#the beaker lot is HELL

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my game keeps crashing 😭 i just wanna record dammit

#the beaker lot is HELL #constant pinkflashing and crashes #nervo.txt

[themissinghand]

Hello beautiful I hope you’re doing well! If your requests for dr.stone are still on hold then please ignore this message!

if not then can I request the five wise commanders with a s/o who tries to impress them by learning the stuff they are interested in. (Examples can be like Ryusui’s s/o tried to learn about boats or Chrome’s s/o tries to learn about rocks and tells them the stuff they learned.) Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a good one!😁

Dr. Stone: Painting with Two Hands

Summary: In which the Five Wise Commanders get blown away by your knowledge in their passion. 

Or you want to show them that you are someone they can rely on too. 

Pairing: Five Wise Commanders (Senku, Chrome, Gen, Ryusui, and Ukyo)  x GN! Reader!

Note: Thanks for the request and your patience! This turned out super fluffy and I love it! Each scenario takes place in a different time/place. 

Warning: None. 

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The Art of Science

“What the hell are you wearing?”

“A lab coat.” Senku looked at you incredulously, with one brow raised and his other hand shaking a glass beaker. 

“Okay, how the heck did you even get that-“

“Yuzuriha.” Right. 

“And why are you wearing it exactly?”

“Because I look good in it and…” 

"I've been studying chemistry," You declared, revealing a notebook filled with meticulously recorded observations.

When you hand him the said notebook, you watch his skepticism turn into fascination.

“Kukuku, I’m impressed, it’s right. You wrote down the formulas for everything. Where and when did you get this?”

“See, I actually listened to all of your scientific rants. I thought they were interesting and super helpful, so I wanted to learn.”

Senku blinked, slightly surprised that you had put in the effort to take notes, listen and learn.

“I thought that we could experiment together."

For a moment, he was silent, but then his lips quirk up into a smirk, and he flicked your forehead.

“Alright, what are you waiting for? Come help me then. Show me what you learned.” 

“Wait.” Senku was twirled around and handed a lab coat too.

“I got one for you too.” Dumbfounded, Senku didn’t move until you sighed and helped him put it on. Before you went to fix his collar, he came to his senses.

“I can do it myself.” He quickly turned away from you and put it on properly.

"You look good short king."

You had a smug expression on your face.

"Shut up."

You swear he has a little tint of pink on his cheeks, but you decided to not mention it.

“Come on, we got a lot of work to do.” He extended a hand, and you accepted it as if it was the norm. 

“I know Einstein.” 

The Art of Exploration

“Chrome! Look at what I found!” 

“Be careful (Y/N)! Don’t fall down!” 

Chrome ran after you as you skipped ahead and jumped into a flowing river. 

“(Y/N)!” Chrome was always worried about your safety and well-being, despite the many times where you proved where you were just as strong as him. 

“Don’t worry Chrome, it’s not like it’s my first time out with you! Besides, look, I found this cool-looking thing in the water!” 

In your hands was an oddly shaped rock, and while the two of you inspected it, neither of you knew what it was. Until you cleaned it a bit more in the river. 

A golden exterior shone through its surface. 

Almost immediately, you screamed out in excitement. 

“Gold! It’s the thing that Senku was looking for right?” Even Chrome was shocked at your luck, before hugging you from behind.

Even though you both were slightly dirty from running away and exploring all day, neither of you minded.

“It’s gold! Amazing! How did you find that so easily?” Chrome was genuinely curious. After all, from his perspective, he simply saw you jump into a river, bend down, and pick up a random rock. 

“Um…it’s kind of embarrassing but…” Chrome cocked a head at your hesitation before you blurted out. 

“I’VE BEEN LEARNING ABOUT ROCKS!” It was so loud that the world shook around you both. 

"because...I want to go with you more when you explore..." Your voice became quieter and quieter, while you fidgetted with your hand.

Chrome watched your face lit up, before you quickly turn around and make a run for it. 

“Wait (Y/N)! That’s so cool! Come back!” 

Chrome chased you with a giant grin on his face.

He can’t wait to see what you learned, and how, when the two of you go back to his workshop. 

Chrome also can’t wait to brag to everyone (especially Senku) how great you are.

The Art of Communication

“Raise.”

“I’ll play with you Genie, call.” The click of chips being pushed to the center. Gen(ie) winked at you.

Genie was nickname for your little boyfriend, why? Well, man can read minds (probably).

The cards are slowly being flipped over as spectators make their own guesses.

“All-in!” Gen pushed up his sunglasses dramatically (as if he was in an anime) and smirked as he turned to you.

“Sorry dear (Y/N), this is my game.” 

You stayed silent for a moment, observing Gen from head to toe.

But Gen of course, remains calm, and confident in his hand.

“All-in.” 

Gen raises his sunglasses in slight surprise at your bet.

“Dear (Y/N), are you sure?” Gen was slightly worried, after all, you tend to be more on the conservative side when it comes to gambling. He slides his hand over to you, and you put yours on top of his. 

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” You returned his look with a forced smile. Gen whistled, surprised at your sudden bold action. 

“Okay, I’m going to flip the last card.” Kohaku flips and the room goes silent. 

Then he saw a smirk rose to your lips, and felt your hand intertwin with his. 

“You owe me babe.” You hold up his hand while his jaw dropped to the ground. 

This was the first you had ever won against him in gambling. 

“Finally someone gave Gen a taste of his own medicine.” Ukyo rolled his eyes before snickering. 

“Wha-how did you-” 

"I thought I'd learn from the best.” You winked and stole his sunglasses, making your beloved stutter even more. 

“After all, the mind is the most fascinating puzzle, and yours is the most intriguing of them all." You put on his sunglasses with a smug smirk.

“Damn, that was cringe.” Senku commented, which received a nudge from Yuzuriha. 

Gen eventually recovered and chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips. 

“Oh dear (Y/N), are you playing mind tricks with me now?” 

“Of course not dear~ I still have much to learn~” 

(Senku of course, fake gagged behind the scenes, but that never stopped you and Gen from doing anything, has it?)

The Art of Navigation

Under the starlit sky, both you and Ryusui stood on the deck of the Perseus, his eyes scanning the horizon. 

It was at times like these where your boyfriend was finally quiet, appreciating the tranquility, and the ambience as you two were on a date. Delicious food and wine made by Francois, while listening to the waves rock against the ship, and the laughter from others inside. 

Of course, Ryusui is the one to break that silence when he notices the seas changing. 

“My love, a storm is coming.” He suddenly stands up, “Francois, follow me after you clean up.” 

“Yes sir.” Francois, elegant and efficient as always, quickly retreated with the food. 

“Ay ay Captain.” Your little salute made his loosen up just a little, before he held your hand, and pulled you inside as if he was guiding you in a waltz.

Ambitious, confident, and charismatic, that was your love, Ryusui.

As expected, he took the helm immediately, and an excited grin rose to his face as he looked far into the distance with thunderous clouds. 

“Love, can you tell them all to get ready!? We need all hands on deck!” 

“On it captain!” 

With a laugh, you began warning everyone through the speakers, and chaos followed as everyone scrambled to get on desk.

Surprisingly, Ryusui watched you give commands almost effortlessly and matching his pace.

“Furl the sails!” 

“We’re going to change courses!” 

“Make sure to hold to the ship!” 

“Love, you’re perfect.” Ryusui thanks you while he spins the wheel.

“Drop the anchors!” 

Then you turn around and slide beside him. 

“Love, let me help you - it’s that way - where we have to go right?” 

“A little bit more to the left, but love, I see you’ve been learnING-” The ship’s center of gravity suddenly shifts, causing you to lean on Ryusui as you grab onto the wheel for your deer life. 

“I love it! The desire to learn is always so endearing!” 

“Oh stop it~ All I did was read some maps and books!” 

“Hey Captain! Can you stop flirting and steer the ship properly!?” The others yelled while panicking on deck, and with a laugh, both of you steered the ship to safety. 

"One more time?" He proposed, and you agreed, much to the displeasure of your crewmates.

The Art of Archery

Sometimes, the kids are loud. 

As such, Ukyo and his companion often found solace in the tranquility of the forest. Sometimes they would take long walks, talk about various topics they would not share in front of children, and enjoy the silence once in a while away from the chaos of someone known as Senku. 

But one day, you asked Ukyo to learn archery. 

Naturally, Ukyo was elated to teach you, after all, it was a way for you to protect yourself. 

It began with Ukyo making a bow for you, then arm guard, and even received gloves from Yuzuriha. He wanted to make sure you had the best of equipment he could get, and that you were safe at all times.

The first few training sessions began with Ukyo standing behind you, guiding you with a calm, mellow voice, and helping you with aim. 

But soon, you both practiced archery side by side, the twang of bowstrings harmonizing with the rustling leaves.

"Your aim is getting better," Ukyo praised, a smile gracing his lips as he applauded you. 

“Thanks, it all because of your help Ukyo.” You gave him a little hug which he returned. 

“I’m proud of you.” 

“Can I come and hunt with you now?” For a moment he hesitated, but after seeing your adorable puppy eyes, he caved in within a heartbeat. 

“Okay, but safety first ok?” 

“Mhmm. I know.” 

You gave him a peck on the cheek, before he returned one too. 

LIttle did you know, not only were your arrows hitting the bulls-eye, they went through Ukyo’s heart too.

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God Only Knows

Everyone knows AU, but Wes doesn't know that everyone knows, and neither does Danny, because even though everyone knows, everyone also knows better than to acknowledge it.

For the prompts:

Everyone knows the connection between Danny Fenton and Phantom. To keep their town's hero safe, everyone pretends to be oblivious. Only this one kid doesn't seem to have gotten the memo. [From @vigilant-insomniac], and It's like Santa, the students of Casper High think. You know he's fake, just your parents playing pretend, and if Danny wants to play human, well. Who are they to ruin the fantasy? [From @uniasus]

This is a take on Wes I've never written before, despite having written quite a few Wes fics, and it was a lot of fun, I hope you like it : )

Read also on AO3

[Warnings for mentioned injuries, threats, and implied bullying]

Danny Fenton was dead. Everyone knew that.

After an accident in his parents' lab, he'd been rushed to the hospital and declared dead on arrival. He had an obituary in the paper, a grave. His death had even been announced over Casper High's PA system, and there had been a moment of silence, and all the science classes had done lessons on lab safety so that what had happened to him might not happen to anyone else.

Then, a couple weeks later, Danny Fenton was back at school like nothing had happened. Hanging out with his loser friends, going to classes, eating at Nasty Burger. Like he was still a regular kid. Except that beakers slipped through his fingers, and he kept walking through vending machines, and falling through the floor. Sometimes all or part of him would turn invisible, or he'd start floating a few inches off the floor and his friends had to pull him back down to earth.

Every time, he would look around in a panic, like he was hoping no one saw, and every time, those who had seen pretended they hadn't. It was Santa Claus, the Casper students reasoned. You knew he was fake, just your parents playing pretend, but it made them happy when you pretended with them. If Danny wanted to play human, well... who were they to ruin the fantasy.

Besides, no one wanted to be the one to remind him that he'd died.

