#maybe ill do him having a nice time with his siblings next or something
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#genuinely not the direction i wanted this to go in :sob:#maybe ill do him having a nice time with his siblings next or something#fire emblem#fe4#fire emblem genealogy of the holy war#jugdral#seliph#fe seliph
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Hello!!
It’s been a LONG time but if you’re inclined to read please have a bonus chapter to an older fic: first time in just over four years that I’ve posted anything for any fandom!
I found it in my files today and being as it’s been so long, I figured why the heck not, as I reckon it’s about time I came back with something. It’s not technically new writing, but I’m pretty gosh darn happy with myself either way. I’m finally at a place in my life where maybe things are going to be ok? I mean, I’m 31.
I’ll see what else the fates bring (my bestie is pretty unwell — not sure what’s with this people closest to me getting horribly sick thing), but I think I’m in a place where if I go back to using my writing to cope I’ll be fine. I can at least hope.
(For those who have by this point probably given up anticipating an update for Fulcrum (or anything related to it) never fear, for that one is next on my agenda! I’m ‘Bound’ and ‘Determined’ to get John through his decade-long predicament. Haha.)
Either way, have a chapter. :)
(For those who are unaware, Kent is my OC, Virgil’s identical twin who died of complications from a heart condition, three days after their birth. Technically part of my AIE “AU”, I originally wasn’t intending to ever post this part, as it’s a practice piece I used to look at who Kent Tracy may have been had he survived past infancy.)
Midnight
The soft sounds of Virgil’s snores rumble through the room from the top bunk, but Kent lays in the bottom bed, wide awake with his pen in one hand, the flashlight in another; scrawling furiously across the pages of his notebook.
It’s past eleven again, and the fourteen-year-old boy can’t sleep; the insomnia from sleeping all day has kicked in again, and all he can do is while away the hours until his father and older brothers roll out of bed. He doesn’t fear waking up his twin brother; Virgil doesn’t wake up unless someone holds the alarm clock right next to his ear; volume up on full, so it’s highly unlikely that he’s going to be disturbed from the light.
He doesn’t mind overly much though, these quiet hours before the dawn. Being one of six children often means that aside from the two hours of study that their father enforces every day, it’s very rare for any of the Tracy children to have any time to themselves without another sibling interrupting it somehow.
It’s nice to have this time to write, and consider and dream without his two youngest brothers asking ‘What are you doing, KT? Can I see? Lemme look!’ he finds it bliss to not have his father wanting him to help with chores or his grandmother wanting him to watch Alan while she takes Virgil and Gordon out, because their father is busy in the office again.
It’s peaceful, and as much as he likes a bit of chaos and excitement, Kent also likes to have some quiet now and again. He loves the way the moon streams through the curtains in the bedroom, how he can listen to Virgil dreaming and feel his brother’s happiness and quiet soul soar through their twin bond.
He feels the pressures of being the sickly child; the one who everyone has to be careful of and look out for too much, and for Kent, these moments when he doesn’t have them looking over him in concern and hovering when he’s ‘too pale’ or ‘overtired’, it just makes him feel more whole somehow. At fourteen, he just wants them to stop seeing him as the ill one and allow him to grow without them worrying that he’s going to overtax his weakened heart.
In these moments, he can remember his mother, and how like him; she was a writer, although with six children before she died, she never got to achieve her dream of getting a novel published. Sure, she wrote for the local newspaper, along with the kindergarten teaching and the music lessons she taught in order to help their father with the monthly bills, but it’s something that Kent knew she always wanted to do. Now she’s gone, he’s more determined than ever to achieve that dream, and make his mom as proud of him as she was as his other brothers.
That’s not to say that he didn’t think she was, but he just wants to do something that his three older brothers haven’t yet.
Kent loves his family, but he just wants to get out of this little box, pre-packaged, made just for him, the one that labels him as the sickly child, the one who is to be worried over and assisted.
It’s not that his father, Grandpa and Grandma don’t expect him to amount to anything, just that somehow, Kent has this invisible label on him that instantly informs people that he’s ill and that he is given just that little bit more leeway to get to places a little easier. There’s nothing more Kent hates more than to be told that he needs to take it easy, or that he can’t do something, just because he’s sick.
That’s why he uses this time, past the hour he should’ve been in dreamland to work harder on anything he ever has in his life, because he wants to make them proud, to break out of the accidental constraints that his condition has placed upon him. He’ll rise above and beyond those automatic assumptions, and prove to everyone that he can do just as much as his brothers. Even if it takes him a little bit longer, even if he has to work a little bit harder, he will achieve his goals.
As he packs up his book and caps the pen an hour later, still not sleepy but content that he’s worked with what he can for tonight, Kent is determined that he’s going to become a published author before he hits his eighteenth birthday, because he’s a Tracy, and for a Tracy, failure isn’t an option.
He’ll lie awake for the rest of the night, and yes, he’ll be completely exhausted and will spend the day in bed tomorrow, but he’ll keep with him through his grandmother’s fussing and John and Scott’s smothering, the peace and tranquillity that this time has given him.
He’s happy, and he knows that if his mother is watching, she’ll be proud.
#pyre talks#thunderbirds#thunderbirds are go#fandom#my writing#pyre writing tag#The Bound Universe#Kent Tracy#Kent Slayton Tracy#with any luck I *will* update Fulcrum soon so I’m not lying in my author’s notes#personal#long time: no writing
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Hi pookies 😊 I'm back i got my first follower so in celebration I will show the rest of what I have for chapter 1. Enjoy 🥰
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: Talks about incapable of having kids, violence,blood, foul language!
Summary: y/n meeting the hargreeves for the second time in her life. Your mother gave you away to a friend instead of Reginald Hargreeves. Your adoptive mother forced you to the funeral. Thats when you met him...
You were born on October 1st, 1989. 43 women gave birth to children around the world the only thing odd about this was the women weren't pregnant when the day had started. You are like the other children, you were born with powers. Except for the fact you have to powers. Venom is an inky black entity a result from your powers he can take over your body at any time (he likes to scare you time from time). Your second ability is mind reading pretty basic for the fact you can go deep into memories and remember them as if you had just teleported there but you didn't do it often ever since an incident where you heard disgusting things it was horrible.
When born a man named Reginald Hargreeves tried to buy you from your mother. She had never trusted him so she gave you to friend that was incapable of having kids. She was an amazing mother you loved her like she loved you. Though she was still an acquaintance of Reginald Hargreeves just in case. You had met the other children once when you were 13 years old.
It was when you were a single adult coming back from a photo shoot (ptssssss your a model) you were walking down a street when you had saw it. A news report of a essentric billionaire that had died it had shown a picture of the man that had tried to buy you as a kid. You felt slightly bad for the children not knowing how they would react. You got a call from your mother. Venom popped up confused and wanting to hear the drama. "Hey honey" an elderly woman peeped. "Hey mom whats up?" You asked not knowing what she might say next knowing she was unpredictable. " you heard the news right? Reginald Hargreeves has passed away so I want you to go to the funeral for me since I don't have time" you slightly gasped at her sentence . She was retired and you knew her hidden motive. " also maybe you can find someone I could care less if it is a boy or a girl or other just find someone before you die alone" you sighed. "Mom your single." She scoffed "okay and? I've had five husband's and ive got money i had my love life now ill send you the address the funeral is tomorrow have fun!" You tried to protest but she hung up before you could. "*sigh*" venom was cackling. "What are you laughing at?" Venom stopped "th-he old lady told you! HAHAHHA- you are going to die alone 🤣 ". The next day you took off you disided to wear a black t-shirt, black jeans and black boots. You did tiny bit of makeup then you walked out and got into your car. Venom that was coming out if your shoulder wanted to cause havoc knowing you didn't have your morning coffee. He rambled the wholleee way. " thats what I would have done if I was harry potter. Any way we are here get out and hurry up so the old lady can calm down about you being single!!" You wanted to slap him so bad but he was right. You got out and he continued. You walked inside the luxury home in awe. You saw the hargreeves in the common room not wanting them to hear venom talking about how stupid single you are you yelled. " VENOM shut up already for goodness sake!!" You looked at the shocked siblings "been awhile nice to see yall" you said calmly after words Luther the biggest guy was quivering and pointing to venom. " Uh-hm you've got something on your shoulder.." you nodded venom interrupted you before you could speak
"And that something is powerful enough to rip you to shreds so NEVER say that again!" You laugh a little at venom taking offense to a simple sentence " thats venom he is a result of one of my abilities."you stated matter-of-factly. Vanya the smallest one looked at you in confusion " one of your abilities?" You nod and take a seat next to Klaus the druggie and you could smell the alcohol from him. " My second ability is mind reading pretty simple." You look at the siblings and shrug of their stares. " ima get a cup of coffee so yall can continue." You headed down stairs rumiging trying to find coffee. " ugh what luxurious house doesn't have coffee?!" You can hear venom little girl giggles until they got cut of by a loud rumbling sound from outside you sprinted outside to meet your eyes with a huge blue portex from what you could tell.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!!" You tried to yell over the rumbling Luther answered quickly "LOOKS LIKE A SPACE ANOMLY!!" Diego gave you a second option " OR A REALLY SMALL BLACK HOLE!" Klaus threw a fire extinguisher in it " WHAT THE HELL WOULD THAT DO?!" you yelled at Klaus he shrugged.Luther yelled " GET BEHIND ME" Then Diego did. " YEAH GET BEHIND US". You could make out a 13 year old boys face going through the anomaly. TUMP!!
The boy dusted him self off. Klaus looked around then looked back at the boy. "Am I the only one seeing little ol five?" He asked confused. Then the little boy looked at you in a daze. "Who are you??"
Hope you enjoyed it be on the look out for chapter 2! Be safe drink water and have a good day 🥰❤❤❤
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Anyway have this fucking thing I wrote in an absolute frenzy (so not that polished lol) about some aspects of Pyotr's backstory. Yes I did do some projecting but it is very important to his character also. LOL
Pyotr never had any friends during his school years.
He was simply never able to make any; first it was for reasons he didn't understand. Was he just too quiet? Too off-putting? Too strange for his classmate's tastes? Maybe he was just inherently unlikable. Either way, once he accepted that people simply didn't like him, it became almost akin to a self-fulfilling prophecy. Pyotr wouldn't approach anyone, stayed in his own corner of the classroom, kept to himself. And others wouldn't approach him either.
Now, he couldn't say with any confidence that his classmates, or other children in general, hated him. Pyotr didn't think that was true, he never did. If anything, he blamed himself for his isolation. And yet… There was always that voice, at the back of his mind, going: are they making fun of me when I'm not listening? They'd have good reason to. He'd like to think that they didn't. From the its and bits of conversation he ended up listening, with no intention to eavesdrop, they all seemed like nice people in their own regard.
But that small possibility - the small chance that they did speak ills of him, was enough to aggravate his avoidance of others. Some days, he'd barely be able to listen to whatever his teachers were saying. Pyotr would just pray for the school day to just end already, for him to be able to come home and... Truthfully, not do much. He just wanted to be alone for the small duration of time in which his siblings would frequent the Pioneers Palace for their activities. That is, when he wasn't forced to tag along.
Those years were a blur, but a painful one at that. Sadness and rage battled constantly in his chest, he wanted to start a fight or just cry so much his parents would have no choice but let him stay home; but it didn't matter, because apathy would always win. There was a duality of comfort and disgust at his own complacency. Why did he even go to school if he hated it so much? He could skip it, he could even run away if his parents kept forcing him to go.
He never did any of that. Pyotr didn't have the proactivity for it. Besides, how many generations that lived before him, that lived before his country was established, that would kill to have a proper education? To deny that to himself would be to spit in their faces and tell them their dreams were ridiculous. So it would be best to, no matter how much anguish it brought him, for Pyotr to just go to school normally and pay his due diligence.
It was like he was invisible. Both at home, when it came to his father and Mykhail, and in school, when it came to his classmates. Whereas with the former, where it felt personal, he wasn't even sure that his classmates knew he was there. Maybe when the teachers would do roll call, and he'd sheepishly raise his hand and say "present", or maybe when the boys behind him would tell him to move so they could seethe board, but... That was about how far their recognition of his existence went.
And he didn't try to impose his presence. Why should he? Pyotr doubted that. At this point, he couldn't even make words come out of his mouth when someone spoke to him. If he tried, and the few times he was forced to, he'd just mess it up. Say something stupid that would drive people away - even when he had no idea what he had said that was wrong.
It really hurt, when there was a project that needed to be done and no one would come to him. In their defense, he felt paralyzed, not being able to go to them either. Sometimes he'd steal little glances at the boy who sat next to him, just begging mentally, but the other already had his friends. So, he'd be alone and have to tell the teacher that. And then the particularly cruel ones would ask him why he hadn't even tried. "I was watching you, Mr. Pyotr Anatolyevich, you didn't even get up from your seat!". No one would laugh, but the pity in their eyes was way worse.
When he was forced to do a project with people he didn't know, he felt he was invading in their personal relationships. Like he wasn't supposed to be there, almost as if he wasn't even the same species as the rest of his classmates. Sometimes, when they attempted to press Pyotr, to make him say something, he'd cry. He didn't know why - he felt pathetic whenever he'd that tightness in his throat and that warmth his in his eyes began to install themselves. And his confusion was their confusion too. To them, he had just begun crying out of nowhere. It couldn't be interpreted another way, really. He didn't blame them.
But his own body would refuse to collaborate, it would refuse to let him move. So Pyotr would just sit there, tearing up like an absolute idiot. They'd try to comfort him, but it only humiliated him further. Pyotr accepted that at least once a year he would feel that crushing embarrassment. It was the only thing he could think after the fact. The only thing which would give him the slightest sense of comfort.
It was over now, it was over now. Pyotr would go into the bathroom, lock himself in a stall, and just rock back and forth until the tears completely escaped him and his eyes dried. He couldn't bear to look his classmates in the eye after that.
He didn't tell anyone when he came home. It was better that way. Once, at the start of his school years, his mom would ask him how his day was whenever she would come back from work. All that Pyotr could ever say was that it went "fine" - the last thing he wanted was to hurt his mother's feelings. And he wouldn't tell Tamara, and he certainly wouldn't tell Mykhail or his father. Pyotr would deal with the shame alone.
