave, I don’t get in trouble 9/10 times I leave the house… should I go on?”

“Last one is a lie,” she mumbled.

“No, I only get in trouble, like, 8/10 times I leave.”

It was hard to maintain her glare. She settled for sticking her tongue out at him like the mature adult she was. He returned it, despite the fact that he was also an adult according to the law.

He grinned and came to sit next to her on the couch. She shifted around until she was leaning against him instead of the couch, legs tangling with his.

He didn’t say anything about the blatant attempt at trapping him there with her. Instead, he leaned closer to her face and said: “Speaking of leaving, do you happen to know where my other shoe is?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Why do I get the feeling that you already know where it is?”

He snickered. “I know you, Bean. So, can I have it back?”

“Hm… I don’t know…” she said, twirling his tie around her hand.

He let her pull him down for a kiss. She giggled against his lips as his hands ghosted over her in search of the missing shoe. She kept her good hand at his collar as a kind of silent promise that she wouldn’t -- couldn’t -- move the shoe, even throwing her bad arm around his neck just in case.

He pulled away a few moments later, squinting at her suspiciously. “I’m beginning to suspect I’ve been tricked.”

Her eyes widened in mock innocence. “Me? Trick you? I could never.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, where is it?”

She glanced at the time and smirked. “I guess you’ve earned it…” She pulled her foot out from between the couch cushions to show him the shoe she had hastily slipped on when he’d gotten close.

He scoffed lightly and slipped it off. “Y’know, if I had literally one of the most common fetishes in the world that wouldn’t have worked.”

“But you don’t, so it did,” she chirped with a cheeky grin.

“Guess that’s true…” He pecked her lips one last time before pulling his shoe on and she grinned as she watched him head to the door.

Only to stop a little short because of a knock.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced back. “Are one of my siblings coming over?”

She pressed her lips together thinly to keep herself from laughing. “It’s not any of their normal times. I just figured that, if I had to be home alone all day and couldn’t really do any work because my stupid cast, I should at least keep busy while you were gone.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. He stepped forward and opened the door to reveal a delivery guy with three giant boxes. The furniture they had ordered from Ikea had arrived.

He signed for them and then turned to glare at her. “You planned all this so I couldn’t go.”

“I mean… you could always leave me here to do them myself.” She batted her eyelashes at him innocently. “Of course, my broken arm will make it a little difficult but I’m sure I’ll manage.”

She had been stared down by Batman in full kevlar, she could handle the glare Tim gave her in his slightly messy work suit.

Then, he sighed. “Do you have a backup plan?”

“Obviously. Don’t think you’ll like that one as much.”

He scowled. “You’re really this determined to not be home alone?”

“Oh, no, this is about getting B to allow me out. Trapping you and your siblings here is just a means to that end.”

“You’re going to be trapping my siblings here, too?”

She grinned. “Yep. They show up all the time, might as well use that.”

His shoulders slumped a little.

She giggled. “If I have to stay inside all the time then so do you guys. It’s the rules.”

And, so, she reached for him until he pressed a short kiss to her lips.

Then, they got to work. Or, rather, he did. She had been relegated to just sitting nearby and helping him figure out how to build it.

She took a few pictures for their public accounts as necessary: a picture of him with three screws poking out of his mouth while he tried to figure out the weird L-shaped tool he’d been given, a picture of the two of them staring at the instruction sheet with confused frowns on their faces (taken by Tikki), Vanelope enjoying the boxes the stuff had come in, what was definitely not a thirst pic of Tim, and then the finished furniture in the apartment.

It was there, right before she was about to post it, that she realized that she hadn’t actually publicly followed any of the Waynes. She squinted at her bio, which proclaimed that she would only follow people she genuinely liked, and then at the ten people she had followed. The internet would notice if she suddenly followed eight more people.

“Darling?”

He peeked an eye open from where he was relaxing on the couch and then raised an arm for her. She took his hand and smiled a little when he pulled her into his lap so he could hug her like a pillow.

Then she pulled a more serious look to her face. “Do you want to go public or not?”

He buried his face in her neck. “Sure.”

“... not even gonna think about it?”