Then the school was attacked by a ghost, and another ghost appeared to stop her. It was the ghost of a 14-year-old boy, wearing a Fenton Works jumpsuit. There was no mistaking that Danny Fenton, the dead kid attending their school, was also the dead kid protecting it.

But after a couple of days, it was clear that Danny himself still thought it was a secret, so everyone else silently agreed to let him keep thinking that. He'd been through a lot, and they didn't need to make it harder on him. Even Dash never brought it up—and he kept bullying Danny, for being week and unpopular, just to keep up the illusion that nothing had changed.

When out-of-towners started poking around, asking questions, everyone kept the secret. The strangers were clearly ill-intentioned, wanting to capture Danny for some reward. Even if he was deluding himself about still being alive, Danny was a good kid who protected the town. The least the locals could do as thanks was act oblivious to keep him safe. They were used to pretending, anyway.

Except this one kid didn't seem to have gotten the memo.

"Uh, yeah, I have some information on the ghost!" Wes called out to the Guys in White nosing around their school.

Kwan grabbed him, covering his mouth and dragging him around the corner before the Guys in White could see who'd called out to them. He felt something slimy on the palm of his hand and let go of Wes with a noise of disgust.

"What the hell!" Wes demanded.

"Did you just lick me?" Kwan asked, wiping his hand off on his jeans. "Gross!"

"Dude, you dragged me down the hallway! What gives."

"You were gonna spill to the Guys in White. You can't do that!"

"Just 'cause no one around here believes me, I'm just supposed to give up?" Wes frowned, crossing his skinny, freckled arms over his chest. "Somebody has to know that Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom, I mean come on, it's obvious!"

"But if you tell the Guys in White, even if they don't believe you, they'll investigate him, and who knows what they'll do," Kwan pointed out. "Hasn't Danny been through enough? I mean," Kwan glanced around and lowered his voice before adding, "he died. Do you really want to make things harder on him after that? Don't you think he deserves a break?"

"Exactly," Wes hissed. "He died. He's a ghost. Ghosts are bad—and why are we whispering?" he added at a normal volume.

"You know that's not true," Kwan argued, keeping his voice low, despite Wes' complaint. "Phantom protects us."

"From ghosts that come through a portal he opened!"

Kwan flinched. Saying Danny had opened the portal was kind of misrepresenting the reality of the situation. Sam and Tucker had reluctantly told the story of Danny's death in the weeks he was gone, and it had been spread around pretty thoroughly before he came back. Everyone at school knew that he'd stepped into that portal and been completely fried. The portal turning on wasn't the part most people focused on when it was always immediately followed by 'while Danny was inside it'.

"I don't think you can blame him for that," Kwan said. "It was an accident."

"One that has yet to be corrected," Wes replied, his anger not fading. "Him fighting the ghosts doesn't stop them from attacking. If he really wanted to protect the town, he'd destroy the portal and stay in the Ghost Zone."

"What about the Fentons?"

"Who cares if the Fentons lose their precious portal when it's endangering thousands of lives!?"

"And you don't care if they lose their son, either?" Kwan demanded.

"So you do believe me!"

"You're a dick, Weston." He'd never called anyone a dick before in his life, but it seemed to apply here. "I don't care what you think, but if you try to hawk your theories on any of the ghost hunters around town, I'll make you regret it, and I'll bring friends, too. I've got a lot of them."

To drive home his point, Kwan shoved Wes against the lockers and glared before walking away. Gosh, that was so aggressive. Kwan hoped it had been okay. He didn't like doing it—he didn't even know if his face could hold that expression long enough to intimidate anyone—but if it kept Danny safe, that was what mattered.

At least Dash would probably be proud of him for it. Dash was always saying he needed to be more assertive to people couldn't push him around. Metaphorically, of course. Literally, Kwan was six feet tall and 190 pounds, even as a freshman, so there weren't many people who could physically push him around as it was. He didn't join the football team for no reason.

Thankfully, it did seem to work. Kwan had his friends—and he did indeed have a lot of friends, since he was a very friendly and likable guy—keep an eye on Wes until the outside ghost hunters declared the hunt a bust and skipped town. He didn't know whether Wes had noticed or not, but either way, he hadn't tried to expose Danny to them again.

Too bad that didn't last. A few weeks later, Wes went directly to the Fentons.

"No one else will believe me, but your son is a ghost!" Wes told them. "He's Danny Phantom!"

Jack and Maddie both froze. They knew.

They knew, and they had both agreed to pretend they didn't. They shot at Phantom, always aiming a mile wide, and shouted threats, and loudly declared their hatred for ghosts. They knew how it made Danny feel, but they also knew he still loved them. They were willing to do whatever it took to keep their son around, and they feared that if he were ever to tell them he was a ghost, it would be because he was moving on and they'd never see him again.

"Why... that's ridiculous, my boy!" Jack declared, a slight waver in his booming voice. "Our son can't be a ghost!"

"But it's true!" Wes insisted.

"Don't be silly!" Maddie cut him off before he could start listing evidence. She knew all the evidence. "I think we'd know if there was a ghost living under our own roof."

"But—"

"You should keep your utterly ridiculous theories to yourself, because you sound absurd," Maddie said. "Now, if you don't mind, my husband and I have very important ghost hunting to get to. Don't you have homework to do or something?"

Wes growled and clenched his fists in frustration but left them alone nonetheless. Clearly, he wasn't getting anywhere with him. And he wasn't getting anywhere at school, to the point where Danny had stopped getting anxious and had started openly antagonizing him about it. Didn't anyone else in Amity Park have eyes, he wondered.

But in truth, he was the one not seeing, because he didn't see that everyone else was on the same page about Danny being a ghost, and he was the one being left behind.

"Hey, Wes-toenail!"

Wes rolled his eyes as Dash stormed up to him with a disappointed-looking Kwan in tow.

"Jazz Fenton told Sam Manson, who told Kwan, who told me, that you tried to tell Fenton's parents about your stupid conspiracy theory!" Dash sneered at him.

"It's not a conspiracy theory," Wes said. "There would have to be more than just one person involved for it to be a conspiracy theory. A conspiracy theory would be like if I claimed everyone in town was working together to hide the fact that Fenton is Phantom," he was too busy rolling his eyes again to notice the look Kwan and Dash gave each other, "but you're not, you're all just a bunch of sheep."

"And you're a... a..." Dash struggled, grasping around his thick head for a comeback.

"A blackberry bramble!" Kwan finished for him.

"A blackberry bramble!" Dash repeated firmly, then turned to Kwan with a confused look. "A blackberry bramble?" he repeated again, this time questioningly.

"Prickly, invasive, and impossible to get rid of," Kwan explained. "Sam and I also talked about her garden."

"Oh, that's nice," Dash then turned back to Wes, hardened his expression and said. "You're like a blackberry bramble, and no one wants you around."

Wes raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Why do you even care? I thought you hated Fenton."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want him dead again," Dash pointed out. "His parents are ghost hunters, and they're always shooting at Phantom. What do you think they might do to Danny if they actually believed your bullshit theory?"

"Get rid of him! Because he's a ghost! You know, the creatures constantly attacking our town and putting us all in danger?"

"The fact that you actually seem to believe that is why nobody at school likes you," Dash told him plainly. "That, and your general annoyingness."

"Why do you all care so much about protecting a loser like Danny Fenton?!" Wes shouted, loudly enough that it attracted the attention of everyone else in the hallway not already listening, and he threw his hands in the air in exasperation. "So he died, so what? It's the fact that he's still around that's the problem. Everyone seems to agree that they want ghosts gone until I bring up Phantom. A ghost is a ghost is a ghost, and all ghosts are dangerous, even the quote-unquote 'good ones.'"

He was breathing heavily when he finished his outburst, and suddenly aware of at least a dozen sets of eyes on him.

"That's enough, Wes," Kwan said after a beat. "Danny hasn't done anything to you, or anyone, and it's not fair for you to keep doing this, trying to expose him or... or whatever it is you're trying to do. You'd better cut it out. If this is a joke, no one's laughing, and if you're serious, then you're trying to take a real person away from his friends and family because of your own biases, and that's messed up, dude."

"Yeah!" someone down the hallway piped up. Micah, Wes thought her name was. She'd spit on his shoes when he tried to convince her of his theory.

"Enough is enough!" her friend agreed.

"You lay off Danny, he's already been through it this year already!"

Soon enough, every student in the hallway was chiming in their agreement, and Wes scanned the crowd, mouth agape, offended and outraged. When he turned back to Dash and Kwan, they both wore hard expressions. It looked weird on Kwan's usually jovial face, but it was clear they meant business.

"Whatever," Wes grumbled. He grabbed his math book out of his locker and slammed the door shut with a metallic bang. "You've made your point. I'll stop."

"Will you actually?" Dash insisted, raising a skeptical brow. "Or are you just saying that to get us off your back?"

"I will," Wes confirmed. "I don't need the entire football team and then some making my life a living hell. As long as Fenton keeps his distance from me, I'll do the same for him."

The warning was passed from Kwan, to Sam, to Danny, and in short order, Danny and Wes started avoiding each other. They barely so much as crossed paths anymore. Wes, begrudgingly, stopped trying to expose Danny, and Danny stopped teasing him for his failures, and it finally seemed like Amity Park's ghostly hero could go on protecting the town in peace.

But things weren't always what they seemed, and one day, there was a fight. At first, it seemed like a standard ghost fight, Danny Phantom versus some vampire-looking asshole.

Based on the banter, it sounded like this wasn't their first encounter with each other, so the civilians of Amity Park tried their best to stay out of the way and let Danny do his thing. Parents calling their kids inside, the group of teens passing by ducked into the alley, the one riding the opposite way on his skateboard crossed the street to hide with them, safety in numbers and all that.

Then the tide of battle turned, and all of the sudden, Danny was losing, badly. The enemy ghost had started coming at him with powerful blasts that broke through his defenses and left him reeling. Danny howled as he hit the street, hard, and in a flash of white light, his appearance changed from hero to dweeb, and regular old Danny Fenton laid unconscious in the road.

"You can never truly best me, Daniel," the enemy ghost said, but he didn't have time to monologue.

The teens in the alleyway had a plan, and they were coming to the rescue.

Sam Manson somersaulted into the street, Fenton Wrist Ray™ already armed and at the ready, and she laid down cover fire at the enemy ghost while Dash and Kwan ran out to grab Danny and drag him to the alleyway where they'd been taking cover.

"Guess you can't tell me I'm crazy now," Wes said, smirking triumphantly as the two jocks put Danny down gently on the ground, propping his head up on Paulina's folded up jacket. "We all saw him turn into Fenton, that's proof."

"Will you shut up, Wes?" Paulina snapped while Star checked Danny over, trying to assess his injuries. "We knew that already."

"What do you mean you knew?"

"Everyone knew, the whole time," Paulina reiterated with a derogatory scowl. "It's like, super obvious."

"Then why did you all treat me like I was crazy?" Wes demanded.

"Because you are," Star said. "Not 'cause you think he's a ghost—because, like, duh—but 'cause you kept trying to tell everyone. Some things should stay secret you moron."

"Why you even wanted to constantly remind the dead kid that he's dead, I'll never know," Paulina added.