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Only once had he made a friend - one certain Danila Vasiliyev Ulyanov. That was only in his final year of school, and happened mostly on accident. His friend was also quiet and kept to himself. Although Pyotr interpreted the other's silence much more favorably than his one. Danila knew a lot about national movies and would talk extensively about them; Pyotr's favorite movie was the Elusive Avengers, so much so he could recite the entire movie from the top of his head. They bonded over that when they wanted to talk to one another.
Danila didn't get out of his house much, his parents forced him to focus only on education and on his piano lessons. So Pyotr never really learned what it was like to hang out with a friend outside of school.
They didn't see each other after they graduated - Danila went to do his obligatory military service and Pyotr went to study in West Germany.
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Around his high school years, he had also gotten a girlfriend. So, he supposed that he had two friends. He had gotten a girlfriend before Mykhail.
Inessa was older than Pyotr. She liked him first. He felt the need to reciprocate.
...
Pyotr didn't try to think about her much these days.
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RL Sims-Story (18+)
⚠ !!CW!!: addiction, drugs, disease
The day after I met my mom, it was Philip’s turn! Now I knew why I was with my parents and why I met P. that evening! He was also there at my parents. But what happened afterwards I didn’t really know yet.
I told last time, that I suddenly got these bruises/blue spots on my body again. Triggered by stress?? Because as it looked, a small part of me could remember what Philip told me, that night! It was something that scared me. My illness, of which I had no idea at that time! Just somehow, I could feel that something was wrong with me. 😔 😥 This suspicion of having leukemia has been totally haunting me until my diagnosis. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless with my life back then. 😞
Before I took P. to Daniel’s apartment, we met up alone. He told me, what he said to me that night.... When Nico & I lived together, I went to the doctor once, because of these bruises/blue spots I had and I have agreed with the doctor, that we will see each other again in half a year, to check, if my leukocytes have increased. But since Nico and I separated, I have not gone to this doc. And now, Nico found in his car my appointment card from that doc, where all my appointments were noted, because I went there once a month to get my prescription for my pills. P. told me about this doctor’s appointment and I think this was the trigger for my bruises 😔 😞 As for Nico, Philip told me something else, 😢 but I’ll tell next time.
Me: This is my new, temporary home, isn’t it nice here?
Philip: Um, yeah! Looks cozy! I didn’t think a heroin addict would have such a nice apartment. 🤔....😄
Me: Not funny! Really not!
Philip: Yep! 😬 ......Why do you have those spots on your body again? Did someone hurt you? Or is that the same as back then?
Me: I think this is just my body’s reaction to all the stress I have and because I’m afraid to be sick. 😟
Philip: I don’t think you’re seriously ill, but it doesn’t hurt to check yourself out regularly. You don’t have to be afraid! Remember what this med prof said about your blood levels back then. All good, you don’t have to worry! 🙂
Me: But Nico thinks there’s something wrong with me. Anyway, let’s not talk about it anymore.
Philip: He thinks that because you had a few fainting attacks or passed out, when you were together, but.. you’ve never had this again! You know?
Me: Yeah. 😔
Philip: You’re the worst hypochondriac I know, but totally cute and beautiful. 😘
Me: It feels so weird when you kiss my cheek, like we’re siblings. 😄
Philip: So now we’re siblings again, huh? 😏 You know what you & I did, when I was your stepbrother. 😉 ...😆
Me: I didn’t mean THIS! But anyway, you made me smile!...Let’s go in! And be nice, okay?!!
In the living room, Daniel & Philip had a short chat, small talk, nothing special. Daniel also asked Philip why we met him when we were so fucking high? Philip has solved this whole situation. When I was with my parents I left with Philip after a while because Daniel called me. He was waiting for me at his sister’s house, she lives on the same street as my parents. But Philip tried to persuade me to go back to my parents. At some point we were in front of Daniel’s sister’s apartment and so P. just followed me. He said, I went straight to Daniel and clinged to him as if I were afraid to be separated from him. I seemed kind of paranoid and scared to Philip. Tatiana, Daniel’s sis tried to convince D. to bring me home to my family. But I didn’t want this! After Daniel and I left, Philip and D.’s sis got to know each other a bit better. 🤨 😏
After we clarified this, we talked about other things. Philip bet on some stupid soccer game and asked Daniel if he could watch it on TV. He wanted to know if the team he was betting on was in the lead. D. was just watching Philip. I think he also found it a bit crazy how much Philip can gets upset about an offside. But I was used to P.’s emotional outbursts about soccer. 🤷♀️
Philip: You really brought me luck today, A.!
Me: Then why not share your profit with me? 😉
Philip: I’d share everything with you.... How about 10%? But no, let’s say 12%!
Me: How generous?....You can shove your fucking 12 %! 🤨
Philip: Heyy, I’m a singel dad with a baby!!
Me: Yeah, I know! 😟 .....How long are you staying? You know, P., I got something to do.
Philip: You want to get rid of me. I guess you two have another drug session.🤨 But, I want to join! 😬 🤷♂️
Me: Forget it!!
Philip: Hm 🤔... You look totally hot when you’re so... jumpy! 😏
Daniel: I’m off for a while! 😒
Me: I’m so sorry, D.! 😟.... And you Philip, STOP playing with me!!! 😩 For you, everything has to be a competition! But this game here, you lost! And that’s NOT his fault! You screwed this up all by yourself! 😠
Philip: When you were with me, he did the same! He hit on you! 🤷♂️ I was barely gone and he had you!
Me: I get why you see it this way, but that’s not true! I’m going over to him!
Philip: No, stop!! I know what he’s doing! He’s totaly messed up! He only has that drug in mind! Why are you so into him? Don’t you see how shit he looks? Daniel gave up, A.! He doesn’t give a shit! I hit on you in front of him on purpose! So you can see how much he doesn’t care! It left him totally cold. 🤷♂️
Me: Not everyone goes crazy like you! You know? And now let go of me!
I went to D. in the bedroom. Philip was right! Daniel just had a line and I joined him right away. I couldn’t wait, this became a routine for Daniel and me. Every day after work, he and I got high. I apologized for Philip and told him, I only wanted him! He hugged me but Idk?😔 I realized that I fell in love with him 🤦♀️🤦♀️ and I wanted him to love me too, but somehow, I couldn’t feel it? 😟
Philip still hasn’t left, he was waiting for me in the living room. When I came back to him on the couch, I was so high, that I couldn’t sit up and just drifted away...
Daniel (to P.): I don’t mean to be rude, but I think you should leave slowly!
Philip: Seriously, man! What are you doing to her when she’s like that? Do you get off on this or something? 🤨
Daniel: Don’t touch her! 😠 I am not a freak or a horny pig! You got it?
Me: Agh...🥴
Philip (to me): A., are you ok? 😟
Me: Mhm...Pls gooo! Just go away. 😵
Daniel: So? You heard her! She doesn’t want you!
Philip: I’m gonna take A. back to her parents. And if you really care about her, you won’t stop me!
Daniel: I don’t force her to anything!! And she doesn’t have to stay with me. What should I do??? Kicking her out? If I do, she’ll go to some other drggies. That’s the way it works when you’re addicted! She doesn’t think and act the way she used to! And as long as she doesn’t resist, or intends to change, it will never stop!! You can’t help her, if she doesn’t want to! Compulsion has never worked, it just does the opposite! I’ve been through all this shit several times. And you know what? I’m sick of it! 🤦♂️ I’m so fucking tired and done with it! 😔.... Please just fuck off!
Philip: I believe you! 😕 The more urgent she has to leave and you should go to your sister.
Daniel: I’m not going anywhere! But if you want to take her home, do it! I’m not stopping you. 😔
Me: Ok! Thats ENOUGH! 😩 Please P.! I beg you! Just go and leave me alone with him. I’m gonna fix this!!
Philip: You wanted to stay with your mom on Saturday! I was there! I saw it! But as soon as he called you, you were totally different. You two are not good for each other!... You know what I think? Daniel got this, but you don’t!!! 😠🤦♂️...I can’t force you, so I’m going! But I’m gonna keep bugging you until you don’t get it!!!
The next day Daniel and I had our therapy session with this psychologist to which we had to go once a week. But we didn’t go and this was the second time we missed. In the beginning, Daniel took this sessions seriously, but now he didn’t care. 😔 😥 And as for his pills, he hasn’t discussed this issue with his doc yet. That he has withdrawal symptoms. So I’m gonna have to talk to him, because his doc is gonna wonder why we’re not going to our therapy sessions. Worst case scenario, he’s gonna kick us out of the drug replacement therapy. And if so! I’ll also get withdrawal symptoms.
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Tatum pt 3
My new oc has been on my mind lately and so has her Dr best friends. @slashscowboyboots was kind enough to let me smash our universes together 💕 warnings: alcohol, being drunk, angst, cussing, loneliness, panic attacks, psych meds. Implied mental illness from parent(bipolar disorder)
It was Saturday night in LA, I was working at the bar as always. College was back in session, a girl was getting married so Bach party. At least the tips will be good. I was wiping the bar down as I seen a blonde girl looking me at. I smiled, “Hi you ready to order?” “Hi, um yeah I think” “Can I see your ID, love?”, I asked making sure she was overage and maybe nervous. 22. “First time?”, I asked. She nodded. “Here let me make you something, on the house”, I grinned. “No you don’t have to. Okay she’s already making it”. She sounded so shy and out of place, quiet thing. She smiled as I handed her the drink. “That’s good! What is it?” “Yay! It’s mijto. You remind me of rum”
I had went on my smoke break and as I can back I noticed Izzy’s girlfriend and Duff’s fiancé. Wonder if my boys are here? Y/n spotted me and smiled. “Hi ladies. How are we doing?” I smiled. “Tatum! Tay!”, Susan yelped and giggled. “How is she this fucked up already?”, I asked Y/n. “Apparently she “pre gamed” before I got to her”, Y/n smiled. “And Paul let her in, I’m gonna kill him. She’s getting a soda and what can I get you love?”, I sighed. “What does Izzy get?” “Whatever gets him shitfaced the fastest. Slash and him get shots of Jack, whiskey sour”, i deadpanned. “I’ll just get a vodka soda”, she giggled.
“Where are the boys anyways?”, I asked. “Izzy is working on a song. Duff’s sister is in town with her kids, I think that’s what Sus said”, Y/n spited her drink. “Oh yeah. Joan is here”, I smiled. Joan and I were close, she taught me about being a girl and what all comes with it. “Tatum, my drink taste funny”, Susan whined. “It’s a new liquor, I think Kendall Jenner made it”, I grinned. Y/n shook her head. “Oh”, Susan played with the straw.
Then next time I saw Susan, she had no idea about the Jenner liquor. “You told her Kendall Jenner made a new liquor that tasted like coke?”, Izzy snorted. “She was lit already and I’m not losing my liquor license over her. I don’t care if she’s my best friend’s fiancé”, I snorted back. Izzy had invited me to have lunch with him in the Dungeon. “Y/n told me you were working on a new song”, I tore a piece of my chicken quesadilla off. “Yeah. It’s shit right now”
“Tatum are you free tonight?”, Susan asked on the phone. “Sure. What’s up?”, i asked. “Girls night at mine. It’s gonna be Y/n, Kayli and my sister, Veronica”, Susan said. I hate girls night, but she’s soon to be Duff’s wife. The shit I do for big bird.
Y/n, Susan, Veronica were all laughing about being a teenager growing up together. I felt so out of place, my chest started tightening, I was clutching the target cup that had Jack and coke. I got up and walked to the balcony. “Tatum”, Kayli said.
“Hey what’s wrong?”, kayli shut the door behind her. “I’m fine. Go back inside”, I forced myself to get it out. My chest was heavy. “Sorry about Ronnie, she can be a little draining”, Kayli sat beside me. I giggled. “Believe me, she’s the typical older sister. She was kinda mean to Sus growing up, but Susan loves her to death. I don’t get the sibling bond, I’m an old child”, Kayli rambled. “It’s something but I love my siblings. I’m the middle child”, I giggled. “I know you’re not really used to us but thank you. Thank you for dealing with us, Duff probably made you come”, Kayli gave a small smile.
“No, he didn’t. I decided to come, I need more friends that don’t think bleaching ABC is still funny after the 68th time. I appreciate you for calming me down, I was about to call Duff”, I smiled. “No problem. You seem really nice but I’m not great at making new friends. Y/n and Susan are my only friends really”, Kayli laid her head my shoulder. “I get that. When duff started being in the band, I kinda became friends with them”, I smiled. It got quiet for a bit, we could hear the other girls inside. The door slid open, “Tatum? You okay?”, Susan said. Kayli patted my shoulder and left. “Yeah, sorry I got overwhelmed”. “Sorry about Ronnie, don’t say she’s not the reason you’re out here. It happened to Duff too”, Susan plopped down. “I’m emphatic. It don’t help with my panic attacks”, I sighed. “Needed me to call D?”, she asked. “Nah, I’m fine now. Thanks thou”, I smiled. “He would kill me if something happened to you. That time you came into the ER for your gallbladder, he about had an aneurysm. He over heard the intern talk about how hot you were. I told him it couldn’t be you.”, Susan replied. I smiled, “I don’t remember Duff coming to see me. Izzy did. I woke up and saw him looking at my chart, he deadpanned me, “Told you to lay off drinking, dummy” I giggled. “Izzy something” I nodded.
I was sitting in Duff’s office, waiting for him to finish the charts and emails. He had a few drawings that his nieces and nephews made me, mug that had the Ramones and another that had best unc ever. I spotted a picture frame, I looked familiar to me. I stood up, going to it. “Yes I still have that”, Duff said without looking from his charts. It was us after the senior night for football. I had my black and red uniform on, hair teased with the bow. Duff had his iconic black skinny jeans, god save the queen shirt with a flannel and leather jacket. And those god forsaken cowboy boots, I tripped over a 1000 times at our sunset blvd apartment.
I sat back down, opening my phone to Instagram. Scrolling through my profile, memories started flood back. “Tatum, what’s eating at you?”, Duff asked. “Nothing, just on my phone”, I said. I heard him get up and he sat in front of me at his desk. He was looking at me, finding something wrote on my face that stuck out. Suddenly, he snatched my phone and put in his back pocket. “Hey! Give me my phone back, you don’t pay the goddamn bill”, I stood up. He stood there, not flinching.