He shrugged. “They’re going to suspect it no matter what. Especially since we were goofing around in an Ikea of all places and you’re uploading pictures of me helping you with furniture.”

She nodded slightly. “I know, but I don’t have to upload them.”

There was a long silence as they considered their options.

Eventually he just sighed and tightened his grip on her. “I’ll go with anything you want to do, Bean.”

She relaxed slowly and, hesitantly, she sent him the photos. “Here, you can upload them, too. Might as well make it public on both of our accounts.”

He picked his head up slightly to check out the pictures. She felt his lips curl into a smile against her shoulder at the picture of Vanelope. “This one is nice.”

She snickered. “All cats are cute, obviously it would make a nice picture.”

He hummed his agreement. “No offense to you, you’re cute and all, but the cat definitely wins the cutest here.”

“I’m not offended at all. We could never beat that.”

Then, she got an idea.

“Except… maybe… want a picture of us kissing for the reveal?”

“I’ll take any excuse,” he said with a wink.

She rolled her eyes even as she felt her face warm. “You don’t need an excuse to kiss me, dumbass.”

Now it was his turn to blush. Yay, revenge.

… also, it would be cute for the picture if they were both a little red for it.

She twisted in his lap to press a kiss to his lips. His hands came up to cradle her face. She threw her bad arm around his neck, fingers threaded in his hair.

Her camera clicked. They ignored it.

#im going to write a million words of fluff and no one can stop me #unless i get like zero likes #im v motivated by likes and reblogs pls guys i need it #pls #also they're getting worseeeeeee #tim is lowkey possessive and mari is lowkey controlling #but its v lowkey so #baaasically doesn't exist #stalker x stalker #maribat #tim drake #red robin #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #timari #timmari #timinette #shutterbug

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mutable-star-child · 3 years

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Astro notes from my personal birth chart ♊️ 🌞 ♋️ 🌝 Gemini asc ♊️

🌻 Having personal planets spread out in 5 different signs can make for a bit of an identity crisis hahah I have sooo many different interests and people find me to be one confusing ass person , it’s taken me years to find this as a blessing in disguise as I can relate to these 5 signs and with a wide variety of people quite easily.

🌻My Mars in Pisces ♓️ in the 11th house does in fact make me stick up for the underdog , i am not attracted to feet at all , and when I am in a sexual relationship I prefer to be friends with my lover. The detachedness from the 11th house with the watery energy in my Mars is a fucking contridiction . I find myself needing emotional intimacy with a partner but then when I’m in the act I can be in another world , I usually get pulled back with kissing 😽

🌻my Venus in Aries ♈️ in the 12th house is another paradox. I’m definitely more toned down than other Venus in Aries placements. I love the chase , but then one day you may get a shy side of me . It’s this hot and cold kind of energy which probably confuses the shit out of people , but at the end of the day I go by how I feel . Once in a committed relationship I’m IN IT , I have zero desire for anyone else . I think of this placement and energy as in this lifetime I’m to learn SELF LOVE ❤️ Aries Venus are astrologically sometimes perceived as selfish and the 12th house Venus needs to learn to give themselves the love they’re constantly over giving to others .

🌻 My mercury in Taurus ♉️ in the 12th house is my chart ruler and the ruler of my sun . For a Gemini I find myself to be quite reserved and I give credit to this baby , I know when to keep my mouth shut . Upon meeting new people or starting a new job , I sit back , and I watch , and I feel things out. It takes me a little bit to read the energies of the people around me to really open up and be my goofy self. I like to read things slowly and methodically, it takes time but once it’s learned , it’s in there for good. I get compliments on my voice allll the time and man do I love expensive journals and pens hahah nothing but the best.

🌻 Gemini ♊️ sun , conjunct the ascendant from the 12th house . When I was younger , I was extremely shy and didn’t know why people would look at me or stare at me and it made me feel self conscious as fuck . Ta da ! I feel this placement makes me confusing because well ... Gemini are the twins 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️and it’s conjunct my Gemini ascendant. I feel like a Gemini , then I also feel like a Leo rising and have a lot of Leo rising traits , but my sun feels like a Pisces some days too and I have the traits of a 12th house sun , buttt on other days I feel like a first house sun and carry a lot of 1st house sun traits 🤷🏻‍♀️

🌻 My biological father is a Pisces sun (12th house) and my mother is a 1st house sun , I therefore carry both of their energies in this 1 placement .