"Plus, you constantly trying to expose him was putting him in danger," Kwan said. "Phantom is a hero, and you were trying to get him killed."

"He's already dead!"

"Yeah, we know," Sam jeered at him as she returned to their cover. "Everyone knows. But you're the only person in the whole town who's being a dick about it!"

"Hey, that's the same thing I told him a couple months ago!" Kwan told her, delighted. "I never called someone a dick before, but I did, 'cause he was being one."

"Good job calling him out, Kwan," Sam said, sounding genuinely satisfied. "It's good to hear that you're being more assertive and standing up for yourself and others."

"That's what I said, too!" Dash noted. "God, it's so weird that I actually agree with you on stuff now."

"Can we get back to the fact that you guys all knew the whole time that Fenton was a ghost and nobody thought to clue me in?" Wes said, looking around at the rest of them incredulously.

"Clue you in the Danny was a ghost?" Sam asked sardonically. "I thought you knew."

"No, that it was apparently common knowledge and you all just felt like making a fool out of me!"

"You wouldn't have looked like a fool if you'd just kept your fool mouth shut," Paulina pointed out.

"You—"

Wes was cut off when Danny groaned into wakefulness and everyone's attention instantly snapped to the ghost boy.

"Mn... ugh," Danny took a shaky breath and blinked his eyes open, quickly widening in shock when he realized how many people were leaning over him. "Uh... hello, citizens," he said, putting on a voice in the hopes they wouldn't recognize them. "Please, step back and stay away from the—"

"Danny," Sam said, "You changed."

"Huh?" He looked down at his hand and gasped. "I mean, I have an explanation for this. I was uh... being overshadowed?"

"It's okay, dude," Kwan told him. "We're not going to tell anyone. This'll be our little secret. Right, Wes?"

They all looked pointedly at the redhead, who opened his mouth to protest, and closed it again, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Yeah, okay," he relented, though his left eyebrow was nevertheless twitching in irritation. "Our secret."

"We just wanted to get you out of the line of fire before Plasmius took things too far," Sam told him. "You know I've always got your back."

"Thanks," Danny said. "All of you."

They gave him their smiles and their 'you're welcome's while Wes griped and grumbled and left the alleyway with his bike to finish riding home. Plasmius had flown off shortly after Sam started shooting at him. He was content in his victory over Phantom, and didn't feel the need to fight a powerless child like her, so the coast was clear for the rest of them to leave as well.

Sam said goodbye to Kwan so she could walk Danny home while the rest of them resumed their walk to the mall. Sam had been planning to split off before they got their anyway, she was just taking the opportunity to chat with them—mostly Kwan, whom she'd accidentally befriended during Danny's brief stint of popularity earlier in the year (his 'goth' poetry was awful, but they'd bonded over gardening and a love of animals)—since her house was on the way.

"You gonna be okay, Danny?" she asked, as they walked arm in arm so she could catch him if he stumbled. "You don't have a concussion, do you?"

"Maybe?" Danny said, squinting uncertainly. He shrugged. "I'll be fine. I always am. I'm still just amazed how lucky it was that the A-listers and Wes, of all people, were willing to keep my secret. It's gonna be all over the school, tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Oh, I don't know," Sam said vaguely. "Kwan's a decent guy, at least. I'm pretty sure they'll keep their word."

Danny scoffed in disbelief, but didn't voice an argument. The rest of the way to Fenton Works, the chattered about whatever topics came to mind, just to keep Danny from falling asleep in case he did have a concussion, and when Sam dropped him off at home, she held off her mournful expression until she had turned away so Danny didn't have to see it.

#dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #wes weston #dp kwan #dp star #paulina sanchez #dash baxter #sam manson #fic #things i wrote #phic phight #phic phight 24 #everyone knows au #jack fenton #maddie fenton #light angst #full ghost au #sort of; it's implied anyway you can read it as full ghost au or not

[strawburry01]

We're Going to Be Friends

Summary: How Y/N and Aaron first start talking during their time in college (Aaron shouldn't be let into a lab)(also yeah, listen to the song when you read if you want)

Word Count: 2k

Authors Note: I don't think anyone really noticed but I'm sorry this took a second longer than normal to get out. I just had a really weirdly abrupt and messy break up (?) and when I usually write I've just been sleeping but we are doing better now that that's been resolved but like- guys what the fuck? Anyway, this was nice to write to kinda get out of my head. Cheers xoxo

It was your first day in the forensics chemistry lab after waiting two years to even be let into the lab space. You held your bound lab notebook to your chest as you walked in alongside the rest of the class and took your places at the lab benches, silently picking your lab partners. You were with a wiry girl with big blonde curly hair and thick-rimmed glasses. Hey at least she looked smart- it meant you wouldn’t have to carry the two of you to an A grade. As the class waited for the professor to come in you couldn’t help but overhear the laughter from across the classroom. Your head looked up to the source of the noise only to see the grinning Aaron Hotchner looking at his lab partner. Aaron and you had been in many of the same classes but had never really interacted beyond the polite head nod when bumping into each other. Sure there was nothing wrong with him, in fact, there was a lot that was right with him. He was handsome, in a bit of a nerdy Clark Kent sort of way, always looking like he rolled out of bed effortlessly and threw him glasses on before running to class. He was also fairly nice when it came to the general population. The Criminal Justice pathway in uni was highly competitive so it often meant everyone was insanely cutthroat, but he was always offering hints and help to others you’d notice. He was smart, very smart, but was very humble about it, in a way that only someone watching him could really realize how much he knew, and unfortunately, you did. Not even purposefully, but your eyes always had a way of falling onto the back of his head in class. Perhaps it was because he was the most attractive man in the cohort, or perhaps it was because you were just so intrigued at his charm. 

The lab started and you were drawn from your thoughts as you tied your hair back and slipped on the snug safety goggles, glad that they even made everyone, even him, look a little bit dorkier. You and your lab partner (who you found out went by Jen), started setting up the titration and you pulled out your lab notebook to start writing the results down. The two of you small-talked about classes and movies as she slowly let the base solution drip into the acid, waiting for it to eventually turn pink. After running through a round you two switched positions and you leaned over as you tried to line up the new beaker under the buret. 

Swiftly there was a new figure besides you. At first you assumed it was the professor, about to harass you about some incorrect technique or form, but you were surprised to see it was Aaron. He grinned as he looked down at you, and you suddenly felt very self conscious about leaning over so far in front of the buret. You quickly snapped up, standing straight, focusing on the buret with a reddening face.

“You’re Y/N right?” he asked. How he knew your name was beyond you, you’d never really talked to him before beyond a few yes or no’s. 

“Yeah,” you answered, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, still intently focusing on the meniscus in the buret.

“Do you know where the sodium hydroxide is? I need some more,” he asked. 

“Um, it’s just over there, you should just have to pipette it into your beaker,” you said, pointing to the dark brown container kept under the chemistry hood. His mouth formed an ‘o’ as he slowly nodded looking over.

“I see, thank you!” he said in a chipper demeanor as he walked over. 

“What the hell was that about?” Jen asked, jumping onto anything other than the mundane topics. Your face reddened again as you didn’t even know what the hell that was about. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, turning to face her, but before she could elaborate Aaron was back.

“Hey Y/N have you used one of those automatic pipettes before?” he asked sheepishly, holding a still empty beaker. You finally turned to face him and looked up. God he really was tall, or were you just short…nevermind that all.

“Have you not?” you asked, a bit shocked he’d gotten this far without having been subjected to one in high school or the general labs. He grinned again shrugged,

“Think you can help a poor guy out?”. You felt your stomach do a bit of a flip as you mumbled some sort of an agreement under your breath. He handed you the beaker once you were at the sodium hydroxide and you tried to explain the process and how to use the pipette. He made sure to make a dramatic show of nodding before you handed him back his beaker. You handed him back the beaker and stared at him a second before rolling your eyes,

“You know how to do this you little-” you started going off at him before he grinned mischievously,

“You do it so good though!” he exclaimed and nudged your arm which did shut you up, “You always just seem like you know what you’re doing,” he added. 

“I don’t know about- ah- thanks,” you mumbled as you looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact, not knowing where any of this was coming from. Has he really been paying attention to you this whole time? He thought you were smart? He thought you knew what you were doing? Was he complimenting you? He laughed and walked back to his lab bench as you went back to yours and apologized to Jen.

“You still don’t know what that’s all about?” she laughed under her breath as she pointed her pencil at you. Going back to the buret you shook your head.

“Honest to god I didn’t even think he knew my name,” you said, with a small smile, “he just wanted me to do his damn work for him though,”. 

Another hour later once the lab was about halfway done your feet started hurting from standing for so long. You regretted not wearing better ones, but how were you supposed to know… As you were stretching your back and trying to get comfortable you made eye contact with Aaron from across the lab. The goofball had a thing of sodium hydroxide right next to him on his side of the lab this whole time. He never needed to come to your side. Instead of looking away he smiled and waved. You snorted to yourself and bit your bottom lip as you quickly waved back before looking back to your experiment. 

After the tortuous three hour lab was finally done you let down your hair and threw your lab goggles into your backpack, catching yourself in a mirror on the way out and realizing just how bad the marks left behind on your face were. 

“Raccoon eyes!” Jen laughed as she appeared by you in the mirror, finding herself in a similar situation.

“How the hell are we supposed to be taken seriously on campus like this?” you laughed as you tried to see if pulling on your skin helped at all, but much to your chagrin it did nothing.

“I mean they’ll just be jealous we get to do labs instead of just lecture all day,” Jen hummed as she waved goodbye. You smiled and waved back as you threw your backpack over your shoulder and moved to follow.

“Y/N!” Aaron yelled from behind you, getting you to look over your shoulder, “Look we’re twins,” he laughed as he pointed to his face, also having deep marks from the goggles around his glasses on his forehead and cheeks. You couldn’t help but laugh not only at his comment but also how absurd it was that he was now treating you like a close friend.

“I think we all learned our lesson today with the goggles,” you said as you started walking out, with him falling into step beside you. 

“You heard the professor: goggles on, risk gone,” he recited, doing an excellent impression of your professor which garnered another laugh from you. “Hey, so I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while, but um, do you want to study together? You’ve always been getting the top grades in our classes and you don’t seem like a total nerd…” he said, trailing off as he tried to think of a way to finish the sentence.

“A total nerd?” you asked, faking shock at his accusation.

“See- you can take a joke,” he defended himself and holding his hands up, holding the door open for you with his hip, “I’m trying to get into the FBI, y’know, and I know I heard you are too, so I was thinking of proposing a sort of pact?” he continued to explain, glancing down to see your reaction. You met his eyes before quickly darting back down. It’s true, you did want to be a part of the FBI, as stupid a dream it sounded some days. At the beginning of the year one of your classes had you all go around and discuss what you wanted to do in the long-run, mostly just so then the professor could guilt you into remembering you saying that when students were struggling. 

“I’ll bite,” you say simply with a nod, “you’re really stand out in the psychology classes,” you added.

“And you’re a genius at the science stuff!” he said, turning to walk backwards in front of you, keeping his pace right ahead of yours as he talked facing you, “you’re seeing the vision!”. You couldn’t help but laugh again as you looked at him getting giddy.