I smacked his ribs, “I’m not fucking around, Duff. There’s nothing wrong so just hand the phone over okay?” He smirked. “Quit being a dick, Duff. You know what keep the phone, I can get another one”, I huffed siting down. He looked at me, “What? Jesus Christ Michael. What is it that you’re dying to tell me?”, I threw my head back. “Have you been taking your meds? And don’t lie, I’ve called the pharmacy”, Duff said standing to his full height. “You know you could go to prison for HIPPA violation”, I spat back.
“Funny, you put me on your hippa paperwork. Tatum answer my question”, Duff said calmly. “Yes, I have. Why you think I’m not? I’m like my mother now?”, I spat again. “I didn’t say that. Just that you’re acting different is all”, Duff said. I forced my tears to not come out, it was getting hard. “Didn’t know missing my best friend was a crime. And made you think I was becoming like Monica” Duff’s scowl softened, “Hey, I’m not going anywhere. I know the hospital keeps me here a lot more but you’re still my girl” “Not just the hospital, Michael. Just fucking forget it”, I turned to go to the door. His hand grabbed my wrist, “I didn’t realize how my engagement to Susan was affecting you” “It’s other stuff than that, Duff. I’m happy for you and Susan.” I sighed.
“Everyone is moving on in life and I’m still in one place. Izzy asked me to go ring shopping for Y/n, hell even Axl is in a stable relationship. My sister is almost done with college, she was 10 the other day what the fuck? It’s silly, forget I said anything”, I sat in the floor like a 2year old. Duff sat down next to me, pulling me into his lap, “People move in different paces, somethings come faster to others. Tatum, just because Izzy and I are planning on getting married doesn’t mean we’re leaving you. You’re my favorite girl, have been for 21 years. You’ll find someone who loves you much as I do. If you ever feel like this again, call me, keep calling me until I answer or come here. I’m not leaving you I promise.” Duff kissed my head.
“I love you, D. You’re the best”, I pulled him into a hug. “I love you too, dope. Even if you’re the throne in my side.” “If you ever tell anyone I got emotional in here, I’ll kill you”, I pulled away, snatching my phone out of his white coat. “Yeah yeah, get your bony ass off of me”, Duff playfully pushed me into the floor. “Please my ass bony, never. Yours all day, worm ass”, I pulled him up.
Susan wanted me to come dress shopping with her and the girls. The store owner gave us champagne as we waited for Susan to come out. “She called him McSteamy”, I giggled. “Yup. When Y/n got moved to the basement”, Kayli snorted back. “Does he know? I’m so calling him that now”, I took a spit of my drink. Susan walked out in this beautiful dress, it had a sweetheart line, long train and puffy in the waist. The assistant put a vail on her, Y/n and kayli were crying. “Believe me, Duff will love this one. You look so beautiful, sis”, I got up and hugged her. “You think?” She asked with tears in her eyes. “I know so, Izzy will be punching him to get him back to reality at the wedding”, I giggled. “Thank you Tatum”
“Oh Izzy, she was so beautiful. Can’t wait for D to see her”, I smiled. “You’ll be with Y/n right?”, Izzy asked. “Only if she invites me. I think she puts up with me because her best friend is my best friend’s fiancé”, I said. “What?” “I mean she’s nice and I like her but I feel like she don’t really like me”, I said, looking at an oval diamond. “Tat, she does. I promise” “Iz, we have a past. You can still tell something is in the air, I’m not interested in fucking you again. We bicker but not like you and Axl”, I sighed. Izzy just stared at me, biting his lip. “She knows about us in college, Tatum” “I knew it! She would kill you if she knew I was here. Hell even me!”, I groaned. Izzy rolled his eyes. “Tatum Lee, calm down. She knows but knows there’s nothing there anymore. That was 7 years ago when we were a thing” “Oh”, I blushed and moved to the other side of the store.
“Why did you bring me?” I asked as we walked out of Starbucks. “Susan would show her the ring in a heartbeat. Kayli constantly looks at my ass, I mean she don’t even hide it.”, Izzy groaned. “Kay’s eyes are working great then. You do have a nice ass”, I grinned. “Down girl”, Izzy playfully grabbed my side. “Izzy!”, I yelped. Izzy grinned, opening the door for me. We were at a red light, “I just want you to know that, I’m still gonna here for you”, Izzy randomly said. “Thanks Iz, the same to you”, i drank my chai latte. It’s like we knew that Duff had mentioned to him, maybe another reason why he brought me along.
Conveniently, Landslide by fleet wood Mac came on. Universe has a funny way of things at times, it fit perfectly to how I’m feeling. I would get my person like my boys had themselves, it’s gonna be okay. Izzy patted my knee and smiled. Well, I've been afraid of changin'
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too
Oh! I'm getting older too
I smiled back. It was okay
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reading process: chapter 177 (I have been putting off this post cause i can tell im in the good shit and its all so thematic and delightful but if i dont make it now i never will and it will be a super segment next time)
Reading highlights (i cant read my own writing edition!)
157 now in a dad spotting mood. kdj encouraging sys about her grades
yoo mia(!!!) teasing yjh about kdj. yjh facial expression truther (looking happy when speaking about kdj)
the 3 fates use big data?
kdj WILL be killed by the person he loves most!!! (mostly wrote that down to indicate my gleeful cackling)
158 LGY baby boy baby. kids and breaks!
Kdj and Jhw are such bitches to each other i love them
reinheit.... von lohengramm yeah okay got it buddy
oh ur 800 years old it would be some bullshit like that
rvd is sooo handsome. at least 2 yjh
a permanent institution cannot exist. yes kdj i love u kdj
161 kdj doesnt date. fateful meetings ONLY. okayyyyy
jhw emotional sword moments. kdj famed peptalks
LGY: dad ABANDONED US LJH: uh. okay -> sibling mischief ensues
162 ACAB
Hankim girls trip weekend
(this note is atemporally placed) KIM DOKJA LOVE
164 the absolute good constellations are cowards
kdj peptalks Always come in clutch
165 oh to be carried by ysh as she descends like a beautiful woman
167 The kids!!! stay strong!
breaking the sky sword this was the road of the sword that broke the sky -> kuzcos poison
168 crying at this wounded monster and also themes and metaphors
yjh and kdj are the same with there cryptic plans (this was nearly illegible)
168 kdj moral rethinking disease (yjh has it)
AH! AH! Double identity stuff. name sharing. doing something nice for the guy that has scrambled your brains.
169 jhw describing ysh beauty -> smth you would like to share ma'am?
lgy the good child he is being like. hey. non het romance love exists. hell yeah little dude. poggers as they say
-> (crying because he cant think of a reason kdj should love him) NOOO his emotions are too big for his little body
yjh: i do not want to find out the answer to this question GOODBYE
ah. the speed run dress. i see
170 if you read it again. it will definitely be a different story. god. okay. okay. jesus. okay
hsy power: you cannot create the semblance of a human without it in some way. being human
ah. his mom again. it just could be that way
"its the most complicated relationship in the world" cheers bitch
172 just rolling in kdj and his mom fight
i could have sworn you used up that sky disk 100 chs ago but whatever
173 Gasp. garlic eating
"i let u die to save ur dick bro!!!"
20 years. jesus
OH FUCK MEET THE PARENT TIME. oh my god
yjh: kdj will be my compainion mom: arent you like a horrible person? Yjh: why is your family like this
double whose gonna kill our guy twist
175 yjh: i guess you mother doesnt like me. -> is that a JOKE. are you cracking a (gay tinged) joke to cope buddy?
176 "It was a distance that could be crossed, but I could never reach her. It was the same in prison and even now. this had become our distance"
guh. hes gonna listen. even if it hurts. even if it changes him
IM GOING TO ATTACK AND DETHRONE GOD
dohyuk moments against a backdrop of cthulu ass boss fight
kdj can look cool as hell when he wants to i guess damn
Cheok Jungyeong: Solidarity Forever 🎶
"i wont let you die" AHHHHHHHHH
rotating: oh god i specifically was trying to group this segment for parental vibes and themes and now my brain is mush. i need a second notebook maybe... (rereading a bit) okay something like. obviously. goes without saying. kdj is the most unreliable narrator in the world. and clearly there is more to the story, she was literally about to say it before... god stuff. but ill just note out the things i was grabbing so far. the question of how to raise a child in the apocalypse. clear with lgy and sys (like extra extremely so). and lesser with ljh. often kinda. throwing them into the fire. (or a hole. with no explanation. thanks yjh). but also supporting them (literally the incarnation stuff. cant remember where line about 'one persons gaze can mean live or death' but yes. yeah). contrast. kdj mom with the childhood environment and the tone. i think its like. kdj is almost mad about the wrong thing. but its the hurt he has. not the one he may about to have. even if hes wrong about what his mother did (i literally dont know!!) well. it has to be said.
oh also the mother constellation! theres a fun parallel there. i mean. this is of course the novel of fun parallels but still. its um. weird ctuhul twitch stream version of making a deal with the devil (in the pale moonlight -> star trek ep that also has a guy get a guy to kill someone for the good of a state. huh)
also there was dokkaebi preschool. that just seems worth mentioning. and even dokkaebi egg sys
#some shit#orv blogging#line of navel gazing to on theme of reading and transcribing my own notes on fool with interjections as if i didnt write them#even the author becomes a reader ehhhh???#i never had a thesis but these parenthood thoughts made more sense this morning i swear. i had like. a trajectory#this is true delirious blogging im up way past bedtime#oh yeah and. reinheit. reinhartd. watch legends of galatic heroes. my command (long and involved military scifi anime)#(OLD! VERSION! not that new shit)#orv notebook
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Xue Long Yang Birthday Boy
Forgot to post this yesterday, so here you go. All three parts under the cut. (Birthday 3/11)
TW: for mention of illness
Happy Birthday (Part 1)
NRC School Newspaper A Birthday Interview with Xue Long
Yuu: Hello! Happy Birthday to you!
Xue Long: Um… Thank you. And thank you for coming by.
Yuu: How are you enjoying the party so far?
Xue Long: To be honest, I am not much of a party person.
Yuu: Why is that?
Xue Long: Well to begin with, I don’t usually talk to people very much. There aren’t many people that I am close to, so I do not have very many people outside of my family I can speak with.
Yuu: Is that so? Who are some people outside of your family that you have gotten close to or at least like in some way?
Xue Long: Let’s see… to start with… There is Ester Thorn from my dorm. I thought he was a strange person when I met him, but he is a nice person under it all. I just hope he will learn to dial it back just a bit… His energy is somewhat terrifying. I know he means well, but it can be exhausting to deal with sometimes.
There is also Rene Laverne. They are a quiet person, but they’re nice overall. I don’t see any fault in that, and they are reliable. Someone to be trusted, I would say.
And another from Diasomnia would be Missy Chievous. She is kind of a trouble maker, but I don’t think she is that bad of a kid overall. I suppose I could refer to her like a bratty younger sibling. I… guess?
And outside of Diasomnia, I am friends with Song Jian-Yu, Lin Ziwei, and Zhang Jiawen. We all met back in RSA during orientation. Well, I did know Jian-Yu since my childhood, but that was when I met Ziwei and Jiawen. We all got expelled from RSA because I decided it could be a fun idea to pull a small prank on the school. Jian-Yu helped me out with it of course. Ziwei and Jiawen happened to be passing by and joined in. It was an endless staircase prank by the way. It is not something I would do anymore of course. But yes, we did get caught. Then we were all expelled and ended up enrolling here. We have been inseparable since then.
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Happy Birthday (Part 2)
Yuu: So you mentioned your family earlier, do you get along with all of them?
Xue Long: To be honest… Not really. Sure I get along with all my cousins, half-siblings, and my father, but… I don’t really like my half-siblings’ father.
Yuu: Huh? Why is that?
Xue Long: Let me start out with this first. I have nothing against my half-siblings, and my distaste for their father should not be blamed on them either. It also has nothing to do with the fact that he kind of married my mother of course.
Yuu: Then what is it?
Xue Long: Well… my mother was never the healthiest to begin with. She had an illness that ended up taking her life. And honestly? Well… I also am living with that same illness. My mother often spent a lot of time with me because of that since I would get sick often.
My… step-father, well… actually, I’ll just call him my uncle, he was kind of bothered by that. He said it was unfair because she rarely spent time with my step-siblings. And he had said that maybe it was because I was bad luck that she was gone. He doesn’t remember he had said that anymore though…
Yuu: Does that upset you?
Xue Long: Only a bit… To be honest, I can’t blame him for being upset about it. Sometimes it makes me wonder if it is really my fault they never got to know their mother very much.
But let’s move on from that now. What’s your next question?
Yuu: Well… What is one of your fondest childhood memories then?
Xue Long: Oh. That’s a simple one. I would say when I first met Jian-Yu. He originally had come because his mother asked my father to help train him to fight. I was afraid of speaking to him, but Jian-Yu just skipped right over and said hello. We had spent some more time together after that, but…
I accidentally hurt him once. His mother came and took him home immediately after that, and I thought he wouldn’t come back. I mean… that was what had happened with some of the people before him. But that wasn’t what happened. He came back the next day and said “Why are you sad? Let’s be friends.”
Looking back on it now, I think that little gesture of his was enough to give me hope that I would meet more people that would be willing to stick by my side.
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Happy Birthday (Part 3)
Yuu: What are some things you do for fun?
Xue Long: Well… for one, I like to play music. To be more specific, I can play the guzheng. I would show you now, but I don’t have one here on campus. It would be hard to bring that kind of instrument here after all.. Maybe one day if we have a trip to my hometown I can show you.
Yuu: Are there any other things you like to do for fun?
Xue Long: Some people would say it is just a chore to do, but I enjoy cooking. I find it to be a relaxing activity. It is always nice to sit down and cook something. While I am in the dorms, I sometimes prepare some food for everyone to eat. Of course Lilia wants to help, I only let him cut the vegetables.
But… I like baking the most. It is always nice to make some sweet treats to share with people. It is nice to see people’s faces light up with joy when they eat something that they like.
Yuu: Were you the one to prepare the food today?
Xue Long: Actually, no. Malleus and Lilia insisted that they would handle it and that I should relax for the day. They ordered catering as per Malleus’s choice because he did not want Lilia to do any cooking. For that, I am grateful. I would prefer to avoid eating Lilia’s cooking.
But I digress. The pastries from the bakery they ordered taste good. You should have some. And maybe one day I’ll make something like these for you to try as well.