🌻 my step dad is a Pisces Venus and my mother is a 1st house Venus , I’m a Aries Venus in the 12th house I carry both of their energies in this placement as well.

🌻Gemini sun with a cancer moon makes for one very emotional Gemini lol , it’s funny tho because when I was younger I didn’t know people thought that I was cold and detached , but deep down my ass felt everything . It took me awhile to learn to work with these two energies.

🌻Gemini rising with an Aquarius mid heaven , people think I’m cool and aloof if they don’t know me , but once they talk to me they’re always so surprised at how “bubbly” I am .

🌻 Cancer moon conjunct Jupiter in Cancer . When I’m happy it expands out to everyone and everything ... but just how everything in this life is dualistic , if my moon square Mars ( Pisces / repressed anger) gets triggered ... watch the fuck out . When I was younger I wouldn’t even know I was mad until one day I would just explode and that’s how it felt , like an explosion of angry emotions that wouldn’t stop until everything was out . I’ve been working my ass off with working with my emotions. Just because you have certain placements or energies or aspects doesn’t mean you can’t learn to deal with them in a healthy manner.

🌻I’ve noticed that I have a lot of air moon friends , I find that I learn from them and question how they deal with their emotions , I find them fascinating that they can detach and analyze them or mind map them . I teach them how to feel the emotion and they teach me how to not get so damn lost in my emotions .

🌻 Moon in the 2nd house ; classic eats to emotionally feel better , another thing I’ve been working on . Instead of going for chocolate let’s dig around and see why we feel like this and not try to bandaid it .

🌻Jupiter conjunct Chiron , I’m half Caucasian and half aboriginal . I didn’t get to grow up with my aboriginal side of the family and on my Caucasian side I’m the only one who’s of a different ethnicity . I felt between worlds in a way growing up , I never knew where I fit in and never felt like I could fit in anywhere . It was this walking in the middle feeling .

🌻Pluto in Scorpio conjunct Black Moon Lilith in the 6th house . I remember being a kid and like some parents hating me .. for no reason . I also remember adults sexualizing me before I even knew what it was or was having sex . This aspect opposite my mercury in Taurus in the 12th house makes me extremely into psychology and esoteric studies . I find dating to be difficult at times because I can read douche bags like an open book . Hahah Lilith and Pluto in the 6th Opposite my mercury I find myself in a lot of sexual innuendos 🙄 . People sexualize me at everyday boring things , work , running errands , the *gym . When I was young and didn’t know how to deal with my emotional state this combo was deadly , depression, anxiety , suicidal thoughts . The Plutonian energies were so intense .

🌻 Uranus retrograde in the 8th house . Ummm yeah I know I’m weird , but have no fucking clue why lol 😂. This placement makes you painfully aware of being differen, on a plus it also makes you your own therapist. I went from drug party girl running away from her traumas to power engineer , owning her own house and doesn’t smoke , drink , or do drugs . Another psychology lovers placement and astrology lover 🥰. Also weird shit happens around me . Lights go on or off , things move . Alarm systems at work don’t go off when I enter the building. I also have Neptune retrograde on my 8/9th house cusp when have seen spirits and heard them . I would be lying if I said I didn’t love weird shit .

🌻Uranus in the 8th , I have been around death since I was about 8 years old having attended my first funeral service . I have had traumatic experiences with the passing of people close to me and I have known so many people who have passed away . I’m 30 and have had about 10 people I’ve known pass away . It’s something that I’ve always known . It’s a hard part about life but each time I go through a deep soul transformation where I question life and death and transcend something .

🌻Uranus in the 8th .. did someone say bdsm ?

🌻Neptune in the 8th , blurring of boundaries when i was younger. Like I legit didn’t even know what fucking boundaries were . Again something I’ve worked on and I’m happy to say , my boundaries are firm as fuckk .

🌻mercury (12th) trine Neptune and Uranus(8th) . Umm yes I do receive messages from spirit . It comes so naturally to me that I forget others don’t share this gift or have to work hard . I can go into a deep meditation easily and hypnotherapy . I also have vivid dreams and lucid dream . I am working on my dreams and astral projection.