“Okay okay, don’t trip,” you said as you pulled his wrist so he was back in step with you, both of you smiling like idiots at this point, knowing that this would be the start of a special friendship.

A/N yeah I'll stand by Aaron being a total college himbo (/endearing) and I'll probably write whatever big event causes him to get serious near the end of his time in college and turn into the daddy hotch we know and love.

#aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #hotch #college au

[greatstormcat]

A Reason To Go On - Final Part

Stalker!Ghost x f!reader

Masterlist

TW: MDNI 18+, darkfic, stalking and obsessive behaviour, mental health issues, manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome, injury discussion, a happy ending

The winter weather is windy and cold when you arrive at the hospital in Simon’s rental car. There was no way he was letting you ride with him on his motorbike, despite you telling him you thought it would be fun, but his expression had made it clear this was not an option. You’d easily calmed him down though, it was becoming clear to you that you had quite an effect on him.

The connection between the two of you has only solidified since he opened up to you about his past, and your need to help him through this next step is unshakable. Suddenly finding yourself cut loose from your ties to the world has had a cathartic effect on you, and the huge guardian angel who made this happen is only a bonus.

The hospital is huge, with endless identical corridors and the ever present smell of disinfectant, and the NHS rainbows splashed randomly on the walls and windows giving it much needed colour. Simon clearly knows where he is headed, proof that he had spent time here in the past, sitting at the bedside of his former team mate as he lay in a coma. You think about how that must have felt for a man that had only just learned to open himself up to another person. To see them snatched away so cruelly, and not knowing if they’d return.

It’s not long before you reach the room and Simon opens the beige door. Johnny is sat up in bed as you carefully guide Simon through the door, the tension in his shoulders clear as he looks at his friend. The man in the bed looks thin and drawn, he has been in a coma for several months after all, but his blue eyes are sharp. The moment he sees Simon his entire face lights up in a gorgeous smile that belies his frail state.

“Fuckin’ hell, look what the cat dragged in,” he chortles with a thick Scottish accent.

“Johnny,” Simon mumbles.

“Who’s this?” Johnny asks, eyeing you with interest.

“Just a friend,” you reply and earn a sharp look from Simon.

“I may have a hole in ma brain but I’m not stupid,” he says with no malice and looks pointedly at Simon. “C’mon, spill. Is this why you’ve nae been coming to see me?”

“Bloody hell MacTavish, don’t start,” Simon grumbles and steps closer so he can hug Johnny tightly. After soft words are spoken between the two two you cannot hear, and wouldn’t want to intrude on anyway, Simon sits beside the bed and beckons you to join him.

As you round the and of the bed you see the lines of scarring on one side of Johnny’s head where his hair is missing, and you try to hide your gasp at the size of the wound and fail. Johnny catches your reaction but just smirks.

“I know, my hair’s a right mess,” he says and runs a hand over the side of his head. “The nurses won’t let me cut it the way I like it.”

“Not the mowhawk again,” Simon finally cracks a smile and chuckles, some of the tension bleeding out of him as he reconnects with his old friend.

“What can I say Lt, it’s my signature style!”

The two men settle into an easy banter and you sit quietly, listening to them going back and forth. There is clearly a deep connection between them, and you understand how hurt Simon was by Johnny getting so badly injured, especially if he felt it was his fault.

“Pass me the… the…,” Johnny frowns and waves his hand at the water jug on the end of the table by his bed. “Fuck… cannae remember the words for stuff half the time,” he growls, a look of irritation creasing his features as Simon pushes the water jug closer.

“Is that something that’ll get better?” He asks.

“Hard to tell, they keep saying a lot of maybe this and possibly that. It’s getting on ma tits, just wanna get out of here,” he grumbles and pours water into a beaker with an unsteady hand. You lean closer and help him steady the jug, and he flashes you a grateful smile.

“You gotta get better Johnny, takes time,” Simon tells him. He talks about his treatment plan, the physio he has to go through to walk again, the weeks and weeks of work, and Simon promises to be there for him. Just like old times he keeps saying.

When you begin to chip in and chat with Johnny, Simon watches you and how your warmth compliments Johnny’s own personality, you get on so well. It renews his need to keep you safe and he wishes he could still do the same for Johnny. The two of you forming a new focus in his mind.

Eventually the Scotsman begins to look more drawn, fatigue taking hold and he lies back down against the hospital mattress.

“Si, promise you’ll keep visiting? Come and keep me sane, aye?” He asks. “And bring the bonnie lass too.” He gives you a wink. “You two look good together.”

Simon raises an eyebrow at that but doesn’t comment, your expression doesn’t stay as controlled though and Johnny chuckles at hitting a nerve.

“I’m keeping my promise, don’t worry,” Simon says before he takes your hand and walks you out of the room with him. His mind races as the two of you walk out of the hospital into the cold winter weather outside, the chill cutting into your skin and making you pull closer to him.

An idea seeps in with the cold, and Simon thinks of his earlier comment about taking you away somewhere far from everyone else. The idea germinates as he takes you back to the flat, until eventually, while the two of you lie in his bed together in the dark that night, he speaks up.

“I have an idea,” Simon says, “but I need your help.”

Captain Price drove into the carpark outside of the hospital. He was happy that Simon had kept up his visits to Johnny after their chat several months ago, even if he had felt like a shit for barging in on his flat like that. The hospital staff had even said he had gone to most of Johnny’s physio sessions, and had been instrumental in Johnny's rehab along the way. Hopefully this was the road to recovery for both of them, gods knew they both needed it, he thought with a heavy sigh.

Enough time had passed, and Johnny was due to be discharged from the hospital to a facility where he could continue his recovery. He had initially complained bitterly about it to Gaz, refusing to go, not wanting to be ‘babied’ as he put it. His complaints had died down after a while though, and Price was ready to help him make the transition. Simon had been very quiet about the whole thing, which seemed odd. There was also talk of a mystery woman who was often seen in the hospital with him, and who had become close with Johnny, but the staff, despite their love of gossip, didn’t know who she was.

Today, Price was going in to collect Johnny and move him to the rehab facility. He made the short walk to the ward, nodding to the familiar faces as he passed and noting their unusual expressions.

Price stopped dead in his tracks as he passed through the doorway to Johnny’s room and found an elderly woman asleep in the bed where his Sergeant should have been. His chest tightened as the implication struck him, his mind recalling the odd looks he’d had on the way in. He stalked out of the room quickly, pulse racing. Why had no one called him, why wasn’t he told anything had happened? He made it to the nurse’s station, fearing the worst, and looked down at the young man at the desk.

“Where’s MacTavish?” he asked simply, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“Oh, didn’t you know? He was discharged,” the nurse replied with a worried smile.

“What? When?” He demanded, brown furrowed with confusion and alarm.

“Late yesterday. Mr and Mrs Riley came and collected him,” Price’s mind reeled for a moment as he took the information in. “They were in a bit of a rush because of their travel arrangements, but he said they’d let you know. Sorry about that sir. I’ll be honest we’re all going to miss him,” he continued talking but Price wasn’t listening now, he was walking out of the ward and towards his car through the late Spring drizzle.

Mr and Mrs Riley… What the fuck…?

Price fumbled his phone out of his pocket and called the number he had for Simon, not surprised as it went to voicemail immediately.

“Simon, its Price. I’ve just left the hospital. Call me,” he didn’t bother leaving a longer message, Simon clearly had a plan and whatever it was, Johnny had gone along with it happily.

Jumping into his car he headed to Simon’s flat, not bothering to try phoning again. He sprinted up the stairs, refusing to stand and wait for the lift to arrive, adrenaline fueling his legs as he went three steps at a time until he reached Simon’s door. He knocked loudly, bellowing for an answer until an irate, elderly lady opened her own door opposite and shushed him.

“Have you seen the man who lives here?” He demanded.

“They’ve gone you noisy little sod,” she snapped at him. “Not surprised with people like you comin’ round bangin’ like that!” She scolded him, waving a thin finger at him, clearly not concerned that she was half his height and a quarter of his weight.

“They… what do you mean they? Two men?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and keep himself together so he wasn’t yelling at a little old lady.

“The couple who lived there!” She told him like he was a child. “They moved out a few days ago, you’d know that if you were more polite. People would probably tell you things,” she muttered to herself and shut the door in his face with a scowl.

Price stared at the door for a moment. She said a couple lived here, Mrs Riley… what had Simon been hiding from him all this time? At a loss, he returned to his car and went back to his own home. He spent weeks trying to track down either man, but both phones went out of service a few weeks after their disappearance. Price spoke to everyone he could think of, almost asked Laswell to search for them, but nothing came up and he wasn’t about to get the CIA involved without any solid fear for their lives.

After a while, he gave up.

Three weeks later the phone on Price’s nightstand rang and buzzed, kicking up an urgent demand to be answered as the screen lit up the room. After a few seconds of confusion he sat up and answered the unknown number.

“Price, who’s this?” he barked gruffly, expecting a call to action he was already halfway out of the bed, bare feet on the cold floor. Instead he heard a familiar voice.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Simon’s unmistakable voice asked. The distinct sound of gulls in the background, combined with the sound of waves had the Captain sitting back on the edge of his bed again dumbfounded.

“Simon? Where are you?” he asked, and heard a genuinely amused chuckle in reply.

“That’s strictly need to know,” he replied cryptically.

“Is Johnny with you?”

“Yes, he’s here and doing well,” Simon said, and Price heard the warmth in his tone as he spoke. Something he hadn’t heard in a long, long time. Emboldened by this change he took the plunge and asked the burning question.

“And how’s the Mrs?” There was silence on the line, just the sounds of what must be the sea letting Price know the line was still open. For a moment he worried he’d gone too far until he heard an unsteady inhale.

“She’s amazing,” the answer finally came, a thickness in Simon’s voice that betrayed the emotion that peppered his words. “She’s taking good care of Johnny… and me.”

“That’s good,” Price said, blinking into the darkness of his room as an unexpected surge of emotion burned his throat and eyes. Simon sounded happy, relaxed, so unlike his old self that it would be easy to think an imposter was making the call.

“Are you somewhere safe?” he asked, swallowing thickly.

“Yeah, we’ve got friends nearby. It’s nice here, warm so I don’t ache and I got a beach to relax on. She’s always telling me to relax,” Simon told him with a soft laugh.

“Okay, maybe I’ll see you again one day,” the Captain mused.

“Maybe. Think you can get Johnny’s papers and pension in order for him?”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Price sighed, understanding that this was most likely the last he would hear of either man for a long time.

“Thanks, Captain,” and the call ended. Price put down the phone and lay back on the bed, rubbing his palm across his face.

Epilogue

Months later, just before Christmas, Price received an email from Colonel Alejandro Vargas of Los Vaqueros. It simply said:

‘They wanted me to send this and wish you Feliz Navidad. I’m keeping an eye on them for you mi hermano.’

Attached was a photo of Simon in front of an azure ocean, with his arms draped over Johnny and you either side of him. Everyone was laughing as though someone had just cracked a joke and Simon's wedding band glinted in the bright sunshine.

Simon Riley was finally happy.