Yuu: Since you like to bake, would you consider opening a bakery in the future?
Xue Long: Well… Baking is just something I do for fun. I feel like turning it into a job would take the joy out of it. But… It is something I will keep in mind for the future. It may be something useful if it ever comes down to it.
Yuu: I look forward to what you’ll do next. Thank you for sharing all of this. And Happy Birthday once more.
Lin Ziwei and Zhang Jiawen belong to @twstwhisper
#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#male twst oc#twst male oc#oc: xue long yang#xue long yang vignette#oc: ziwei lin#oc: jiawen zhang
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update on my students and not having crushes on them
Firstly, friendship is superior. I've managed to sort of make friends with one of the female students now on Facebook at least. And she says she liked my dress and sent me a picture from when I read the Bible in church and thanked me for my teaching, so success? The girls are shy about their English and there's one who hides behind her book when I try to talk to her.
There's 6 single boys in my higher level class (3 in the other, but I find them overall less interesting. Maybe because I'm relatively certain that they're all at least 4 years younger than me). This is long, so I'm hiding the rest of it.
Three of the single boys are in my mentor group (I don't lead the group) and two of those are among the students who were drinking early in the term (back when there was a 7th boy who got expelled). (Those two and the fourth I mention here were also among the young men to go to the hospital when the principal was critically ill and among other thingdy offer to donate blood for him. And stay up all night over at the hospital.)
One of those, apparently the instigator, is my most likely to speak up in class student, including when I ask for a volunteer to close in prayer. He's also surprised me by being one of the top students. He's probably learnt his lesson and mended his ways.
The other is also likely to ask clarification questions and is one of the students who was taking English the year before. This means he can compare me to the online teacher. He did this once at the end of a test saying that they had more reading time last year. This was not the right time and place and he apologised after. That felt awkward, but yeah, he needed to. I found out a week later who told him to apologise. Then I found I'd made a mistake in some feedback and had to give my own apology. Fortunately he knows how to form the different tenses though not always when to use them. I've got an especial soft spot for him because he's one of the few students who isn't Presbyterian and might be closer to me in some doctrines (I have no problem working with presbyterians, but I'm not one). He's also in the presbytery group I'm in and I do think he's good looking. Slight bad boy look with one pierced ear and a tattoo on his neck (barely visible because dark skin). This is totally balanced out by the cuteness of baby holding.
The third of the students in the mentor group is the one of the single students that I feel pretty certain is older than me. I'm not sure what to make of him. I think he once tried leaving the miss off my name in class and I wasn't sure if that was friendliness or disrespect, but interactions don't line up with disrespect. Still not sure he's entirely happy with my teaching though. He's maybe the student I'm most careful when interacting with because I feel like too much friendliness might be misinterpreted and that would be awkward (I'm shy, but still generally friendly in the accidentally flirt with someone without realising way.) He's also in the presbytery group.
Of the remaining students, one is in the presbytery group (none of the girls are in either of the groups I'm in). He's one I took longer to notice and match name to face, but he's nice. Actually talked to us and asked our holiday plans when I'd been meaning to start that conversation for at least fifteen minutes (big feast after church on Sunday). We also ran into him in town the other week (he also came back in our friend's truck, though outside) and he definitely waited until after I bought my icecream to queue up for history. Dunno what that was. Good guy though. He was picking up the money to pay for next term.
Next, there's the students who I'm not in any smaller groups in. One we still see a lot of. Nice guy, I'm sure he's got younger siblings though I haven't asked. Larger families are the norm here, but something about him just screams brother. I think it's accurate to say he's become friends with my brother (he's a nerd whose never had many friends.) He seems to be the go to computer guy for a few people. Nice guy, which means he doesn't get the girl.
And last is the definite quietest of them. The only distinctive thing about him is that he did really well on some of the assessments and exams. He's not afraid to speak English, but I can't really recall him taking in class and if I mention him to other people they might not even know who I'm talking about. I don't know if he's gone home for the holidays, but probably as I think he's local. I wouldn't expect to notice when it comes to him.
(One of the boys in the lower level class I think left the miss off my name the other day, but it's holidays and he wasn't speaking English and though I expect it in class (every other teacher is Pastor Name and they just don't do informal) I don't always like the divide.)
I don't know why the single boys get a write-up like this when the married students are generally just as interesting (I don't share a small group with any of the married students in that class though). But I couldn't sleep and this happened. Don't know why I can't sleep and I'll need to sleep in the afternoon tomorrow because of it. Insomnia was a little bit of a problem last night too.
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Alright, I have seen it.
Wow, that was really cool!!! Another reason I changed my mind about when to watch it was cause I wanted to see some spooky stuff during the spooky month, and I was not disappointed.
There's a lot of foreshadowing that Luz's palisman would hatch into a snake, but that didn't happen before the episode ended. I hope it happens in the next one!!!
It was nice to see them actually show that Luz is bi, and also there's a non-binary person as well at that museum place, who not only had nails painted in the flag colours but also pronouns on their... desk label thing (I don't know the name for that). Also, I liked how Willow, Amity, and Gus supported Vee when she was afraid to go in the museum. Even if it was just one traumatic incident compared to the huge amounts of trauma the other characters went through, it was still important, it shows that everyone is affected differently by different things, but size or amount of time doesn't matter, if it hurts you it hurts you.
Also that gag with the Duolingo Owl parody made me laugh X) And also Camila trying to deny that she's a fan of that science fiction novel. I did wonder if that closet was her doing X)
It was also nice to show that Camila actually did enjoy Luz's silliness, and it seems like Luz's father died of an illness of some kind, since one of her videos mentions him being in the hospital.
I have to admit, possessed Hunter looked amazing. I hope to see lots of art of that. I did see some slight spoilers about Flapjack dying (as well as guessing it from hearing my sibling say something along the lines of "Noooo, Flapjack, noooooo!!!", and I was hoping that he would sacrifice himself to save Hunter, so I got a bit worried when he was wounded, but then he sacrificed himself to revive him anyway. I was relieved that we did get to see him wake up onscreen, my main worry was having to wait months to see that happen in the next episode. It's interesting that his eyes turned brown, though, maybe a side effect of having extra palistrom wood or something? At least now it provides more justification for a certain reveal in Jess The Vampire's AU, she seems good at predicting things.
But wow, I was not expecting Belos to escape!!! I really thought we would be done with him after this!!! So now they have to deal with both him AND the Collector. That's going to be tough!!! At least it was nice that Camila decided to go with them, now she can meet Eda and Lilith and King and the others...if they're alright...
#the owl house#that was so cool#i will still have worries with the ending of the next episode#especially since belos is still out there#but i'm hoping the episode after that won't be too far away#shows#faves i didn't choose#jess is doing things#in trouble
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So over on patreon Trevor asked for my take on the Addams Family and I grew up LOVING the Addams family movies so here we are. Instead of doing a straight up style interpretation, I decided to do a full on design challenge, using the characters as bases to make a black southern gothic Addams au. I actually drew the kids first, using the character bases of Wednesday and Pugsley to create some delightful kiddos I'm calling Sunday and Blanche. I of course then redesigned Gomez and Morticia into Carlisle and Mortesha.
The Addams have a very specific high aristocratic goth aesthetic (they've got a butler and nobody really works among other things) so in this re-imagining I wanted to go with vibes that run a little more middle class/upper middle class. I thought it would be interesting to think about what would be considered weird and off-putting in an entirely different culture, and how being a big ol' goth is way less controversial than it used to be.
I tried to keep this short (HAHAHAHAHAHA) so I didn't spin off into an essay about villain coded families, black people in the horror genre, and normalcy as it pertains to social survival, but just...bits of that are in these designs and lore. Keep that in mind.
Also I made the kids twins because they've flip flopped in age so much in different media and also twins run in my family (i'm the daughter of one). And let's face it, I'm pulling a lot of their southern gothic traits from living as a southern goth so *shrug*.
10 thousand pounds of lore incoming loooooooooool.
The Parents
From the moment he saw her he knew that there was a 50/50 chance of him either never making it out of that swamp alive or marrying the figure that was creeping out from under the distant willow tree in a black cocktail dress. The third time she found him trussed up in one of her traps, he complimented her rope work and asked if she'd like to go out sometime after his head wound stopped bleeding.
Or while it was still bleeding.
If she was into that.
Some kids and a mysteriously burnt down Piggly Wiggly later, their love is still as strong and inescapable as a bear trap in a sink hole.
Carlisle Guillermo (now Addams through marriage but I wanted to give him two first names for a name since Gomez has two last names) makes a vaguely described living practicing ‘law’ around town. A loophole king, people come to him from miles around with contracts signed in blood, fights over chunks of hair buried in their rivals’ yard, dehydrated primate hands, memories that seemed like dreams until the evidence of their happenings became too real, and other regular Legal Items asking for counsel which he is all too happy to give. For a price. Sometimes that price is a homemade pie and sometimes it’s a million dollars, depends on who you are. Whatever you’re asked to pay it’s worth that price, and if you try to scam him out of work or he just plain doesn’t like you? Well. He knows how to twist a contract better than anything at the crossroads.
And he always gets his due.
He doesn’t just serve the local (living)humans though, there are many things that need proper legal representation in this day and age. You wouldn’t believe how many city councils try to build on sacred burial grounds even after he lets them know that his ghostly clients are totally gonna haunt the FUCK out of the ensuing shitty condos and curse their families for all eternity. At least 50% of his energy goes towards dealing with real estate bullshit.
Carl is an excitable and good natured(?) man who loves his family, cigars, dancing, and his many knife-based hobbies. People find him very charming once they get past the feeling that they’re talking to a sultry gator badly disguising itself as a human. I didn’t put a ton of deep thought into designing him, mostly I wanted to make a middle aged dude who looked like he would have been voted ‘most likely to smooch the literal devil’ in high school. Tbh he probably has, but no demonic ex’s can compare to his lovely wife~
Mortesha Addams(her name was already perfect so I just tweaked it)is a woman of many talents. A self proclaimed homemaker, she prides herself on a greenhouse full of Concerning Foliage, a beautiful wasp apiary, and a coop full of what are probably chickens that she keeps for what are probably eggs. She’s also an avid creator of the outsider art that can be seen around the estate. She has taken on the family business of selling her homemade goods in a little stall by the road just outside the swamp with her mom, and makes pretty good money doing so. A surprising amount of poison gets bought in quaint southern towns.
Speaking of poison, people who come out to the edge of the swamp to buy it are usually carrying a lot of secrets around, and Mortesha knows most of them. It’s not like she pries the truth out of people, it just so happens that many nervous hellos eventually turn into the tragic backstory power hour if she’s alone with a client for long enough. She supposes that’s just how people are. Despite the fact that the Addams are very active in the community (whether the community likes it or not) she especially, as a direct descendant of the first Addams matriarch, is seen as…Well not an outsider because the community feels A Certain Way about outsiders and despite it all the Addams are their people, but maybe something like an exception. They feel like whatever weirdness they’re hiding can’t be weirder than any given Addams, so they get a little loose with their words.
This is amusing to her, since Addams’ don’t naturally keep the kind dramatic secrets that their surface level prim and proper neighbors do. It’s much more fun to openly talk about those things.
Do they have a sadly decrepit yet terrifying grandma up in the attic? Yeah, like three. They got a tv, all the creepy porcelain dolls they could want, and they’re close to family. Where do you keep your gram-grams?
Any bodies buried on the property? Yeah some, but most are thrown to the gators.
Any creeping through the balmy summer night with ill intentions? Yeah dude, everyone loves a nice family stroll.
What about dangerous forbidden love? If an adult Addams isn’t incorporeal then they’re either queer or in a torrid romance with some person/thing mysteriously drawn to that awful swamp. Sometimes both at the same time. Most times actually.
Mortesha would know.
The current head of the Addams family is just as outgoing as her husband but a lot quieter and harder to read. She never really seems to get mad about much and always has a genteel smile for everyone whether they deserve it or not. A seven foot tall human shaped “Oh, bless your heart”. A perfectly composed Lady even when she’s, oh I dunno, burning down a Piggly Wiggly. You know. A regular southern mom. Chat her up at the hair salon for 50% off a jar of wasp honey with your next purchase of a mysterious but foreboding packet of herbs.
Designing her was pretty easy because I just drew a lankier Grace Jones and called it a day. I had some problems with her outfit simply because if we were going HARD southern gothic then she’d probably be wearing a white/cream dress with a fuller skirt but I thought keeping the silhouette and the black was more important. She’s supposed to be an anti southern gothic southern gothic character anyway. A woman who looks like she has a million secrets who is actually the most open person you could meet. For better or worse. The red hair came from a coloring error that I really ended up liking (my mom had red hair her whole childhood that only darkened up in high school so I can buy that an Addams can be naturally fire engine red) and the veil was to get more of that classic Morticia silhouette in there.
The Children
Sunday and Blanche are the twin children of Carlisle and Mortesha Addams. Some say the Addams clan got their cursed homestead when a wealthy local businessman made a deal with the devil and lost, leaving his grand mansion to his least favorite maid and cutting his losses once he realized that the swamp would do everything it could to drag the house into the water and take what was owed with its horrible curse. Others say that the family has just always squatted there and no one really cares because man, fuck that particular swamp. Have you been in there? Absolute horror show.
Anyway.
Blanche is the more outgoing sibling and quite the engineer/mad scientist in the making. He started going grey at 2 weeks old but considering he was also rocking some extra fingers, toes, and a tiny tail (he takes after his dad), his parents just put it on the 'not life threatening' pile and decided not to worry about it. He's the kind of smart that teachers find utterly infuriating, less a dog eagerly learning and obeying commands and more a hyena who keeps teaching itself how to pick locks. He has a few friends in his school's robotics club (which they honestly allowed him to make so the school could contain his... creations) but mostly hangs out with his sister exploring the swamp. They find all sorts of neat things in there! wedding rings, suspiciously lumpy garbage bags, cloaked cultists who can't read private property signs, it's an adventure every day!
Blanche is all about experimentation with his creations, his look, and his tether to this mortal coil. Is lipstick a cool thing to try? Let's find out. Can he get out of a strait jacket fast enough after being pushed into the depths of the swamp by his sister? let's find out. He's not dead yet and confused local doctors can attest to the fact that he's rarely attained more than a bad bruise so he's pretty set on continuing to kiss rattlesnakes on their cute little heads and have his sister practice her knife throwing at him until that fact changes.