🌻Saturn retrograde , yup bio daddy was not around and I am now reparenting myself as an adult 😁.

🌻Saturn in the 9th conjunct the Mc , I take this placement as the other reason why people think I’m cold before knowing me haha . I’ve wanted to travel for soo long , wanting to back pack and just go and be free but have not managed to yet , I always feel like I have something to do here or something comes up , I’ve just let go now and realize I’ll travel when the time is right and Saturn permits it hahah.

🌻 Saturn in the 9th , when I was younger religion made me feel uncomfortable af , I remember going to church and wondering why god was a man and why there wasn’t a girl god , and I also couldn’t understand why he was white ... it made no sense to me . Then where was my native god ? Why wouldn’t he just make everyone the same then ? Jupiter conjunct Chiron in the 3rd 😁 as I got older and traumatic death experiences happened , I then became a full blown atheist and pushed away the spirits I had seen from my mind and went on to party 🤘🏼👍🏼 ... until I had a transcendental spiritual awakening in 2017 . Which now I believe in consciousness and energy. Ahhh life

🌻 Aquarius north node conjunct asteroid Lilith conjunct the MC , people have scapegoated my ass since I had became a teenager haha. I had a very big issue with authority figures when I was younger whether it was with teachers , my parents , bosses, cops , you name it . I would rebel just to rebel . I’ve toned my shit down and have accepted that I’m quirky and different and a bit of a loner , I love it that way to be honest . I find that older men loveee me or hate me . Or both . Hahah I’m a very independent woman and do NOT like to rely on men for anything in my relationships. This placement makes me fucking determined to achieve my goals . It’s also the big fuck you placement to anyone that’s ever wronged me or told me I couldn’t do something . It gives me fuel and a will that I’m going to die trying before I ever fail . People laughed at me when I told them i was wanting to become a power engineer and well when I thought I was going to fail I just brought up their snickers comments and here I am today a power engineer 😈😉

🌻Lilith conjunct the MC , ahhh yes , I’m known for my looks and physique but jackpot to the rare ones that compliment my brains 🧠 🤓

🌻Lilith conjunct the MC, women feel threatened by just looking at me , which means I work really hard to bring a calming warm energy , I’m not fake but I do compliment women and pull them up and support them when I can . I have zero desire for drama or to take other women’s men .

🌻asteroid Lilith trine ascendant and sun , yeah I always wondered why people thought I was hitting on them when I wasn’t even interested lol but add a friendly bubbly Gemini ascendant with this aspect and you give off sexy vibes with out even noticing it . Fucking annoying to be honest hahah

🌻 IC in Leo , sun conjunct ascendant ... people say I wear my heart on my sleeve and what you see is what you get hahah

🌻IC in Leo , I shine when I’m with my family I feel the most comfortable around them and I love when they compliment me lol more than like anyone else .

🌻 If you were wondering why my chart seemed off I have 4 signs intercepted : Taurus / scorpio , Virgo / Pisces . My mercury , Mars , Pluto are all intercepted and my 12/6th houses are MASSIVE lol and my 11/5th are as well . Itty bitty 2/8th , 3/9th houses .

Let me know if you have any of these placements and can resonate 🥰

#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #birth chart

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genesisrose74 · 3 years

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Christmas with the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 1: Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita

Part 2 (Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita) here!!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

*****

Daichi

A huge romantic during Christmas, 10/10 quality cliche times spent together

You wanna go ice skating? Hell yeah sweetheart, he will make it the most beautifully romantic thing you’ve ever seen

Like straight out of a holiday postcard type beat

Istg the rink he takes you to looks like a more heartwarming version of Rockefeller Center

He’s a big keeper of tradition when it comes to making plans, but doesn’t mind a bit of nonsense fun when everything falls into place

Which is why you love to bring the team along on adventures because they make everything all the more entertaining

At first he’s confused like ??? You don’t have to do that just if they’ve been pestering you about it

But then he realizes you care as much about them as he does (hint: a hell of a lot) and they’re thus invited along for some stuff

Of course y’all also get some quality time together on dates with just you both

Anyways you and Daichi have talked a lot about traveling and how he was really interested in seeing new places

So as his gift you got him a carved map with a roll of red string and thumbtacks, so that he could plan out all the places he wanted to visit

You know how when Kiyoko found the “Fly” banner for Karasuno and all the boys cried?