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[14dyh]

Nerdy Love | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x reader Summary: Hange with a nerdy lover headcanons! (Science Edition: Chemistry, Botany, Physics, and Astronomy) A/N: the physics part was pretty self-indulgent, i just want to share the world of science with Hange :")

Hange with a nerdy lover...

Chemistry

if you're a chemistry nerd,

Hange would be overjoyed at having someone who shares their favorite subject with them

when you first met, they sat beside you in the lab and went on talking about chemistry and such

enthused by your knowledge, Hange will begin to search even deeper chemistry knowledge so they can keep longer conversations with you

periodic table of elements jokes (Hange will, I just know)

will probably bring their own microscope kit when there is no schedule for lab

will look at you like you hung the stars even when you're talking about highly toxic chemicals

looks at you with heart eyes even if your hair is mostly disheveled from working for hours in certain chemicals

thinks you look adorable in safety goggles

shares a matching chemistry-themed coffee mug with you that looks like a beaker

one time, you had a lab accident but Hange was there, and unsurprisingly, they are efficient at first aid. their presence was a huge comfort, and they made sure you wouldn't panic the entire time

making sure you have appropriate experiment equipment is their love language

Botany

if you're a botany nerd,

Hange will try to impress you by identifying leaves around the school garden

will give you a leaf with a unique shape they found

will also pick the best tree bark piece for you (the one that doesn't have a brittle texture, it's sturdy enough that you can turn it into a pendant)

will show you a collection of dried leaves they tucked on their enormous books as a bookmark

they adore textured plants so they would be so happy to find some in your garden

loves the vibrant flowers that grow in your garden

they would likely want to surprise you by growing a plant and giving it to you on valentine's day

lotsssss of plant puns

knows how you water each of your plants because they always observe you when doing it

loves the way you observe each plant, knowing well if it grew new leaves, flowers, or fruits

they take you to garden dates <3

Physics

if you're a physics nerd,

Hange loves interactive toys that use physics. they would probably share lots of that with you

both of you would fall asleep together listening to Feynman lectures (it was relaxing, trust me)

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you could talk to them about the most obscure physics theories and they'll know what you're talking about (which makes your heart leap with joy and end up kissing them on the cheek several times)

they're genuinely interested even if you're talking about steam engine history for hours

you get pissed off when the laws of motion are discussed in such a shallow, abecedarian way in high school and Hange adores your pouting face.

loves helping you out with calculus problems in physics

they became invested in chemical physics because of you

exchanges science books with annotations for you at least every week

loves silly, theoretical questions with you

listens attentively to you even if you're describing light and optics during a school disco party

adores you when you discuss torque mechanics using a basketball during PE

even when walking past a river, you can't help but tell them the amazing hydrodynamics of the flowing water. Hange loves seeing the sparkle in your eyes whenever you describe the beauty of the world using physics

volunteers to participate in your mini physics experiments

they are very resourceful so they mostly help you with applying physics to real-life devices/inventions

their eyes lit up when they see both of your inventions materialize but they're more happy to see how delighted you are

(i still remember how happy they were when they successfully developed the "Executioner from Hell")

it's canon that Hange has the best intuition and analyzing skills in AOT so you get along very well since those qualities abide by the principles of physics

these headcanons are mostly modern au bc AOT is depressing but I bet you and Hange would most likely bond over developing or designing weapons or devices for the Survey Corps

(personally, I believe that they would most likely be a physics teacher in modern au since most of their inventions use physics)

This teacher reminds me of Hange so much

Astronomy

if you're an astronomy nerd,

Hange still teases you about the day you met because your conversation starter is what is your favorite star

they adore you and even tell you their favorite constellation

probably gave you one of those glowing circular glass lamps with the solar system inside for valentine's day

romantic stargazing :D

and planetarium dates!

they love hanging out in your room because you can talk for hours while gazing at glow-in-the-dark astronomy stickers on your ceiling

you have matching astronomical sphere ball necklaces (probably have both of your initials too)

you share an astronomy playlist (could just be music or podcasts)

(self-indulgent but I think they would enjoy StarTalk and SciShow Space marathon with you)

they have this cute habit of giving you star-shaped food or any object that happens to be star-shaped ("this reminded me of you :D" they'll say)

your space movies watchlist will be playing on movie nights, Hange will also share a sci-fi movie list with you in return

they'll surprise you with intriguing astronomy questions and your heart leaps because you know they've been paying attention whenever you talk about your interests

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I'm pretty sure Hange would also enjoy watching Rick and Morty, Futurama, The Big Bang Theory, Fullmetal Alchemist and such with you, especially in their downtime. Aside from science documentaries, that is.

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[nyanashima]

The Nowdateables (+ Luke) When They're Sick

Blorbos get the flu.

Content warnings: illness, mentions of vomiting but nothing graphic.

Diavolo

Willing to accept help and rest, but worries a lot about the things he could be getting done. Needs reassurance that rest is the most productive thing he can do.

Uses his time at home to complete simple assignments, do menial tasks, and catch up on whatever show or game Leviathan’s been talking about.

Can’t sleep all that much, but lies down with his eyes closed. Better than nothing?

Diavolo spams the living hell out of your phone. Memes, cute texts, even just chat stickers. Really, all he wants is attention. Call him and he’ll be ecstatic.

Looks into fun things to do with you when he’s better.

  Barbatos

Barbatos insists that he’s fine, and keeps working until Diavolo orders him to take time off. He’ll only willingly take a sick day if he throws up.

The only duty he relinquishes otherwise is cooking, because he doesn’t want to get anyone else sick.

Goes stir crazy when forced to take it easy. He’s moving and working almost every waking moment, so the sudden change makes him restless and cranky.

Give him enrichment. He’ll pace around when he’s feeling well enough, and be fidgety when he’s not. Some simple paperwork, anything to keep his mind occupied.

Enjoys reading, but gets frustrated when he can’t focus on the book.

Irritable. He feels terrible, and feeling like he’s not doing anything productive only makes it worse. Apologizes profusely and with baked goods when he feels better.

He’ll try to deal with it himself. Dia gets his other staff to take care of him, and it feels sort of awkward, but he accepts their kindness gratefully and repays it as soon as he can.

  Solomon

Refuses to admit he’s sick, even to himself.

This man will look you in the eyes and tell you he’s completely fine while visibly swaying from side to side.

Works himself to the point of exhaustion on the regular. You think a little flu is gonna stop him? (Yes, yes it will.)

He’s passing out on his desk in class, dropping beakers… overall just a mess.

Has to be forced to stay home. Supervise him or he WILL try to get back to working on whatever has his attention.

Once someone’s taking care of him and forcing him to rest, Solomon relents and tries to focus on getting better.

Sleeps a lot.

Weirdly sappy? He says super sweet and heartfelt things to whoever’s taking care of him, and looks at them really softly. The first time Solomon got sick, Luke thought he was on his deathbed because he was so affectionate.

  Simeon

Will dismiss being ill as “just having an off day” until he wakes up feeling like utter shit.

Knows when to call it. He’s okay with tapping out for a bit— the sooner he treats what’s wrong, the sooner he can get better.

Putters around his room when he’s not excruciatingly nauseous.

Goes through a LOT of Kleenex. Sniffly

Doesn’t trust himself to work on big projects while sick, so he jots down ideas, drabbles and little poems.

Naps a lot. He doesn’t watch a lot of TV normally, but he finds it comforting to fall asleep with a movie on in the background.

  Luke

Sickly little victorian boy

Mostly sleepy and out of it, mentally. Can’t really hold a conversation but really wants to talk to people.

Sit by his bedside, hold his hand, and tell him about your day. He wants to know you’re doing alright.

He’s a kid. He wants comfort. This is one of the few times he’s not too proud to ask Simeon to lie with him and read him a book.

Recovers pretty quick because he’s still a baby.

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[ramshacklerumble]

💬🩵

“Oh, Gia.”

The voice flicked Gia’s attention from the rows of beakers they’d been sorting over their table to Riddle, mild surprise raising his eyebrows. Gia had come to class early in order to score a table and wasn’t expecting anyone to come by for at least another five minutes— though if there were anyone else who would want to be in the first class of the first semester earlier than they had to, it would be Riddle.

“This is the junior class.” He said, “Did you misread your schedule?”

Gia gave the barest shake of their head and as they did so, pulled the paper from their bag and passed it over to Riddle’s already waiting hand. “I’m taking this class.”

They watched his face pinch as he skimmed across it and watched the lines deepen when he read it again. “This…must be a mistake on part of the school. You should go to the Headmage to have this fixed and get you to your proper lessons...”

Had this been anyone else…Gia would’ve been offended. Knowing Riddle didn’t mean anything by it and was just trying to get things moving like they were supposed to helped with that.

Sorta.

“…I asked to be here.”

“Pardon?”

“This is my class.”

Riddle blinked as if Gia had sneezed in his face. “You…You asked to be here?”

Gia nodded, took their schedule back and went on setting up their table.

“Wha—?“ Riddle stood there, totally stunned. “How is that possible? You jumped classes? I’ve never heard of that. Where is that written?”

Gia shrugged then asked, “Wanna sit with me?”

Riddle made a sputtering noise— which Gia guessed was at their initial response and not their question because he moved around the table to plop onto the other seat. “I wasn’t aware you could skip like that. I wasn’t told. Why…I could’ve been taking this very class as a freshman had I known!”

“You never asked.”

Riddle was pouting, staring off at nothing in particular until the statement replaced the look with an expression of realization. “No, I…I didn’t. I’d taken the title as housewarden because the rules said it was possible, but it never occurred to me to…simply ask if I could take higher classes.”

He turned to Gia, “What made you question that?”

Another shrug, “I could.”

“The audacity.” The words came out with a soft huff of amusement, “…Or the imagination, perhaps?”

Riddle sighed, “Maybe it was for the best on my part. If the basic act of asking for other options was beyond my reach, then perhaps I wasn’t the right fit just yet.”

“Mm…It worked out.”

“How do you figure?”

One last shrug, “We’re both here.”

The vague regret that’d settled over Riddle’s features lifted as he chuckled, “Oh…yes. Yes, you have a point there.”

He adjusted himself in his seat— straight, poised and nothing like the half-hunched pillbug imitation Gia favored— and clasped his hands over the table, “Class hasn’t even started and already I’ve learned something new. I’d say that’s a favorable start to the semester.”

The first bell chimed throughout the school. Though nothing in the room changed, there was a shift in the air probably caused by a unanimous groan from the rest of the student body.

“Now, Gia.” Riddle smiled at them, “Let’s see what else you have for us this year.”

—

(technically cheating i guess since i’ve actually had this squirreled away in my docs for months, but i figured why not. this takes place in the beginning of sophomore year. i liked the idea of gia asking to be put in the junior alchemy classes because they’re ambitious as all hell and they DO get in because they prove they’re able to.

i’d also been thinking about their friendship with riddle a lot at the time. i’ll get into it in another ask, but while gia has a friendly acquaintanceship with riddle throughout freshman year following the events of book 1, they become solid friends in the following year after trey and cater leave for their senior internship. this leaves riddle on the lonely side until he ends up being absorbed into the original heartshackle crew.

it’s also worth noting that the last person to walk through those classroom doors is none other than floyd leech. godspeed my friends.)