Blanche is very much a country goth. Cowboy boots (customized by his mom), knife, and lighter are daily accessories. He likes to wear the crusty swamp jewelry they find (the rust adds a splash of color!) and despite appearances he does try to keep himself neat. He's just got natural Grunge Colors and a tendency to wear clothes he likes until they fall apart. Pugsley always seemed the most modernly styled to me (which might just be because little boys clothes have been the same for a long time) so I wanted Blanche to be the most purposely fashionable Addams. Everyone else is goth by nature, but he's the only one truly familiar with goth as an alternative fashion.
I got really into designing Blanche because honestly, I find Pugsley to be the most boring member of the family. And he was hard to design! I had to mess with his vibe a lot to get him looking how I wanted. I know he's supposed to evoke an " 'evil' little boy next door who's parents never reign him in", but that's just goth Dennis The Menace. I's 2020. We can at least go queer goth Calvin.
Sunday was much easier to design. Wednesday was my favorite as a child (of course) and I really wanted to keep the spirit of her look while adding things like billowy sleeves (it gets HOT down here), big poofy twists instead of braids, and a nice tie. She's a professional after all, been running the local pet cemetery since she was 6 and the previous groundskeeper met with an unfortunate accident after telling her that tarantulas don't have souls. Her specialty is creating beautiful naturalistic animal funerals similar to those that Maquenda (https://linktr.ee/artofmaquenda) makes, and she takes pride in creating miniature dioramas of her subjects after each burial which she uses as a kind of 3D catalog for future clients.
She really wants to try out her skills on humans one day. Well. Publicly try out her skills. Lotta random bodies float into the swamp. None of them have turned down her requests for diorama models so far. Most seem downright flattered. Plus, she usually figures out which graveyard/crime scene they floated over from and gets her parents to give them a lift back. She'll even help enact terrifying revenge from beyond the grave on whoever put them there if she's not, y'know, busy.
Besides arts, crafts, and pet based funerary arrangements, Sunday is an avid lover of archery (any ranged weapon really), books where little fantasy adventure animals die dramatic deaths, and history. She is That Kid who eagerly raises her hand when asked who Christopher Columbus was and ends up being sent out of class after 15 minutes for making 'a scene'. Her favorite party trick is just picking an item in the room and talking about how it relates to either some obscure historical figure with a buck wild life or a horrible disaster. At least one charity pancake breakfast ended with children in tears after her vivid description of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.
Social-wise, while Wednesday is the girl that people ask to smile because they think she'd, "look so pretty", Sunday is rarely asked anything at all. People just kind of assume from her quiet nature (in between horrible history facts) that she's angry all the time and that she hates everyone. This is untrue. She hates some people but she's ambivalent to most everyone else and even downright friendly if you bother to talk to her like a person instead of a terrifying cryptid. Like, she IS a terrifying cryptid but she's also a little girl.
That’s about it for now. One day I might do the other family members but for now I’m happy with the four I’ve redesigned. Making an au! Lurch in a family that doesn’t do butlers could be interesting. Over on patreon I put forth that he could just be Motesha’s mute little brother (similar bone structure) but Amy Crook had the nice idea of quote: “ a mysterious "cousin" that "helps around the house" whose origins are both long in the past and faintly unsettling. He's good for lifting heavy things, like that tank of propane you're about to throw into the burning Piggly Wiggly... “ which i now consider canon. Who's kid is he? How old is he? Not important. Anyone willing to commit arson with you is family.
Annnnyway. This challenge was a lot of fun! I love indulging in AU’s.
#long post#the addams family#Character Design#au#design challenge#i am incapable of doing a design challenge like a normal person#oh god i forgot the cut lol
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Old Feelings Die Hard
Y/N L/N, a boy born in 1790, at the time of his birth Napoleon domanated Europe. His parents, although not very wealthy, managed to save up some money and escape Europe, sailing for the newly formed USA.
Not long after arriving Y/N's father fell terribly ill, Y/N did his best to find a doctor, but it seemed that no one was willing to help him.
But faith wasn't ready to let the boy give up, one day, walking through the streets he was approched by a tall blond man.
“I'm so sorry, but you don't seem very well. Are you alright?”
Y/N, who had his eyes on the floor, looked up, staring at the man's golden eyes.
For some strange reason Y/N felt a pull towards the man, like he could confess all his insacurites and secrets to him and the man would keep them safe with all his heart.
“Uhm...i'm sorry sir, I'm indeed not well. My father is very sick and I don't know what to do anymore...”
“I believe it's your lucky day then, I'm a doctor, Dr. Cullen, Carlisle Cullen.”
Y/N ended up guiding Dr. Cullen into his home, he failed to notice the small grip Dr. Cullen kept on his lower back, as a way to protect him while in the busy streets.
After his first visit Dr. Cullen knew that Y/N's father was suffering from a fever, a very high fever, but a curable nonetheless.
He kept visiting the L/N's household, Dr. Cullen couldn't help eyeing the young man. The way he would treat his father and mother with such care filled his heart with love.
Since he wouldn't accept money as a form of payment (they obviously couldn't pay), Dr. Cullen was offered to eat with the small family. Which he did.
The thruth is, Dr. Cullen loved the young man, he felt connected to him, and if eating with the family meant he would spend a couple more moments with Y/N he was all in it (even tho the food didn't taste like anything to him).
On his last visit to the family, Dr. Cullen left like he was going to lose a part of himself, he just didn't want to go, he didn't want to lose the young man's attention and caring nature.
But alas, the time had to come, the time of his departure.
“Before you go, I just want to say...thank you so much, Dr. Cullen, I'm in debt with you.”
“You don't have to thank me Y/N, I'm a doctor after all. And for the last time, please call me Carlisle.”
“Again, thank you so much...Carlisle.”
Oh, how heavenly the vampire's name sounded in the young man's mouth. Carlisle thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay with the boy, but reluctantly he did so.
Throughout the next weeks Carlisle couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. The boy was simply so...enticing.
He dicided to visit the L/N's again, just to check up on Y/N's father, and maybe see Y/N's pretty face agian.
But then....his heart broke, the small house was no more, it was simple a pile of rubbles.
Carlisle didn't want to think about the worst scenarios, but he did. He asked around and he wished he didn't had.
“The L/N's? They ain't here no more, there was a fire in their house. We couldn't find them...we think they died.”
At that moment Carliske felt like a part of himself died too...his mate, his other half was dead.
Many years later...
Y/N was in a nice little town called Forks. After having lived in many different locations, Y/N decided to come to this small town.
He managed to get a job as a History professor in Forks High School. Y/N loved teaching and being that he had a Doctorate in History, he was quite able to teach.
After his first days of school, Y/N had realized something, there these siblings all, the “Cullen Kids”. Y/N couldn't help but think of an old aquatance . He played the mamory in his mind, over and over again.
“...I'm a doctor, Dr. Cullen, Carlisle Cullen.”
Carlisle...oh, how much Y/N warned to see his handsome face again. How much he wanted to kiss him.
Y/N had also realized that the Cullen kids were quite popular. Although they are all different in their own ways, they are all good kids. (they are over 100 years old, tf Y/N?).
One ordenary day, professor L/N was going to the library to return an amazing book he had read. Less then a minute after having arrived, Y/N was greeted but Emmett.
“Oh! Hello Mr. L/N! What are you doing here?”
“Uhm..H-Hello Emmet, I'm here to return a book. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Yes!...my siblings and I wanted to talk with you, do you mind?”
Emmett guided Mr. L/N to a small round table in the back of the library, where his siblings were gossiping (Mainly Alice and Rosalie).
Jasper was the first to notice the teacher's presence and he tapped Alice on the shoulder. She looked up to Mr. L/N, giving him a smile.
“Mr. L/N! I'm so glad you're here! We wanted to speak to you!”
“Is there anything you need my help with?”
The teacher sat next to Edward, Emmett took his place next to Rosalie. Speaking of Rosalie, she wasted no time going straight to the point.
“Are you a vampire?”
A little taken back, Y/N didn't know what to say, however Alice reassured him by saying that they were all vampires and just wanted to know if he was too.
“Well...yes, I'm a vampire. Have been for quite sometime now.”
“When were you born?” asked Alice.
“When were you turned?" asked Edward.
“Uhmm...I was born in 1790, I'm not sure about the exact date, since at that time Civil regestration wasn't really a thing, and I was turned in 1808.”
“No disrespect Mr. L/N, but you're really old!” joked Emmett.
“Look who's talkin' you're over a 100 years old.” Commented Jasper.
“I'm still not as old as you, Jasper.” replied Emmett.
"Boys, please stop.” said Alice.
Y/N cleared his throat and decided to ask what has been plaguing his mind since he met the Cullen siblings.
“Is your father Carlisle Cullen by any chance?”
“Yes he is, do you know him?” asked Rosalie.
“Yes I do, we met a long time ago...”
If Y/N was able to blush, he would have. This didn't go unnoticed by Alice.
“OMG! You have a crush on our father!”
“Alice Cullen! Watch your mouth, I'm still your teacher!”
“Oops...sorry.”
After much convincing from the Cullen siblings (Alice), Y/N had agreed to meet with his long time crush, Carlisle.
After arriving at the Cullen residence, Y/N stared at the gigantic house, he didn't expect Carlisle to do this well in life.
At the door, Y/N was greeted by Edward, who greeted him and led him to the living room.
“C-Carlisle, is that you?”
“Y-Y/N, I thought you...”
Carlisle didn't have time to finish his sentence, Y/N practically ran and jumped into his arms.
He didn't even notice the rest of the Cullen family, all that mathered was Carlisle.
Carlisle caught Y/N and wrapped his arms around him, like he was about to lose him again.
“I missed you so much, Carlisle!”
“We're together now, my love, that's all that matters.”
#x male reader#headcanons x male reader#male reader#headcanons#twilight x male reader#twilight#carlisle cullen#carlisle cullen x male reader
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Fight
Title: Fight
Requested? Yes.
Plot: You are Liam’s girlfriend and Scott’s younger sister, and you get attacked when you’re home alone and you barely make it.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, rape, death (flatline, but revived), violence, home invasion, funerals (imagined in y/n’s mind)
Word count: 2581
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Being Scott’s sister meant you always had a target on your back in some way, but in no worst case scenario did you think you would end up in the situation you’re in right now. Bruised, bloodied, feeling completely disgusting with yourself. And you kept blaming yourself for not fighting back harder and allowing him to do all of those things to you, even though you were overpowered and tied up, unable to fight back. Your mind began to wonder as you were progressively losing blood from your multiple stab wounds, if this was how you die. If this was the end of the road for you, and you would never get to experience anything ever again. That you would be forced to watch your family cry at your funeral, because you were too weak to fight back your attacker. It all started when you had decided on what movie to watch tonight, as you were home alone. Scott was over at Stiles’ house, the two of them had their own business you never really ventured into, not wanting to look like the annoying clingy sibling. If it was something you could help with, he would have surely told you. And your mom had a overnight shift at the hospital, so you were all alone, with no boundries on your schedule, since you wouldn’t see the rest of your family until tomorrow.
You had felt a bit weird throughtout the day, as if someone was watching you, and you even found it so unbearable that you pulled down the blinds on every window in the house, even in Scott’s and your mothers rooms. You felt really on edge, which was part of the reason why you were blaming yourself, since you thought you could have called Scott and maybe went over to Stiles’ house yourself, and maybe then you wouldn’t be in this situation. But you didn’t call Scott and instead tried to put the thought in the back of your mind, focusing on enjoying your evening, as you figured nothing could happen to you if your door is locked and your windows were shut with the blinds pulled down. But then again, the town you live in is full of supernatural creatures, one of them being your own brother, so you keep telling yourself that you should have known better. That you never should have ignored the weird feeling that persisted as you waited for your popcorn to be ready and even as you pressed play on the movie.
But as the movie started and you immersed yourself in watching it, you didn’t hear the lock on your backdoor getting picked, and the door opening, allowing your attacker to get in and sneak up on you. It wasn’t until you felt a blow to your head that sent you off your couch to the floor of your living room that you realised someone else was in your home. You didn’t even have time to check your head, as you quickly turned towards your attacker, scrambling to get on your feet and away from the large figure dressed in black who was rushing towards you. You wanted to just turn and run, the feeling of adrenaline would have helped you gain the speed that you need, but for some reason you were terrified of turning your back towards your attacker. The skin of your neck errupted in goosebumps as you felt the blood oozing down your neck from the wound on your head, and you knew that if you don’t make a run for it now, it might be too late to do anything if somehow this person ends up cornering you. So you took a chance as you had your back towards the back door, your dining room table separating you and your attacker, and you quickly turned and made a break for it.
You ran as far as your legs would carry you. The adrenaline numbing the pain of your head wound and giving you more stamina than you actually had, but you could hear the echo of feet running behind you and you quickly thought of running into the forest, where you had more of a chance of hiding than in the open. Still the person was hot on your trail, the leaves under your feet rustling, giving away both your location to your attacker and his location to you. You tried your best to lose him, taking multiple turns, having the advantage of knowing the wooded area close to your home better than the attacker. Or so you thought. After about half an hour of running, you suddenly couldn’t hear the rustle of your attacker running behind you, and so you took the chance to turn your head around and inspect the area behind you, which left you vulnerable to him appearing behind one fo the trees in front of you, having taken a shortcut, and it all ended with you crashing into him.
His strong hands grabbed your arms as you let out a surprised scream and tried your best to kick and punch the person who held onto you so violently that you felt as if his hands were burning into your skin. You tried your best to yell out for help, but the adrenaline was wearing off and you felt the full force of your tiredness from all the running and suddenly you didn’t have as much strenght to fight back against his hold, ending up tied and gagged on the ground, as the attacker had his way with you. All you could do was cry and hope you end up wiggling around enough to losen the cloth that was tied around your mouth to scream out to someone to help you, to save you from this disgusting person, who was taking away your innosence and your will to continue living. You even thought of giving up, letting him do what he wanted, and then just beg him to kill you. To just finish the job and end your misery. What was the point of him raping you and beating you, followed by him even stabbing you if his final end goal wasn’t for you to die.