Yeah

Like that but with lots more hugging and laughing

“You know you’re gonna have to help with mapping this out, right?”

“Is that an invitation I hear?”

“Oh, that’s a promise”

FJSFJDSK ALEXA PLAY AMERICAN BOY BY ESTELLE—

Please I love him; he is so damn sly and sassy I will die with this headcanon

Sugawara

I swear on everything that Christmas with him is equivalent to a Hallmark movie

It smells like joy and warmth wherever he is, and this season only amplifies it

He is such a cheeseball without even having to try

But it’s in the really endearing and heart-melting way,,, just MMM PERFECT

He’ll take you on a walk through those neighborhoods with those crazy light decorations in the front yard and buy you hot chocolate

If he sees a group of little kids gaping at all the lights, he’ll leave them starry-eyed with stories of magic, reindeer, Santa and so-forth

“You know, I’ve heard that Rudolph’s nose is supposed to be brighter than the world’s most powerful Christmas light”

Good heavens, children absolutely adore this man

Anyways he’ll make it a little game as y’all walk around this beautifully lit neighborhood, both of you with a different assortment of bingo squares printed on paper

First one to bingo chooses a movie to watch after getting back to Suga’s house

Will wrap a big fluffy blanket around you both and pull you into his chest while watching the movie

For his gift, you got a star named after him

It’s because y’all alway go stargazing for dates every month, just to sit out, talk and cuddle

Suga gave you the SOFTEST look after opening your gift and this cute little card you made 🥺

“Lets go try to find my new favorite star”

PLEASE HE IS SO SWEET

“Right now? Koushi it’s 11:30 pm”

“Just for ten minutes, and then I’ll get you home”

So y’all spend the rest of Christmas Eve on his roof, sipping warm tea and attempting to locate Star Suga

Asahi

Cuddle bear alert ‼️‼️

It’s basically hibernation time for him, because he’s not the biggest fan of cold

That’s alright with you though 😌 more coziness for you

Lots of quality moments indoors means more creative dates

A whole day devoted to chill present wrapping? Hell fuckin’ yeah

Nice music, pretty wrapping paper, shiny bows, maybe a little Christmas rom-com playing in the back — the whole shebang

You find out pretty quickly that despite how it sounds, it’s actually quite a satisfying and enjoyable pastime

Practically had to drag him out of your living room to secretly wrap his own gift

As much as he’s the king of timidity and soft™, he can be very playfully stubborn when he’s comfortable, hence why he was such an ass to get out of the room

I have no doubt that Asahi would melt for the most adorable, cheesy shit

So you not only bought him some really reliable headbands for volleyball use, but you also made a little coupon booklet

He can basically cash in paper promises for certain things, like getting to choose the next date idea, picking a movie to watch without any objection, having you make his favorite food, etc.

There’s one that he can exchange for a full out spa day trip, because good heavens he’s a sucker for those

Massage and exfoliation and everything — it makes him feel ✨refreshed✨

He was ecstatic fam, I don’t even know what to say

Like a puppy who just got a bunch of toys and a new backyard to play

Mans cashes in one almost immediately, and at first you’re confused

Like it’s Christmas time bubs, what are we gonna be able to do when most places are closed and it’s the holidays?

Then you read the paper

“Free hug (can be used and renewed <3)”

GIVE HIM HIS DAMN HUGS RIGHT NOW

He uses that one a lot throughout the upcoming days, to the point where he just keeps the paper on him for fun

“You realize you can just ask me silly, you don’t need to keep carrying the coupon around”

“Yeah, but it’s entertaining”

Cute little cheeky bastard

Nishinoya

LOVES LOVES LOVES CHRISTMAS

You know the 12 Days of Christmas? The song??