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@jovieinramshackle @theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch (lmk if you wanna be added)

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[cityof2morrow]

Pictorial: Setting Up The Lifestyles Mod

Published: 9-23-2023 | Updated: 11-21-2023

SUMMARY The Lifestyles Mod (alongside earlier versions of the religions mod on which it is based) can be tedious/annoying to install and set up – but I promise its worth it! Here is a quick walkthrough for setting up the mod. If you’re skeptical, generate a new ‘Neighborhoods’ folder in your game and use it to test the mod first. Before we get started, make sure you’ve downloaded the Lifestyles Mod (Simmons, 2023) and gameplay PDF. Finally, re-read the info related to compatibility, load order(s), and troubleshooting. DOWNLOAD THIS PICTORIAL (PDF) INSTALLATION 1. When starting a new save, setup this mod BEFORE adding The Globe/Global Overrides (Meduza, 2023; Hatch, 2017-2019) if you also use that mod. 2. Place all package files in a folder and move that folder to your Sims 2 ‘Downloads’ folder. 3. Load them AFTER The Globe/Global Overrides (Hatch – excluding Home YAs), Taxi/Vehicles Cost Money (Dhurt). *If you receive errors try loading this mod (and any add-ons for the Lifestyles/original religions mods) BEFORE them instead. 4. Load them BEFORE Annoying Games Suite (Simlogical/Inge Jones), Baby Personality (Episims, 2020), Fight Club (Pescado), Inteen/Inteenimator, Less Belching/Farting (TwoJeffs), Mood Swings/Midlife Crisis (Piqiwi, 2018 – see the additional notes on this under Troubleshooting and Conflict With), Single Slap Only (Squinge), Zombie Apocalypse (Pescado). ADDING THE FIRST LIFESTYLE(S) TO YOUR SAVE 1. Testing Cheats ON Please! While in the neighborhood screen and BEFORE entering a residential lot, turn testing cheats ON (do this manually because Start-Up cheats don’t always kick in). If you have conflicts/issues they will pop up as error messages here. If your lot won’t load but you can hear it running, the game is paused on an error message – that you won’t be able to see if testing cheats aren’t turned on. See the Troubleshooting section of the gameplay PDF for solutions.

2. Setup Dialogue: Enter any residential lot and wait ~10 sim-minutes for a set up dialogue. Choose between 1 and 5 initial lifestyle groups – the first FIVE will be townie-enabled and sims can be manually/randomly added to these. Any additional lifestyles (the sixth one created and so on) are “exclusive” – you must manually add sims to these with the Lifestyle Manager. We’ll get to that part…keep reading You can add/edit (but not delete) groups later using the Lifestyle Manager object (a fairy statue formerly called the Heaven & Hell Fairy). Find it in Misc > Misc.

3. Background NPCs: Choose the gender of the NPC character that will act as a controller for each group. They will generate off-screen and remain permanently out of sight during gameplay. If you want to include them in your gameplay, they are safe NPCs and can join playable households - but try not to let them die in-game

4. Name the Lifestyle: You’ll be prompted to “enter a name for this person…” (“person” = lifestyle for the purposes of this mod). Using proper nouns, enter a name for the individual, place, or idea that defines each lifestyle (18 characters max, including spaces). Names can be generic (i.e. Happiness, Power, Science, Law & Order – great for the general population) or more specific (i.e. The Grim Reaper, Fate, The Wiz, The Watcher) I like to think of sims i’m not invested in and likely will never play as part of a “general population.” Since all playable households must have a lifestyle group assignment, I usually make two “general population” groups for playables (or for sims whose lifestyles I haven’t figure out yet).

-Law & Order: Generally nice, law-abiding people who don’t steal, fight, etc.

-Fate: They retain free will – the equivalent of how sims would behave without this mod in-game. This is for villains, fight-club members, General Buzz Grunt, the Beakers, most of the Landgraabs, and other butt-headed sims 5. Allow/Ban Behaviors: Sims express their lifestyle via behavior and social interactions. Customize each lifestyle by banning or allowing behavior in the following categories. You can only ban or allow whole categories.

Wrath = routing failure tantrums are replaced by a calm notification to the player.

Theft = newspapers, gnomes, and hotel towels Violence = poke, slap, shove, attack, red hands, punch game, cops/robbers game

Indiscretion = belch, gossip, tell secrets, gross out, brag Disrespect = nag, annoy, insult. New behavior categories aren’t possible but new interactions can be added to existing categories with mods such as: G-Rated Religion Expansions and Side Mods (Almighty Hat, 2016). Instructions for adding even more behaviors are available with this mod. In my testing, non-violent sims would never defend themselves when violent sims attacked them. They would just cry or take the beat down (and then cry again). Whenever this got too annoying, I would just move the violent sim to a non-violent lifestyle group. Keep this in mind if you play with fight club mods which prolong fights or making fighting/attacking others fun for meaner sims. This is also a good reason to have meeting spots (explained below). Sometimes your sims needs to be among friends…*sings* where everbooody knows their naaaame! *takes bow**exits stage left

MANAGING YOUR LIFESTYLES

1. After Initial Setup: Sims can only be in one lifestyle group at a time. At unassigned households and households which recently gained/lost members, you’ll be prompted to choose a lifestyle for sims living there after ~10 sim-minutes. Townies and some NPCs are randomly assigned by default. You can assign members of the same household to different groups using the Lifestyle Manager but this will impact behaviors, relationships, and more importantly - group devotion and zeal.

2. Lifestyle Manager: Use this object to view, change, or randomize lifestyle assignments and check neighborhood statistics. Playables/townies can be randomized into the first five groups with this object. 3. Playing 6 or more Lifestyles: You can create more than five lifestyles but remember: 1) townies can only join the first five groups, 2) sims can only be randomized into the first five groups, and 3) only the first five groups get a separate line on the census – the rest will be totaled together under “Lifestyle > 5.”

To assign groups 6 and up, go to a playable residence. For each sim:

-Select "Change lifestyle to..." on the lifestyle statue. Only the first five will show at first, choose any of these. -Re-select "Change lifestyle to.." again. Groups 6 and up should be available in all appropriate menus now. -Save your game. The census should reflect these changes when you enter the next lot.

DEVOTION, ZEAL & INTERACTIONS (aka ‘how this mod changes the social scene in your game’)

1. Devotion: Devotion refers to a sims’ commitment to their lifestyle (out of 100). Sims with high devotion will observe their group’s values but defy them if devotion falls below 30-ish. 2. Zeal: Sims with high zeal (out of 100) may be judgmental towards others. Sims with high zeal and low devotion may even become hypocrites. They’ll scold or hit others for defying values they themselves are no longer observing. Worry not, these behaviors improve as their devotion increases.

3. Ask About Lifestyle: Sims can ask others about their lifestyles and receive a range of replies. This social, along with talking, chatting, and hanging out with fellow group members will increase devotion/zeal. Devotion/zeal will NOT change attraction/relationships, but relationships with non-group members may decrease devotion/zeal.

4. Conversions: Repeated interactions between sims with exceptionally high devotion and those who are unassigned or low in devotion to their own group may result in the latter being convinced to join the more committed sim’s lifestyle. CREATING/MANAGING MEETING SPOTS (OPTIONAL)

1. Meeting Spots: Places of worship are now called meeting spots – they’re not required but make lifestyles even more interesting. Designate any vacant community lot as a meeting spot using the Lifestyle Manager (Misc > Misc). Live mode will activate, and The Friend/Aneeta Friend will appear – ignore this sim and continue setting up the lot. Save and exit when done. Autonomous visitors will be limited to those assigned the corresponding lifestyle. If you send other sims to this lot, their own group devotion and zeal decrease, or they may convert.

These are the New Peterans of Strangetown (test hood) and they hang out at a church/community kitchen on the weekends. Devotion/Zeal improve faster at meeting spots for appropriate members (and has the opposite effect on non-members – but non-members won’t show up unless you manually send them there). Meeting spots are especially handy if you want to play a private social group with exclusive membership. You don’t want the general population/authorities to know about certain groups, right? Good thing they’re only vaguely referenced in the census as “Lifestyle > 5.

2. The Friend: An NPC named Aneeta Friend will visit community lots, including designated meeting spots. Talking/Hanging Out with her will boost devotion and zeal regardless of group membership. She’ll generate with default looks, but her name and appearance can be altered with mods. Do NOT add her to playable households or age her down. The Lifestyle Manager can summon Aneeta Friend at any time. Selecting the object from the catalog on an empty lot will always summon this sim. If you click the statue by accident, you can ignore her – she only appears in case you want to designate a meeting spot. It is safe to save/exit the lot 3. Renaming Lifestyles: To rename a lifestyle, shift-click and use the “Spawn” option OR use another mod to teleport the Background NPCto a residential lot andrename them. If you can’t remember which NPC this is, select “Learn About the Ways of…” on the Lifestyle Manager and choose the group you want to rename. When the dialogue pops up in the corner of your screen, hover over the NPC’s photo to see their name. This is the NPC you should summon UNINSTALLING/UPDATING THIS MOD 1. Uninstalling: To safely uninstall, 1) place, then shift-click, the Lifestyle Manager on a residential lot. 2) Use the available options to remove the mod data. This will remove the NPC number from the Background NPCs and move them to the orphan townie pool. 3) Afterwards, delete the package file(s) from your downloads folder from your downloads folder – but leave the NPC file for Aneeta Friend in your downloads folder (“simmons-ah-cjh-lifestyles-thefriendNPC”). 4) You do not need to include the friend file in new saves (i.e. for completely new “Sims 2/Neighborhoods” folder) 2. Updating: If you haven’t removed the NPC file or renamed any files from this mod, you should be able to replace the main file for updates without having to remove/reset data. This has been tested several times, but your game setup may function differently. DOWNLOAD THIS PICTORIAL (PDF) CREDITS Thanks: ChocolateCitySim for testing. Sources: Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), EA/Maxis, Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik).

#ts2mods #ts2tutorial #co2testcenter

[fulgurbugs]

Birthday Haul pt 1!

fist up, we have core refresh frankie!

ngl, when the stock photos of this doll were released, i was like a lot of others, very lukewarm. however, as i started to sit with the design, and then see photos of them unboxed, i came to actually really love it. i decided that this frankie would probably be a “wait until sale price” doll, but then i saw that they were in my walmart (which notoriously gets dolls pretty late, so i went to the store expecting to grab only one older release) i decided what the hell, its my birthday, im getting them.

honestly, this frankie just doesn’t look as good in box, with the bound hair and pretty static pose. so now they’re unboxed! their hair is saran, (though mine looks… quite choppy from the back, lol

not big on those bulky hairclips, so i took them off. now we can see the face card. i have to say, im so glad they resisted the pink lip this time. frankie is just… not really suited for it, i think, even if they have pink in a lot of their color schemes. the dark blue is much better and more striking with this outfit.

the outfit without the jacket. the only pop of neon yellow-green is actually only on the jacket and accessories, otherwise, this frankie is very trans colored. slay!

quick look at the shoes (as is monster high doll tradition)

these aren’t the most exciting shoes we’ve seen from monster high, but they’re cute with a little bit of frankie bolts-and-stitches flair. cute! this outfit is busy enough already, so the relatively simple shoes don’t bother me at all

accessory wise, this frankie comes with: watzie (new mold), a mad science book, an uhhhh…. science beaker. caprisun, lightning bolt calculator, lunchbox, and backpack

(the little lunchbox opens, hehe)

jacket back on, along with some accessories. god, i have so many fucking monster high sunglasses. i swear they put them on every doll lol. my one complaint about the jacket is that because of the stiff fabric of the green stitch pattern, it doesn’t lay flat and you’ll be able to see the inside of the jacket, no hidden construction on this thing. i don’t have an older version of watzie, but i think i prefer the old mold though. (not that the watzie mold matters all that much to me though, lol…. all the pets go to the pet shelf to be banished anyways.)