His final action after raping you, beating you and stabbing you multiple times was to leave. To just leave you there, on the ground, tied up and half naked, to bleed out. He didn’t even have it in him to finish what he started, he wanted you to die slowly, and you couldn’t understand what you had done that would prompt someone to do this to you. You have always tried your best to be friends with everyone and you never had any ill intent towards anyone. Even if you had a guy confess to you and you didn’t feel the same, you would be nice to him, telling him he would find the right one for him, even if right now it doesn’t seem that way. You never had bad blood with anyone and even if this was motivated by something Scott did, you doubted he, or anyone of the pack, did something so severe that it would prompt this amount of violence on someone not involved in response.
You saw yourself in a coffin, your family members, your firends, and all of the people who knew you standing next to it, in tears, as you were being lowered to the ground. You saw your mother’s heartbroken figure, her eyes red and puffy from crying, clutching onto Scott’s arm, her legs unable to hold her up anymore, as she lost her baby girl. You saw Scott being the one to find you in the forest, dropping to his knees at the sight of his little sister dead and violated, covered in blood, her clothes torn. You saw your boyfriend Liam crying with his forehead rested against your tombstone, asking you why you let go, why you left him. And then you saw flashes of your life in rapid succession before your eyes, from the good to the bad, and all the people who make your life worth living, and that made you realise that you can’t give up. You can’t let this moment be your last. Somehow you managed to find enough strength to pull yourself towards the highway, leaving a trail of blood in your wake, and even though your vision was becoming blurry, you persisted.
The moment you passed out was when you were at the highway and you could slightly make out that a car had stopped near you and the faint sound of someone yelling out towards you and rushing to reach you. It ended up being Nolan Holloway and his father coming back from running some erands out of town. Nolad had a slight crush on you for a while now, but knowing you were in a relationship with Liam, he didn’t act on his feelings, only watched you from a far and protected you when needed. As he noticed your body next to the highway, he yelled at his dad to stop the car, his heart crashing into millions of pieces seeing you like that. They drove you to the hospital, Nolan using his jacket to cover you up as much as possible and tearing his shirt to press on your stab wounds. Melissa noticed the commotion in the hospital and recognised Nolan’s voice as the one yelling for help, but she had no idea what she was gonna see when she ran towards the sound of the commotion. She was a strong woman, but seeing her only daughter in that state crushed her, and she ended up passing out, a few nurses rushing to her aid, while other’s helped another doctor get you to an operating room, hoping to save your life.
You had lost so much blood that the doctors didn’t know if you’d make it, but that didn’t stop them from giving it their best to save your life. Scott, Stiles and Liam were quick to come to the hospital after Scott had called your phone to check up on you and you didn’t answer, after which he had called Melissa, having one of the nurses answer and tell him about the situation. He was on his way in a flash, informing Liam on his way there. All of them were out of thir mind with worry and their hearts felt like they were gonna beat out of their chest. Just as they stepped foot into the hospital main hall, Liam and Scott halted, frozen in place, as their hightened werewolf senses picked up on the sound of a flatline. Stiles was trying to rush them, doing his best to convince them that the flatline was probably not you, not being sure of his words himself, but it was. They could feel that it was, and that crushed them.
Melissa quickly embraced her son when she saw him, crying histerically, praying that you were gonna be okay. The flatline sound becoming clearer as they were closer to the operating room you were in confirmed Scott’s and Liam’s worst fears. They couldn’t lose you, not at any cost. They even thought about biting you, giving you a new chance hopefully as a werewolf, hearing the doctors scramble to bring you back from that annoying and deadly beeping sound that just wouldn’t stop. Suddenly, just as Liam was about to burst into the operating room to bite you, the beeping sound went from continuous to spaced out, meaning the doctors have managed to bring you back, and everyone let out a sigh of relief. Their worlds wouldn’t be the same without you and they knew that no matter what they were not gonna lose you, ever. Each person present in that waiting room was willing to give up their own life just so you could live. Melissa told Scott that it was Nolan who brought you in and through a bit of digging, with Nolan being their inside man (oh how greatful they were that he had a soft spot for you and would never consider hurting you, but instead would do his best to save you and find out who truly hurt you) they found out it was Tamora Monroe’s army member who did this to you.
Scott and Liam were already planning their revenge, but had to make sure you were gonna be okay. After hours of waiting, pacing back and forth, listening in on what the doctors were saying, and just silently praying, everyone jumped in surprise when one of the doctors came out of the operating room and walked towards them. Another sigh of relief washed over the group as they heard that even though it was difficult and you almost lost your battle with life, you were able to pull through, and after a long period of recovery, your were hopefully gonna be fine, as long as your condition doesn’t change during the next few days. After a few weeks of you not waking up, but being in a stable condition, here and there having low moments, where it looked like you were gonna go back to a flatline, you woke up, to see Liam sleeping sitting in a chair next to your bed, his head on the bed, his hand in yours. Scott and Stiles slept sitting up on the couch on the other side.
They visited you every single day, only skipping two when the pack planned their revenge plot and when it was executed. Feeling your hand squeeze his, Liam’s head shot up and he called out your name, met with your beautiful smile and your eyes he missed seeing so much.
“I thought I was gonna lose you! Thank you for fighting baby, thank you!“
He said as he peppered kisses all over your face, careful not to hurt you, but extatic that you were recovering. All that commotion woke up your brother and his friend, and they shared Liam’s excitement, thankful to the skies above that they didn’t take you away from them too early. You were thankful for all of them, for caring about you enough to give you the drive to want to continue living, for yourself and for them. Nolan also came to visit and apologised to you, swearing he had nothing to do with it and that he would have stopped the person who attacked you in a heartbeat.
You were thankful to him that he helped you, and you knew he was not the one who attacked you, as the person was much larger than Nolan, even if you couldn’t see their face. He promised to protect you better from now on as did the pack. Liam never left your side, even when you told him and your brother to go home and rest, even when Scott agreed to take at least an hour of rest, knowing your mother was gonna keep an eye on you, Liam stayed, no matter how much you pleaded and it solidified the love you had for him and your belief that he was the one for you. The help of the people who cared about you was crucial during your recovery, and you have never felt more loved, despite it taking a long time for the memories of that horrible even to even begin to become less vivid in your every waking and sleeping moment. But you knew you had people who were gonna be there for you.
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Hey Anon, I know it took me too long to write this and you maybe even won’t see it, but I hope you actually do and you like the fic. It was a pretty dark request and I don’t know if I made it as dark and as emotional as you maybe hoped, but I still hope you like it, let me know if you want me to change some things :)
I don’t even know if anyone ever got emotional reading my work, I’m not that good of a writer so I’m so so sorry for that :) <3
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That’s all for tonight folks, see ya soon :D
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The best of friends
Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Summary: The dreaded weekend has arrived. It goes as well as you expected, but you made some new friends.
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First of all, let it be known that you tried oh so desperately to get out of this situation.
You tried to feign an illness, Bruce deemed you okay. You said you were supposed to be training with Steve, Bucky said he was on a mission. Hell, you even tried to get into trouble and be grounded, but your dad saw right through it.
“Y/n, why don’t you wanna go with Peter and his friends?” He asks, slightly irritated but mostly worried.
“Because...” You don’t answer the question. Instead opting to look around the common room and avoid eye contact.
“Because what? You love hanging out with Peter.” Then he mumbles,” Maybe a little too much”
You were going to defend yourself, but then you realized you had one more trick up your sleeve.
“It’s just...I realized that I haven’t really spent time with you.” You look at your dad with big eyes,” Ever since I met Pete, we’ve been hanging out almost every weekend, we rarely have any father-daughter time”
Tony’s face softens,” Well, you’re not wrong..”
Yes! He took the bait!
“Oh what the hell, Spiderling can just come over next weeke--”
“Tony!” Oh no..
“Hey Pep, I was just planning a daddy- daughter day with Y/n”
She looked at you apologetically, “I’m sorry sweetie, but your dad seems to have forgotten that we have a meeting to attend”
God damnit.
“I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to go.” He pouts as Pepper drags him away. He turns to you, “ Kid, just go with Peter today, we can spend some time together tomorrow or something, OW Pep I’m coming!!”
You sigh, looking at the time and realizing that you had two hours to get ready. You slowly walk to your room, freading every step you take. On your way there you bump into Wanda. Literally.
“Oh sorry Wanda” You mutter, it’s still a little awkward between you two.
“It’s okay.” She smiles,” Are you alright, you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” Ironic.
You sigh, and tell her about your plans with Peter and how he invited Liz and his friends.
“So, you’ve finally realized your feelings for the Spider boy.”
You choke hearing her words,” Wh-what?! Who said anything about feelings?”
She looks at you with a bored face,” You do know I can basically read your mind right? Besides, I don’t have read your mind to see you like each other. It pretty obvious all on it’s own.”
You look down, “ I don’t know, you should have seen his face when he saw Liz...”
It was silent for a second, then Wanda’s face grew a look of determination, “ Okay, then we’ll make him realize how much he likes you.”
With those words, she pulled you along into your room.
“When did she get so strong?” You thought to yourself, surprised at how easily she was able to maneuver your body.
Once you were in your room, she made for your closet.
“Boys are stupid” She said, going through all your clothes, “ They don’t realize they want something until someone else wants the same thing.”
“So..where exactly are you going with this?” You ask cautiously. Then she pulls out an oversized t shirt, biker shirts, and some sneakers.
“Everytime you see Peter, you’re bare faced and in sweats. And while there's nothing wrong with that, I know that you want Peter to recognize you was a potential partner, yes?”
You nod,” Yes, but what does dressing up have to do with anything?”
Wanda rolls her eyes,” Right now, he sees you as a friend. His buddy that he sees only on the weekend, away from his ‘normal’ life. You want to break that notion.”
You nod along, everything she says is making sense. Even if Peter is a little touchy with you, it seems to be very subconscious. You want him to look at you the way he looks at Liz. You want that silly smile he gives her to be aimed at you.
Besides, it has been a while since you got the chance to dress up.
You smile at Wanda, “ You know, you’re really fun to hang out with.”
She blushes at your words,” It's nice to have a girl to hang out with. Put on your clothes then call me, I’ll help you with your make up.” Then she walks out of your room, softly closing the door. You never realized it before, but Wanda really does keep to herself and Pietro. She’ll talk to Vision or Steve every once in a while, but it's pretty rare. Maybe you both weren’t so different after all...
You smile as you change, your talk with Wanda helped ease your anxiety for the moments. You decide to do your hair in your favorite hairstyle. Then you picked out some necklaces, the gold meshing perfectly on your brown skin. Then you called Wanda back in.
“Beautiful, Parkers not going to know what hit him” She says with a smile, “I know you don’t wear much makeup on a regular day, so how about this?”
She pulls up a picture on pinterest. You smile, she really looked up ‘black girl makeup’ on pinterest for you.
“I love it. I have some falsies I use for galas in my makeup bag.”
So you and Wanda spend the next thirty minutes doing your makeup. It really was fun. The two of you laughed and giggled at each other, sang along to the music playing in the background, and talked about anything and everything.
When you were finally done, you stared at yourself in the mirror. It was weird. Sure, you’ve been dressed up before, but that was usually when you went to fancy dinner parties with your dad. This was a whole other thing.
“You’re missing something.” Wanda says looking at you, “ But I’m not too sure what it is...” Then, Pietro peaks his head in the door.
“Um Wanda, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all ove-” “Pietro! You can’t just walk into a girls room without knocking!” “You’ve been in here for almost two hours how was I supposed to Kn--”
You chuckle at the two siblings bickering. It kind of reminded you if you and your dad. For a forty year old man, he really could act like a child.
“Since you’re here, we need a boys opinion” Wanda says cutting off whatever you were thinking about.
“What for?” He asks skeptically, finally realizing that there was another person in the room with them.
“She’s missing something, yes?” She says, pulling you over to them. Your face burns as you feel Pietro's gaze on you. Looking for whatever Wanda claims that was missing.
“That shiny sticky stuff you put on your lips.” He says,” oh and try these” a burst of wind hits your face and blows back Wanda's hair as Pietro runs and comes back with a pair of tiny sunglasses.
“Here.” He places them on your head, “You know, you’re actually really pretty.”
Wanda laughs,” If it doesn’t work out with Peter, you can always date Pietro”
“That's not what I meant!” He says with a blush, “ Are you finally going on a date with the Spider boy?”
You sigh,” No, he invited his crush and his friends to our shopping trip”
Pietro shakes his head,” You should make him jealous.”
Wanda rolls her eyes and you look at him in confusion,” What do you mean?”
“Men want things they can’t have. If you make him jealous, he’ll definitely pay attention to you.” Then his eyes widen, “ Hey! I can dress up like a teenager and--” “NO”
Wanda yells shutting down that idea,” Y/n, don’t listen to my idiot brother.” She hands you the lip gloss,”Now, just make sure to show him what he’s missing, act the way you do when you were with me.”
“Ms. Stark? Mr. Parker is waiting for you in the lobby.”
Wanda and Pietro with you to the elevator
“Good luck Y/n, remember what I said.” Wanda said with a wink.
Pietro smiled as the doors closed, but you could have sworn he smirked at the last minute.
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“Oh well” You think,” Okay, just be yourself, be yourself”
The elevator doors open to reveal MJ and Ned sitting on the lobby chairs. They stand up at the sound of the doors opening.
“Finally, Peter kept-- woah” Ned’s eyes widened at seeing you. “H-hi”
“Hi Ned” You say with a soft smile, “ Wheres Peter?”
“He’s outside waiting for Liz’s mom to drop her off” Mj said with a scoff, “ Really, you’d think she’d be on time..”
“Oh..okay” You say, already Peter was ignoring you for Liz and the day barely started. “Well, let’s meet him outside”
The three of you started to make your way outside when a gust of wind blew from the back.
“Ah Printsessa! I’m glad I caught you before you left”
oh no...
“You forgot your purse on the counter. I’m sure you need it or this shopping trip” He says with a smirk, holding the small bag with his finger.
Ned and Mj were in shock. Either because they were starstruck or because they weren’t expecting to talk to one of the Avengers.
“Hey guys! Liz is here!” Peter says walking into the building. ‘Oh hey Y/n”
“Hey Pete” You say, annoyed that he was just greeting you. Not even with a hug.
“Well!” Pietro saud loudly,” Here is your bag”
As you went to grab the bag, Pietro raised it out of your reach.
“Come on printsessa, I know you’re faster than that” He said in a teasing tone.