He gets you a small present EVERY DAY for all 12 days

Not to mention he has a big present that he saves for the actual holiday

Y’all are the type of couple to get ice cream in the middle of winter

Nishi loves his cold snacks any time of year, and you’ve thus picked up a similar taste

He will consistently pester you about what kind of present you got him

Gets pouty when you don’t tell him, but in the back of his mind he’s glad because it would ruin the surprise

Anything you get him instantly becomes his most prized gift tho

It could be a literal rock with googly eyes and he’d put it in a protective glass case for preservation

But of course you get him something better than that because he only deserves the best

He’s got this specific assortment of products to maintain his spiky hair and to make sure it’s healthy, but they’re pretty expensive to buy when he runs out

When he tore open your present’s decorative wrapping to discover a huge basket of basically every hair product he ever needed, he got wide-eyed

There was also a booklet of little notes you’d kept throughout the month that listed all the little things you noticed and adored about your precious boyfriend

He nearly CRIED reading them

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all that for me”

“You act like you don’t deserve all of it and more, Nishi”

Refuses to leave your side after that

Holding your hand, hugging you as tight as he can, etc.

He is head over heels idc idc

Tanaka

Another man who is obsessed with the holiday season and everything that comes with it

He is the biggest sap for this shit istg

Will spend hours trying to get you the best present of all time

And he succeeds exceptionally

Mistletoe? He’s got an ABUNDANCE on hand at any time, just to make sure he can get fair share of his kissies 🥰

His signature beanie appears in full force during winter

Sometimes you’ll pull it over his eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek and dashing off in the school halls

“I’ll see you after school, babe!”

Speech = jumbled + incomprehensible

“Uh hUh, you do that~”

He’s: adorable

I just know that he melts for really sweet and thought-out gifts

Like anything you give him he’ll adore, don’t get me wrong, but the ones done with special care and love are just his kryptonite

He brought you into a massive bear hug and spun you around when he opened a photo book of old pictures taken together, complete with lots of cute messages and anecdotes written alongside them

You and Saeko may have also gone in on another present for him without his knowledge

And on Christmas Eve, you dragged a curious Tanaka into his front yard to the sight of a shiny motorbike

It was Saeko’s old one that she’d held onto for a while, and an old schoolmate offered to fix it up nice in time for the holiday at a discount, so y’all decided to divvy up the lowered price and got it done for Ryu

Sweet boy was taken aback, with his hands clapped over his mouth and everything

Saeko patted him on the back as he stood there in shock, giving her baby brother a sweet smile

“All yours, little bro!”

Ya, Saeko fucking loves you 😌 and so does Tanaka

Overall very lovely, would cry to be loved by the Tanaka siblings

Ennoshita

After spending past Decembers with his fellow second year classmates (namely, the very enthusiastic Noya and Tanaka), he’s grown to know quite a bit about the different holiday events that go on around town

Still, Ennoshita is a pretty simplistic guy and is content with simply spending time with you

So when you recommended going to pick a Christmas tree out for your place together, he’s totally down

As long as he gets to help decorate too ☺️

Y’all end up picking a beauty of a tree ngl

It’s SO TALL

And a super stronk friend — fit for the most heavy duty of ornaments

It takes some damn work to get that bad boi inside and upright after driving back to your house

But like hell did that stop you

Now that it was all set up, sturdy, and given plenty of water, decorations were brought into the equation that same night

No rest until it’s all set up and looking mighty beautiful

Okay maybe some coffee breaks in between, but other than that the grind don’t stop ✋😤

Ennoshita is an expert at making Christmas trees look absolutely immaculate

Idk if it’s because he’s had to deal with cleaning up disorder for a while now?

Looking at you, ya second year loons

He just has the touch, fam

He’ll of course let you have input on which light colors, what type of ornaments, and so on

But honestly it’s really fun seeing him fully concentrated on making your tree the best it can be

He lets you on his shoulders to put on the tree topper 🥺

For his gift, Ennoshita really loves books, so you decided to get him 12 different (hardcover!!) stories — one for each month in a year

Along with a small sticky-note blurb on the covers of each to explain why you chose it, and to give similar title recommendations if he ends up enjoying

He was so surprised with how thoughtful and extensive it was

Loved it so much that he immediately started to read the first one, with you sat in his lap

“Chikara, you realize you’re meant to start this one in January?”

“Shh, I’m getting a head start”

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