.5 shot

and that’s core refresh frankie! in the future i might try and give their pink streak black raccoon stripes…. but im not exactly sure how to do that. maybe a project for when i get back home lol.

#dux doll tag #monster high #long post #dux doll review

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Lets talk about soulmate aus:

Okay first, because I've been talking about this a lot with @dinas-bracelet shared dreamscape soulmates.

-Dreams are shared between soulmates, but they are just as trippy and confusing as anyone's dreams are. Sometimes one person gets sucked into another's dream and sees a piece of their world, sometimes its just a shared weird dream vibe. It's very difficult to communicate through them with your soulmate until a tsaheylu has been made before.

-I'm not gonna mention jeytiri too much to leave that shit for Chloe but like, the idea of Neytiri falling asleep just to see kid Jake hiding under the bed and just hiding with him or Jake going to sleep and running around in the forest with Neytiri while she's like "Come on, Sylwanin!" The POSIBILITIES.

-Kinda vibing with locorro for this one. I'd imagine Lo'ak and Spider have bonded before, and growing up together has strengthened their ability to communicate in their dreams. They are well practiced.

-I just like the idea of them meeting every night to compare how hard their days were.

Spider: HELLO SOULMATE, TODAY I WAS TORTURED. DON'T WORRY THO I ONLY HAVE A LITTLE BRAIN DAMAGE AND I BROKE ONLY TWO FINGERS TRYING TO SMASH MY WAY OUT OF MY CELL.

Lo'ak, trying to make him feel better but he's doing a really shit job: I ALMOST GOT EATEN BY A SHARK THING BUT THEN I DIDN'T, TOP THAT.

Spider: STOPPED THEM FROM BURING DOWN A VILLAGE.

Lo'ak: FUCK.

OKAY NEXT soulmarks:

-we talked about the name one, with a soulmark being the soulmates name written on your skin. What makes this one tricky though is that the Na'vi do not have a written language. I like this, because it means the Na'vi would likely have a different type of mark. I think it would be an image of their spirit animal that they would see during their uniltaron on the other persons body. That gives us a TON of possibilities.

-We can have jeytiri where Jake's mark is toruk on Neytiri because he will become Na'vi. This allows them to not know each other and for Jake to be real fucking confused by his soulmark all his life lol.

-BUT FOR LOCORRO, lol. We talked about Lo'ak's mark being just Spider's name. BUT BEAR WITH ME. What makes him different than Jake? If we decide Jake is born destined to be Na'vi why not Spider hmm?

First words your soulmate says to you written on your body:

-this one is just funny for jeytiri skskskks

-BUT ALSO: for spiri

-I imagine them meeting in the lab, and Spider's words are on his arm and it just says "Hi!" in English. I imagine no one is greeting him very much lol. Not in a mean way, they just know he's there and he's never been outside to meet any strangers.

-Kiri's say "Me?" because this clown couldn't fathom he was being addressed.

One of those they feel each others pain aus:

-I feel like this one HAS to be nocorro just for the ultimate pain.

-Kid Spider gets cut on a broken beaker that he knocked off a table and tried to clean up at Hells Gate, and kid Neteyam all of a sudden starts crying and won't stop telling Jake his hand hurts. Jake takes Neteyam over to Norm to ask if he has any suggestions for soulmate injuries for kids (Jake himself never had any when he was young because Neytiri wasn't born yet, same for Neytiri because Jake was in cryosleep for a long ass time). Instead they find Norm stitching up the same hand on Spider.

-Jake is really excited, because it's so rare for someone to find their soulmate so young. He's confused when Neytiri isn't excited, she jsut starts crying. When he asks her why she's like "that human boy is going get hurt a lot, and eventually, he will die. Young. And our son will feel all of it."

-Rip Spider getting kidnapped and Neteyam falling the fuck off his ikran when Spider starts getting tortured

Jake: get up kid we gotta go or we're gonna die

Neteyam: I'M SORRY I FEEL LIKE I'M BEING TORTURED??

-WE CAN GO EITHER WAY, WE CAN HAVE NETEYAM DIE AND SPIDER LYING NEXT TO HIM FEELING IT OR WE CAN HAVE HIM LIVE AND GET SHOT BUT THEY BOTH ARE LIKE, ON THE BRINK FEELING IT.

A very popular one is the one where you can't see colors until you see your soulmate.

-I don't vibe with this one as hard, because it makes me sad that people wouldn't see the beauty of Pandora from the get go! But I find the idea of Jake seeing the bioluminescence but also color for the first time a cool cool vibe.

One of those tattoos that changes color depending on what your soulmate is feeling things.

-Just kinda funny that Spider's soulmate would be like why is this motherfucker sad as shit all time time? Where is my sad ass soulmate??

These next few are not that serious but the ideas have funny implications:

You have a meter of how in-danger your soulmate is.

-JUST THE IDEA OF SPIDER'S SOULMATE STARING AT THE CONSTANT IN DANGER METER THE ENTIRE LIKE SEVERAL MONTHS HE'S WITH THE RECOMS GETS ME.

You feel intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger.

-Literally same thing here, it's like, Neteyam probably walking around like "ow ow ow ow" trying to live his daily life in Awa'atlu.

Your soulmate’s current thoughts about you will show up on your skin for a short while.

-This one is hysterical, again, for jeytiri. Na'vi don't have written language tho so there would have to be a different thing for them, but IMAGINE the implications. Jake staring at his arm while the meanest things Neytiri can even think of are just floating around. Neytiri, pissed, as downright vulgar shit appears on her stomach from Jake.

#lolllll here we go #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #jake sully #neytiri sully #jeytiri #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #locorro #nocorro #kiri sully #spiri #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa on avatar (cameron) #melissa og #what are your thoughts #soulmate au's uwu #we are mindmelding get in

[bro-atz]

1024UB CHAPTER SIXTEEN: WE'RE NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE

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There was one thing everyone in the group was worried about for this ROD party: whether or not Seonghwa would bring Bora. They all waited in Mingi and Jongho’s apartment with bated breaths until Seonghwa arrived sans Bora. A collective sigh swept around the apartment, and they were able to eat and drink in peace.

San had a lot on his mind that night. He barely looked at anyone and stayed mostly quiet. He drank a lot more than he usually did, which may have been a mistake after he heard Wooyoung start to whine.

“Guys! Let’s play a game,” he pouted like a little kid.

His words went ignored. He tried again, “Guys! Let’s play a game!”

The more people ignored him, the more he chanted the same dialogue with increasing volume. Finally Gyuri clamped a hand over his mouth and caved, “Okay, Woo! What game do you want to play?”

Gyuri’s hand was still over his mouth, so his words came out muffled. He said it a second time after Gyuri removed her hand from his face, “Spin-the-bottle.”

A chorus of groans and the word no echoed in the apartment loudly. “Absolutely not,” Hongjoong formally rejected the idea.

“Then, uh, spin-the-bottle-truth-or-dare?”

“What the hell? Woo, we’re not high schoolers anymore. Try again,” Seonghwa shook his head disapprovingly.

“Spin-the-bottle…truth-or-drink?”

That seemed to do the trick for everyone. They put it to a vote, and the outcome was six to four in favor of the game. The ones who were still skeptical of the game, Gyuri, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and San, all stood near each other as they all formed a circle. San made sure to have Hongjoong and Seonghwa in between him and Gyuri because he was still feeling weird about the night Gyuri got absolutely plastered. She didn’t do anything wrong, and they did talk it through, but every time he looked at her, his heart would clench up, and it made him feel all sorts of ways. He needed time to figure it out.

For some reason, there were only soju bottles and beer cans at Mingi and Jongho’s place. In order for them to play spin the bottle, someone had to finish a soju bottle. So, they played the finger game, and Jongho was tasked with finishing a soju bottle. To up the ante, Wooyoung was able to convince everyone to having to chug a whole soju bottle if there was a question they refused to answer, and then they’d be out of the game.

“If we did beer, then no one will answer a question all night,” he reasoned. “Oh, and no yes or no questions because those are easy to get out of.”

“Wow, for once you have a brain,” Yeosang said in complete wonderment.

“I will beat your ass.”

“I dare you.”

San questioned why there was more than 9 bottles of soju in the apartment, but then he remembered that half of the group were heavyweights, so they needed that much alcohol. After everyone had gotten their bottle, the game began. Jongho, being the lucky soul who had to finish a bottle for the sake of the game, got to spin the bottle first, and it landed on Yunho.

“Who was the last person you fought with?”

“Iseul.”

“I meant physically,” Jongho clarified.

“Yeah, Iseul.”

“Yes, and I won. You’re cleaning beakers for a month,” Iseul crossed her arms over her chest.

San kept looking at the two of them and wondering if anything was going on there. They bickered like an old married couple, but they fought like siblings. What was their relationship?

Yunho’s spin landed on Hongjoong. “What do you wear when you’re hoping to go home with someone?”

“New clothes. Always new clothes.”

“New clothes?”

“Yep. From my shirt to my socks and everything else in between.”

“Wait… That’s actually smart. Let me write this down,” Wooyoung was amazed.

Hongjoong asked Gyuri the next question, “What’s a secret you’ve never told anyone?”

Gyuri seemed to be deep in thought for a good several seconds. San wondered what she was going to do. He wouldn’t be surprised if she decided to tap out right at that question, but if she didn’t, would she say anything about their relationship? Probably not, right?

“I almost slept with a professor to get a higher grade,” she finally answered.

Everyone in the group reacted to her statement with either gasps of shock or covering their faces. San blinked at her several times because, uh, what the fuck?! He had so many questions. Apparently, so did Seonghwa. “Which professor?! What class?! Why almost?!”

“Hey, hey, hey, it was Hongjoong’s turn, and you only get to ask one question!” Gyuri smiled confidently. She left everyone curious as hell. San was impressed— she played the game well.

Gyuri asked Seonghwa, “What’s your biggest pet peeve?”

Seonghwa stared Hongjoong down as he responded without missing a beat, “When people don’t clean up after themselves.”

Whistling, Hongjoong ignored Seonghwa and looked anywhere but at him. It was Seonghwa’s turn to spin the bottle after that, and it landed back on Yunho. “Why do you live in the lab?”

“Because Iseul and I mess up our experiments all the time,” Yunho admitted sadly.