“Pietro! We have to go” You said with a laugh, confused on why he was acting like this.
“Okay okay” He goes to hand the purse to you,” You really do look beautiful, as always.” He says with a smile. “побачимось пізніше принцесою“
Then he pecks you on the forehead, winks at the group, and is gone with another burst of wind.
“What was that?” Peter asks,” I didn’t know you were so close with Pietro.”
“Well him and Wanda helped me pick my outfit” You said with a shrug, “I didn’t even know I was close to Pietro like that”
“Well, your outfit is super cute” Liz said with a smile.
“Damn I can’t even hate her, she's so nice” you think to yourself.
‘Thank you” you said weakly, “ I honestly didn’t know I had clothes like this”
“Neither did I” mumbled Peter.
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The five of you started the day by walking to some of the shops near the Tower. You,Mj, and ned ended up being left behind while Peter and Liz were in the front.
“Why did he invite us if he isn’t going to talk to us?” Mj mumbles to you and Ned.
“Aw come on Mj, Peter’s been trying to talk to Liz for like three years now.” Ned whispers back.
“That doesn’t mean he has to ditch his friends” you say quietly, Mj agreeing with you.
“Exactly, this is Y/ns first time out with friends and he’s missing it for Liz.”
“Why does everyone think I don’t have friends?” You say with a laugh,” I just don’t have any in the city.”
“Right” Mj says,” Either way, you don’t get out much.”
“That’s right! We should be having fun, not moping about Peter.” Ned adds, “Come on!”
He pulls you and Mj into the store, dragging you through the aisles and making you both try on ridiculous stuff. It was really fun, you laughed as Ned draped a feather boa on an annoyed Mj. But then you noticed that Peter and Liz were standing way too close to each other. Peter ran a hand through his hair as Liz laughed at whatever he said.
That cold feeling grew in your chest again. You watched as Peter awkwardly picked lint off of her hair as she smiled.
“Hey! We should go to this carnival they’re having!” Ned yells, ruining their moment.
“Way to go Ned” You think, satisfied at the outcome.
“A carnival?” Peter asks, “ I don’t know Ned, it's pretty far from here..”
“Aw come one guys! It one sub stop away from here! “
“I’ve never been to a carnival before” You said, “It sounds fun”
“But Mr. Stark said not to go too far..”
“You know a carnival does sound fun” Liz says, then Peter softens and gets that stupid look on his face.
“Okay fine” He says, “ We should get going.”
“Of course he agrees with her” Mj mutters.
“No kidding” You whisper back.
The walk to the subway was awkward, you all waited quietly for the train to get there.
“So..I guess you’ve never been on a sub before huh?” Liz said, trying to make conversation.
‘The last time I was on one, my mother was leaving me with my dad.” You said blankly, watching the people around you scurry. You didn’t mean to be so rude. Really, it wasn’t her fault that Peter liked her, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted to spend time with Peter alone.
“Oh, I’m sorry I..I didn’t know” Liz said looking away. Peter looked in between you two, as if he didn’t know who to comfort.
He chose Liz of course.
“Hey, it’s okay you didn’t mean to” He said rubbing her back. “ She knows that”
You and Mj simultaneously roll your eyes. She looks at you as if asking if you’re okay. You nod, appreciating the small gesture.
The group gets on the subway. You see Peter go to sit down, one space free next to him. You see Liz talking to Ned about the carnival and Mj was already sitting somewhere else. So you took the chance to finally be alone with Peter.
You sit down with a sigh, finally glad to be off your feet.
“Hey” You mutter to Peter, pulling out your lip gloss and mirror.
“Hey! Gosh I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever” Peter says chuckling. He turns to look at you. “So, are you having fun? Are Ned and Mj being nice to you?”
“Yeah, they’re great.” You say, pouting in the mirror. From your peripheral, you can see Peter glance at your lips. You smile, and suddenly turn towards him. Your faces close together.
“You look great..by the way..” He says lowly, “You look different..”
“Well, I’m not in my pyjamas” You saw with a light laugh. Peter laughs along with you.
“That’s true, I never realized that we mainly hang out at the tower.”
“Yeah, it’d be nice to hang out somewhere else” You say, hinting that you want to spend time alone with him.
“Yeah..that would be nice” He whispers. He looks at you for a bit, examining your face. “Hey, umm, what was that with Pietro?”
You look at him in surprise, “ What do you mean?”
He turns red, “ Well, it’s just that..it kind of looked like he was flirting with you.”
Wait..is he.. “Peter Parker, are you jealous?” you ask with a grin.
“What? N-no!” He stutters,”It’s just that he..he’s like old!”
You laugh,” He’s twenty one, hardly that much older”
“Yeah..but still” He says with a pout, “I don’t need anyone taking my best friend away.”
Your heart flutters, the thought of him not wanting to lose you made you grow hot.
“Don’t worry web head, no one is going to take me away from you.” You say looking him in the eye. He smiles at you, taking your hand.
“Good, and no one is--” “Hey Peter, we’re here!”
Liz. Of course.
Peter practically throws your hand back into your lap.
“Oh awesome!” He says getting up from his spot and walking over to her.
Leaving you by yourself. Mj walks up to you.
“He’s an idiot.” She says knowingly, “Come on.” She grabs your hand, pulling you off the train and through the crowd. You let her, deflated at the fact that Peter put you second to Liz...again.
“Hey...I know you like Peter.” Mj says, “ But don’t let him get you down. You’re hot shit, if he can’t see that then fuck him.”
You look at her in shock, “I guess I have been pretty obvious huh?”
“No kidding” Ned suddenly appears, “If looks could kill, Liz would be six feet under.”
You sigh, “I’m sorry if I’m ruining your day, I just...I have no experience with this sort of thing.”
“But you’re a Stark...” Ned begins
“Yeah, but I’ve always been homeschooled, my first crush was on Steve and I was 7. This is different” You look at Peter, “ Peter was the first person my age I truly got to know. Not as Tony Stark's daughter, but as me.”
“Seeing him with Liz must be confusing. I’m sorry he’s so stupid” Mj says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“Let’s go have fun.” Ned says, “ You shouldn’t let this situation bring you down.”
You smile, deciding Ned was right. The three of you walk up to the entrance. The air smells like fried foods and candy. Screams of children on rides and laughter of couples on dates fills your ears. The bright lights shine as the setting sun lowers in the background. You’re amazed, only ever seeing stuff like this in movies.
“Come on guys!” Liz shouts waving you, Mj and Ned over to a ride. The Himalaya. It was a ride that went in circles, each round faster and faster. But the thing that caught your attention was the rock music that played in the background.
“Sounds like the lab” You shout over the music, “Dad is always blasting music when I go down there.”
“Oh that’s true!” Peter shouts back, “ He let me pick the music once”
“Yeah and you picked some poppy trash” You teased, “ You trying to give my old man a heart attack Parker?”
“I told you it was an accident!”
“Oh sure”
“Next!” The attendant shouted. You started to make your way to the carts. Mj pulling Liz and Ned to go sit with her, she turned to you with a wink.
“Guess it’s you and me” Peter says looking back at Liz.
“Don’t sound so excited” You mutter, about to make your way to the next cart when the attendant stopped you
“Hey, do you wanna pick the next song?” He asks handing you a book full of songs.
“Sure, umm number 79″ You say with a smile, the attendant looks at you with a grin
“You have taste, I’m impressed”
“I get it from my dad” You say, about to walk away when he stops you again
“Your sunglasses might fall off, I’ll hold them for you” He says, taking them off your head.
You blush at his sudden closeness when you hear Peter shout
“ You coming Stark?” “Yeah I’m coming”
You smile at the boy and run off to join your friend.
“Sorry, he let me pick the song” You say, settling into the seat next to Peter.
“He was a little close don’t you think?” He says fiddling with the bar that serves as the seatbelt.
“I don’t know, I guess”
The ride started slowly going forward. The first notes of “You shook me all night long” starting to play. You along with several older adults started cheering. As the ride started moving faster, you started laughing and loudly singing along. The fluttering feeling coming back as Peter watched you sing. With that smile you know is reserved only for you. A smile you’ve seen time and time again, when you’re falling asleep during movie nights, or when you win at a board game.
At that moment, as you watch the world blur around you, it was just you and Peter. Yelling AC/DC lyrics in his face while he looked at you in amusement. This was how it was meant to be.
Then the song ends. And so does the ride.
Once it stops, Peter hops out and goes to help Liz out of her seat.
You sigh, making your way up to the attendant to get your glasses.
“Hey, thanks for holding them” You say taking your glasses, you smile at him and walk away. You catch up to the rest of your friends placing the glasses on your head.
“Y/n you have something on your glasses.” Ned points out. You reached out and felt piece of paper on your glasses. You take it off, you see the attendant has written his number on a piece of paper and attached it to your glasses
“ Ohhh look at you” Ned says, “looks like the playboy has passed from your dad to you”
Everyone laughs, except Peter for some reason. You look at him in concern, but before you can say anything Liz pulls him away to ring toss booth.
“ Come on guys, I want one of those fried Oreos,”
So again you were separated from Peter. It seems like every time you had a chance to get close to him somebody was always butting in.
You sigh, “maybe it wasn’t meant to be, I mean if he wanted to..he would right??”
Lost in thought you watch as Ned and Mj argue over something about Shakespeare. You tune out as you continue to think about Peter in the situation you’re in. That’s when you heard your name being yelled
“ Hey Stark!!”
You turn around and to your surprise, you see a familiar face. 
“Am I dreaming or is that you Jason Todd??”
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A/n: fun fact there’s actually a ride called the Himalaya in an amusement park in my town. It basically does the same thing I described in the story it’s my favorite ride.

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Souvenir (Newt Scamander x Reader)
Gender neutral. My dumbass changed the request so they aren’t already together I am sorry but they needed to meet first
EDIT/DISCLAIMER: I hadn’t watched the films in LITERALLY FOREVER i got some parts wrong but for the record the fantastic beasts book does not say what mooncalves eat and i had to go as creative as possible (... grass)
Requested by: NOT anon but i forgot who requested i’m so sorry
Maybe Newt introducing his partner to all of his creatures and one of the creates (possibly another bowtruckle but up to you) getting really attached
Flying together on Frank the thunderbird (he's a thunderbird right?)
Oh fluffy adorable feeding the baby mooncalves
(Can you tell I like cute things and all of his animals?)
Word Count: 1593
You first met Newt when you were out on a late night stroll.
People always said it was dangerous to walk outside late at night, but you had magic, and that would at least protect you from no-majs with ill intent. You would never expect to run into a wizard the way you did.
There was, after all, an Erumpent with a man in a bright blue coat making the strangest movements and sounds. It was certainly interesting. Another man stood off to the side, holding a bottle that was unmistakably one that was used for potions. Once the bottle spilled, you ran closer, hoping that you could counter the effects of the potion before it caused any damage. Instead, the Erumpent turned to him and charged. There was a lot of screaming.
You followed them over the hills of Central Park and a frozen river that you absolutely did not trust to hold the weight of a grown man, much less an Erumpent. You threw a quick spell to solidify it completely, and the three of you had managed to get the Erumpent into a very small case.
"Well, it looks like we've made a new friend!" the skinnier man in the blue coat said. "Thanks for helping."
"I really didn't do anything," you replied.
"Nonsense, you froze the river, didn't you? Wonderful spellwork, by the way," he complimented.
You warily looked at the no-maj, currently trying his best to brush off whatever he had spilled on himself. You knew how dangerous it was for them to know about magic.
"Oh, I'm Newt. This is Jacob. We've been gathering all the magical creatures that... are around the city," Newt explained.
"I'm (Y/N)," you said.
You held your hand out in greeting, and he took it with a mild shake. Jacob's was only slightly firmer.
"You know, I'm good with magical creatures. They were my favourites to look for in the forest of the school I went to. If you want, I can help," you offered.
Newt smiled brightly, and motioned back to the city that surrounded you.
"Well, we've finished with this, and we've got more to do. How about we find the rest of them?"
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Newt opened his case on the floor, nodding to it with a smile.
"Go on. I promise it's safe," he assured you.
You gave him a stern look and climbed down the ladder into a small, wooden workshop.
"Is this an expanding charm?" you called up as he started to make his own way down. "Amazing work. It's rarely ever neat when I expand anything."
"Well, it helps that I've got other magic to keep everything where it is," he grinned. "Shall we?"
He gestured to the door. You pushed it open, your mouth open in shock as you took in the desert-like area around you.
"Newt!" you exclaimed. "Do you know how much work it takes to do this? You either have very powerful magic or a lot of time on your hands."
"Well I wouldn't say I'm very powerful," he humbly responded. "I've had this case for years, and I only started with a few of these areas. Now it's a lot more, but that's not the point."
He gestured to move on, and you followed wordlessly. The disturbance in the background made it clear that it was a piece of cloth rather than the actual background, and he pushed it aside to reveal the Erumpent you had helped him retrieve.
"I found her a while ago, and I'll be returning her home once she's ready. I'd bring you closer but after recent events, I think it would be better not to cause unnecessary damage to all of New York City."
You both laughed. He led you through another curtain to where the Niffler dove into a hole, and the bowtruckles were all on a tree together.
"I'm sure you already know the bowtruckles aren't as friendly as the others in this case, but Pickett likes to hang around me sometimes," Newt said.
He put his hand out for one of the bowtruckles, who climbed onto his hand and scampered up his arm, clinging to his bowtie for a few seconds. Newt had to pull Pickett off and back into his hand, and raised him up between the two of you. You were both met each other's eyes. He looked nervous for a split second, then brought up Pickett between your line of view.
"Say hello, Pickett! This is (Y/N)."
"Hi there," you smiled.
You waved your hand to the little green creature. He jumped from Newt's hand to your shirt, and found his way to the top of your head.
"Pickett! You know you need to ask before you climb someone like that," Newt scolded.
He had his hands on his hips and glared at the bowtruckle sternly. Pickett made a noise that sounded suspiciously like blowing a raspberry and rested himself in your hair.
"I think he likes me," you laughed. "Isn't it rare for bowtruckles to be this friendly?"
"Yes, but I think-"
Newt suddenly cut himself off as a blush grew on his face. You furrowed your eyebrows at him.
"You think what?" you asked.
"Um, I talk to the creatures about you sometimes? I think he remembered your name."
You hadn't known each other too long, but you figured it was enough to be good friends.
"Oh, that's nice. It's great to meet them," you said.
He gestured for you to follow him. He turned quickly as you walked, probably to hide his red face. By the time you reached a large nest, it was completely gone and replaced with a wide smile.
"This is an Occamy! They are usually very protective of their young, but I've earned her trust just enough. I'll be releasing her and her babies once they're a little more grown," Newt said.
The blue serpent-like creature inspected you as you approached the nest. A peer over the edge gave you a glimpse of a smaller Occamy, playing with its siblings. There were chirps coming from the nest. Newt brought you along to a different environment, one that looked more like a desert.
"And that's Frank," he said.
You both looked up to see a Thunderbird flying on his own in the sky. He began to drop down and land as he spotted you.
"Frank, this is my friend! Be nice," Newt said. "You can hold your hand out to him."
You hesitantly put your hand up, around where the bird's beak would be if he was in front of you. Frank shuffled his wings, then got closer until the feathers just under his eye were tickling your hand. You carefully stroked the feathers there, and he closed his eyes in content.
"I'm in America for a lot of reasons, and all of them are to bring these creatures back home," Newt said. "Tina and Queenie have been nice enough to let me stay with them while I'm still here."
"You're welcome to stay with me as well," you smiled.
You continued onto the next area, a quieter and darker one lit by a full moon on one of the curtains. The creatures were like a strange mix of a sheep and a cow with the largest eyes that didn't look like they would fit in their heads.
"Mooncalves!" you said, taking a few steps closer.
"Wait, come back. I'll have you feed them, since it's already time."
They were still a distance away. Despite their shy nature, they were still intrigued by the new addition to their temporary home. They started to get closer. After a few minutes of preparing the bowls with Newt, two of them had already gotten very close to you. They nudged your legs, knowing that you had something they wanted. When Newt walked with his bowl closer to the rest of the mooncalves, they all flocked to him. You followed behind, and some went to you.
"Throw a bit of this onto the ground right here."
He picked up a handful of what looked like rice grains and threw them across the ground. You did the same until the soil was mostly covered. Newt pulled out his wand and mumbled a spell, which caused the soil to cover the little grains and grass to spring up from where they dropped instead. The mooncalves rushed over to the grass and began to graze.
"Grass seeds! It's much more convenient than carrying grass or taking them outside when there's a full moon," Newt explained.
"That's amazing," you complimented, which he bashfully brushed off.
He took your bowl and put it away. A bowtruckle returned to his tree and a niffler nearly grabbing your pen lined with shiny metal later, you both returned to your small room. It was as if you'd entered another world or a dream and were now being pulled back into reality. You stood face to face with Newt, a grin present on his.
"If you're not staying in New York too long, I think maybe you'd need a souvenir before you go," you whispered.
"What's that?"
You took a step closer to him and slowly pressed your lips to his. He brought you closer, a hand on your back to keep the both of you steady. When you pulled away, he kept his hand there.
"That might be one of the best souvenirs I'll ever receive, but I think I can find one better."
"Can you really?"
He laughed breathlessly, and pulled you closer once more.
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The Long Con Part Two
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Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader
Rating: T
Notes: Thanks for all of the encouragement on the first couple of parts of this 🥰💕 I hope y’all had a good week! 💖
Warnings: Cursing; some angst
Summary: “Shitty liars need to practice, Pike.”
“Alright, I’ve got a list,” You said, shrugging off your bag and setting it down beside Marcus’ couch.
“A list?” Marcus repeated, coming back from the kitchen with a glass of water for you, “Of what?”
“Thank you-- Things that we need to sort out before we get to Austin. Look, you’re a shitty liar, right? Your words, I’m paraphrasing,” You tacked on, reaching into your bag and pulling out your notebook and a pen.
“Uh-huh,” Marcus agreed amusedly.
“Right, so hopefully if we sort out our details now, you won’t feel so freaked when we’re down there. And you won’t be trying to cobble together facts on the fly. That would get incredibly messy— especially if we’re going to pull this off all week.”
“A full week of lying to my family,” Marcus sighed, “Talk about a long con, huh?”
You glanced up at him from under your lashes, amused.
“God, you’re such a boy scout. And technically you’ve already lied to them, you started the second you told Marnie that you were bringing me— though that’s technically not a lie anymore. Just...Don’t think about it as lying, pretend you’re undercover or something,” You shrugged, flipping your notebook over to your list of questions.
“So I’d be lying to myself about the lie? Isn’t that compounding it?”
“You’re overthinking it, Agent.”
“You might want to start calling me Marcus.”
“Right,” You muttered, “I will...Remember to do that.”
“So what’s on the list?”
Your eyes darted up from your list as you watched Marcus shrug out of his suit jacket. You’d seen Pike in less-than-pristine states before, especially throughout the Coleman case. You’d seen him with his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up, and when you were half-tweaked on caffeine in your cramped office, it was… more than a little distracting. You leaned forward, picking up the glass and taking a pull from it before setting it down and settling back again.
“Basics first,” You said, “How we met. I say we stick with ‘work’.”
“That’s not a lie.”
“I know, I thought you’d like that.”
“I do.”
“Okay. How long have we been together?”
“Uh...Few months at least-- Five?”
“I can handle five,” You jotted it down, “How come you haven’t mentioned me to them before?”
You glanced over at Marcus, smiling a little when you saw his panicked expression.
“Or have you gotten this one already?” You added.
“No, I haven’t-- Work has been busy? Again, I think that would be sufficient, so-- Hang on.”
You raised your brows as Marcus leaned back against his couch. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
“What’s happening over there?” You asked.
“We should change how long we’ve been together to...Maybe two or three months? If we’d been together for five and I hadn’t said anything, my family would be very suspicious.”
You nodded, scribbling out ‘5’ and writing ‘2-3’.
“‘Kay. Are there any significant past relationships - serious girlfriends, fiancés that I should know about? I don’t need full details, just, like, broad strokes so that if someone mentions something, I’m not completely in the dark.”
“One ex-wife, one ex-fiancé,” Marcus answered without hesitation. You nodded a little, jotting that down, and stilled when he added, “My ex-wife will be at the wedding.”
“Good to know. Is that contentious?”
“No,” Marcus shook his head, “No, it ended amicably.”
You considered Marcus, his puppy-dog eyes, soft smile and kind nature, and you couldn’t imagine it ending any other way.
“She’s still close to my family,” He tacked on.
“Oh,” You laughed a little, “Great. That’s gonna be fun for me.”
“What do you mean?” Marcus frowned. You shot him a look.
“Your family is still close to your ex-wife. You’re bringing a new girlfriend home. You don’t think this could get a little tense? Or is your entire family just as nice as you are?”
Your brows rose as Marcus laughed a little, his head ducking bashfully at the question.
“We try not to judge,” he conceded, shrugging, “I’ve brought a couple of other people home since the divorce. They’re not going to jump to conclusions.”
You hummed, glancing further down your list. Your stomach twisted at one question, but it was one that you knew that you had to ask.
“Speaking of jumping to conclusions,” You shifted in your seat, “Is there anyone in your family that might run a background check on me?”
“A background check?”
“Yeah,” You nodded, “I mean, I know my records are sealed and wouldn’t pop if someone ran a normal background check on me, but if anyone in your family is in law enforcement like you and...And went poking?”
“No, they wouldn’t,” Marcus shook his head.
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.”
You lowered your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek to stopper asking for a third reassurance as you jotted the note down.
“...You don’t trust easily, do you?” Marcus asked softly. The question turned your blood icy for a moment. But for as much ire as it raised in you, you were careful not to take offense. You knew that he wasn’t trying to get a rise out of you - you were doing the guy a favor, and it would be pretty ill-advised of the man to piss you off at this point.
“What ever gave you that idea?” You teased instead, giving him a look out of the corner of your eye. Marcus’ lips twitched with a smile and you returned it.
“Alright,” You added, looking through the rest of your list, “Let’s see what else we’ve got before we start drilling this stuff.”
“Drilling?”
“Shitty liars need to practice, Pike.”
“Marcus.”
“Hey, it was better than ‘Agent’.”
“At least I’m not the only one that needs practice.”
--
“Run it by me again,” You requested, tucking one leg up under yourself and leaning back against the arm of the couch. Marcus sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face. He’d ditched the tie, had popped the top few buttons of his shirt, and his sleeves had been rolled up around his elbows. The man looked a little haggard - it was precious. He straightened up, brow scrunching before his head tipped to the side just a little.
“Okay. Okay, we met a year ago when I moved to D.C... You work with the Bureau, assisting on cases, mostly art forgeries.”
You nodded encouragingly, waving him on.
“We started dating two and a half months ago,” He’d settled on that, finally, not wanting to pick two or three, “After we spent so much time together on the Coleman case. You’re an art history professor, you...Have been engaged twice before,” He added, pointing a finger at you. You rolled your eyes a little bit.
“Keep going,” You ordered. You raised a brow as Marcus’ brow furrowed a little more, his head turning just a bit.
“You don’t have any siblings, you’re not close to your family, and we have not set any plans for the future in stone...Yet.”
“Why do you keep tacking on that ‘yet’?”
“Because my family knows me. They know I think about those things, and they know I don’t get into relationships unless I really think there’s something there. If they feel me pulling back on that, they’ll think it’s because I’m worried about scaring you off.”
“You’re bringing me home not only to meet your family, but to stay there for a week and for a wedding-- which your entire family will be attending. I think that’s a healthy fear,” You retorted.
Marcus smiled a little bit, raising his hand in concession.
“How’d I do?” He asked.
“Much better. You didn’t close your eyes halfway through to remember the details and you stopped ticking things off on your fingers. You do this thing, though, when you’re getting ready to lie, it’s like watching someone wind up for a pitch.”
“What do I do?”
“You do this--” You imitated Marcus’ furrowed brow and tilted head, “It’s subtle, but you always do it.”
“You think my family’ll notice?”
“Only if you play poker with them.”
Marcus chuckled, slouching back against the arm of the couch and scrubbing his hand over his face.
“God, I’m beat,” He muttered. You nodded a little, shutting your notebook and getting ready to tell Marcus that you would get out of his hair.
“Wanna go get some dinner?” Was his next question.
--
“Did you seriously just order pancakes?” You asked, brows raised. You’d wound up at a diner not too far from Marcus’ apartment - somewhere where the staff seemed to know and were very fond of him.
“Yeah,” Marcus nodded firmly, “Dinner is the best time for breakfast.”
You chuckled a little, reaching out and taking up your soda.
“So, engaged twice?” He asked. You rolled your eyes a little.
“Once in college, when I was young and...Quite stupid,” You admitted, “And then once a couple of years ago.”
“What happened the second time, if you don’t...Mind?” Marcus cringed a little as he asked. It took you a moment to answer, and he rushed to add, “You don’t have to tell me.”
You shook your head.
“It’s okay,” You promised, “I, um… I told them that I had a record.”
Marcus’ expression softened.
“You hadn’t told them before?”
“We moved really fast, which I usually don’t when it comes to relationships. I don’t know, usually that stuff is always on my mind when I’m with someone, but with them it never really felt like it mattered. When I did tell them, though, it…” Your eyes lowered to the table as regret twisted in your stomach, “It broke everything.”
“Did you tell them what happened?”
“They didn’t give me the chance.”
The two of you were quiet for a few moments - Marcus digesting this information as you sat in the swirl of bitterness that it had dredged up.
“Anyway,” You shook your head, drawing the both of you out of it, “Guess it shouldn’t really matter that they left when they did. I realized later that, given their reaction, they were going to leave no matter when I told them… How much of that you disclose to your family is up to you.”
Marcus didn’t say anything for a few moments, searching your face.
“Know what I never understood?” He finally asked.
“What?”
“Why they never nailed any of the people buying from you or your grandmother.”
You shot him a skeptical look.
“You know that it’s not punishable by law to buy a forgery or be a rich piece of shit.”
“You were a kid,” Marcus frowned. You considered this for a moment, directing your eyes to the ceiling to find the best way to order your thoughts.
“...I was a minor,” You contended, “But I was old enough to know that what we were doing was wrong. I… I knew that we were duping people, I knew that it was illegal. I knew the paintings were forgeries, and I knew that the people that we were dealing with were dangerous. I’m just lucky I wasn’t tried as an adult.”
“You were raised to do all of that and then left hung out to dry by the person that was supposed to protect you,” Marcus argued quietly.
You swallowed thickly, hurriedly looking to the table as you felt tears spring up in your eyes. You tried not to think about these things most days. And for Marcus to have this level of empathy, of understanding...You were sure that the man had glanced through your case file at some point when he started working with you, but hadn’t expected this. Most people didn’t look too far past what you were doing to try and understand how you’d come to be in your position. But then, most people weren’t Marcus.
“...No wonder I don’t trust easy, huh?” You tried to joke after you’d blinked the tears away and lifted your eyes back to his, a thin smile on your lips. Before he could say another word on the matter, the food arrived.
The two of you tucked in quietly, After a few minutes, you nudged his foot with yours.
“Tell me about Marnie? And her fiancé, um… Hazel, right?” You requested.
Marcus’ face pulled with a fond smile, and you felt ease wash over you again.
--
“So, just let me know what the wedding colors are so I don’t wind up wearing a dress that matches them and we should be all good,” You reached for your bag as Marcus pulled his car up in front of your apartment building.
“Sure thing.”
“And if you think of anything else that your family might ask about us, you know, so we can plan ahead.”
“I will.”
“Okay-- Oh! Uh… Are you a big PDA guy? Like, is that something your family’s going to expect?”
“I tend to be kinda touchy, yeah, but I can tone it down.”
“Well, what are we talking about here? Hand-holding, hugging?”
“Yeah,” He nodded, “And probably a hand on your shoulder or your back, maybe a kiss on your cheek or forehead or…”
Anticipation thrummed through you as his gaze darted to your lips.
“‘Kay,” You nodded a little, feeling your heartbeat tick up in your chest.
“We don’t have to--” Marcus started to reassure, but you waved him off.
“It’s totally fine,” You reassured him, “I trust you.”
Marcus smiled at you, a gentle smile overtaking his lips.
“Glad to hear it. I’ll get you those wedding colors as soon as I can.”
“Thanks,” You smiled, “Night, Marcus.”
“Goodnight,” He chuckled as you got out of the car.
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