“I’ve visited them at the lab a couple times. They do mess up a lot,” Wooyoung confirmed.

“Not as much as you, Woo,” Iseul shot back. “At least our data is the only thing we mess up. You keep causing explosions.”

Like a dog with its tail in between its legs, Wooyoung backed off. San watched as Iseul smiled triumphantly, and he paused. What was going on with him? He usually felt his face get a little warm whenever he saw her smile or laugh, but that wasn’t happening this time around. Was he losing it? Was he drunk already and his face was already warm?

“Where is the craziest place you’ve done the deed?” Yunho’s question to Jongho snapped San out of his thoughts.

“The football field.”

“That’s so fitting…”

Jongho was apparently out for blood that night because when the bottle landed on Hongjoong, he said, “Name someone you pretend to like but actually can’t stand.”

The room grew a little stiff at that moment. Everyone (well, mostly everyone) knew about Hongjoong’s distaste in Bora, and Jongho was intentionally backing Hongjoong into a corner with that question, knowing that Hongjoong would drink; and he did. Jongho cackled evilly as Hongjoong moved away from the circle now that he was out of the game.

“Most embarrassing hook up?” Jongho asked Mingi; was Mingi going to back out of this question as well?

“I slept over at her place, but turns out she was still living with her mom. I had to abandon my clothes, climb out the window, and run away only wearing my boxers.”

Everyone in the room, although they were sitting, fell to the ground in fits. San was holding his stomach— he was laughing so hard that he got a cramp. Hongjoong and Wooyoung were slapping the floor, Seonghwa and Yeosang were slapping their thighs, Yunho was literally laughing in Mingi’s face, Gyuri and Iseul kept trying to calm down but would look at each other from across the circle and burst out laughing again, and Jongho laughed so hard he started crying. Mingi sat with a stoic face. As everyone continued to laugh, he spun the bottle.

“Wooyoung, what’s the dirtiest text you’ve sent?” Mingi seemed to be hellbent on embarrassing someone else in the group.

“Uh, let me see,” Wooyoung opened his phone and scrolled through a specific conversation before he read out loud, “I want to cover you with whipped cream and eat you up all night long.”

“Wait, you sent that to me!” Yeosang screamed.

Wooyoung winked at his roommate, only to receive a glare in return.

San was starting to wonder if the bottle was ever going to land on him as it landed on Gyuri for the second time. “Tell us about a time you embarrassed yourself in front of a crush.”

That did it for Gyuri. San guessed it was because if she recited the incident, then she would out her crush on Seonghwa. She finished her bottle and got out of the circle, joining Hongjoong on the loser’s couch.

Finally, the bottle landed on San, and that’s when he realized Wooyoung was going to ask him the question. San prayed in his head that Wooyoung would not ask something utterly ridiculous so that he could stay in the game and not drink the whole bottle of soju.

“Who do you have a crush on?”

San froze. Why? Why did Wooyoung have to ask that question out of all the goddamn questions in the world. “It’s me, right? It has to be me,” Wooyoung said.

While maintaining eye contact, San opened his bottle of soju and chugged to the best of his abilities. He left the circle, but he didn’t join the loser’s couch just yet. He needed water with that soju because Jesus Christ he could feel himself getting drunker. He stayed in the kitchen and watched from afar as he drank water and munched on some snacks.

Wooyoung’s reign continued.

“What kind of porn do you search for?” Yunho: out.

“When was the last tie you had a wet dream?” Yeosang: out.

“Fuck, marry, kill: Gyuri, Iseul, Bora.” Mingi: out.

The bottle landed on Seonghwa, and Wooyoung was finally unable to crack someone. “If you could have sex with one of the guys, who would it be?”

“Hongjoong.”

“Hell no! Choose someone else!” Hongjoong hollered at the boy before he shuddered.

San, who had joined the couch once Yunho, Yeosang, and Mingi were eliminated, patted Hongjoong’s shoulder, Hongjoong immediately recoiling from his touch. Gyuri ended up patting his shoulder instead, and he calmed down. San would have been offended had the game not resumed and gone to the next person: Iseul.

“What movie always turns you on?”

“Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix,” Iseul said definitively.

The room froze. San just stared at Iseul in complete and utter confusion. He thought she would say something like… Okay, he didn’t know that many sexy movies, but anything would be better than Harry Potter. San continued to stare at Iseul as Gyuri said to her, “You’re insane, Iseul.”

Iseul could only laugh in response, causing the rest of the room to question Iseul’s sanity both to themselves and out loud to her. Still, the game had to go on, and Iseul got to ask Jongho a question. “What was the last lie you told?”

Jongho shook his head and opted to drink instead. San wondered if his lie was to someone in the group, and if so, if it was a lie that would get him in trouble. Regardless, Jongho drank, which meant that there were only two warriors left: Seonghwa and Iseul. Iseul got to ask the next question. “What is it about Bora that you like?”

Everyone on the sofa stared at each other in complete shock— Seonghwa’s back was to them, so he couldn’t see them quietly panicking amongst themselves. Seonghwa was definitely going to answer this question, but the fact that they could find out was incredibly interesting. San glanced over at Gyuri to see her reaction as Seonghwa answered, “She’s really sweet and pretty. She has a cute laugh and this habit of flipping her hair off her shoulder that I absolutely love. Also, she’s great in bed—”

“Full stop! I don’t want to hear about you and Bora in bed!” Hongjoong screamed at Seonghwa while hitting him with a pillow.

As for Gyuri’s reaction, San saw her face twist into disappointment and anger. She didn’t look at him, though. Instead, she got up and went to the kitchen to grab another soju bottle. San watched her chug it from the corner of his eye as Seonghwa asked Iseul, “What’s the weirdest role play you’ve ever done?”

“Oh, that’s easy. Live-action Warrior Cats.”

The boys looked at each other in confusion. What the hell was a Warrior Cat? Was that a movie they missed or a girl’s toy game or something? As the boys tried to figure out what Iseul was talking about, Gyuri roared with laughter from the kitchen, “Oh my God! I remember that guy! I remember hearing him asking you to meow louder! I can’t believe you actually did that!”

“Well, I’m never going to do it again. That shit was so weird… It was like being a furry but without the costumes? I threw out my sheets right after he left and blocked his number,” Iseul laughed.

San no longer wished to know what Iseul was talking about.

“Okay,” Iseul cleared her throat and returned to the game. “Who in the group have you had a dirty dream about?”

Just like that, Seonghwa was out. Chaos ensued after he threw back his own soju, some people celebrating with Iseul while others tried questioning Seonghwa further now that the game was over. San couldn’t bring himself to join in on the festivities. He felt off in that moment. He couldn’t tell if it was the soju, Seonghwa’s answer about Bora, or Yunho and Iseul jumping up and down in happiness. He had half a mind to tell Gyuri to meet him out in the hall, but he saw her talking to Mingi and Jongho, all three of them talking animatedly. San decided that it would be best for him to just go out into the hall and be alone for a bit.

He exited the apartment quietly and felt compelled to go to the staircase. He didn’t know if he wanted to go home or to the roof, so he sat down on one of the steps and just thought to himself. He sighed deeply, hoping that the sigh would clear up some of the thoughts rampaging through his head, but he was wrong. So, he decided to focus on one thought at a time. He fixated on his wonderments of Iseul. It was as if he had magically summoned her or something because she walked into the stairwell.

“Hey, San.”

“Oh, hey Iseul. What’s up?”

“Are you okay?”

She approached him, and San immediately scooted away slightly. She sat down next to him, and he leaned away the tiniest bit. What was happening to him? Why wasn’t he excited to see this girl he had been crushing on for months? Why did he move away from her? The questions consumed him as Iseul asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t.”

She got closer, he moved away again slightly. His body seemed to have a mind of its own in that moment, because his head was telling him to stop avoiding the girl, but his body just wouldn’t listen.

“Why are you avoiding me?” she sounded hurt.

“I’m not… I’m really not,” he wished she would believe him because that was the truth.

Iseul looked down and sighed. San felt really bad. Here was the girl he liked sitting next to him and he was brushing her off. He couldn’t believe his own actions. Iseul got up and was about to walk away when San’s mind finally allowed him control over his body. He grabbed her wrist and said, “Wait.”

He sat Iseul back down and gazed into her eyes. His heart didn’t beat faster, and there were no butterflies in his stomach. Something wasn’t right. He was getting frustrated with himself, and he finally decided to tell her how he felt, hoping that the confession would stir something within him.

“I like you, Iseul.”

A silence settled between them. He could hear the ruckus from the ROD party faintly as he waited for Iseul to say something. He honestly couldn’t believe that he actually confessed to her. It took him so long, and his heart still was not racing the same way it was when he saw her just the other day. Something was definitely wrong with him. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe he should have done this sober.

She leaned into San and gave him a hug. San hugged her back, but the way she fit into his chest just… didn’t feel right. He would have killed for this hug last week. She was hugging him, and still… nothing.

“Thank you for telling me,” she whispered into his chest.

Here comes the rejection. San had been expecting her to reject him from day one because he thought there was something between her and Yunho, but at this moment, he didn’t seem to care what she said. He just wanted to tell her he liked her to get it over with; at least that’s what it seemed like to him. He had never had so much conflict within himself until today. He should take a break from drinking. That might clear up his mind.

Iseul let go of him and leaned back slowly, San mirroring her actions. They looked at each other once more, San studying her face. He didn’t know what he looked like at that moment. He couldn’t tell if his face was pink, if his ears were burning red, or if he had the dumbest look on his face. He braced himself for the her verbal response, only to feel her lean in and kiss him.

San didn’t have many feelings about the kiss. Objectively the kiss was good, nay, the kiss was great. Her lips were soft, and the kiss was non-intrusive. It was great first kiss. Still, San didn’t feel anything. No butterflies, no rapidly beating heart, zip, zero, nada, goose egg. His hands didn’t reach for her. His body didn’t lean into hers. He was stuck there, his body taking control once more.

It’s the alcohol, he kept telling himself. He never drank that quickly ever, so it had to be that he was inebriated. He didn’t know if he was kidding himself or if that was the truth, but that didn’t stop him from leaning back from the kiss and telling Iseul quietly, “Let’s go on a date.”

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[dual1pa]

mrs. harrington

steve harrington x reader (using she/her pronouns)

Warnings: fluff, swearing

(i based this off before the events of s3)

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senior year came and went. she was going to miss her class at Hawkins High, but she was glad she could move on. go to college, meet new people, have new adventures, and grow up. however, she wanted to have one person by her side as he started a new chapter in her life: her boyfriend, Steve.

her and steve have been best friends since they were four. their parents were friends throughout high school and ended up buying houses next to one another. they had sleepovers, told each other their deepest darkest secrets, went on vacations together and many other memories.

they watched each other date different people, each of them hating their significant other out of jealousy, but they never told one another. until the start of their sophomore year. she has so tired of hiding her feelings that she ended up spilling them to him over dinner one evening. luckily, he felt the same and the rest is history. they first told each other that they loved one another a few months later.

their senior prom was coming up and steve bought her a bouquet of flowers and asked her and of course, she said yes almost immediately. after weeks and weeks of shopping for the perfect dress, she finally found it at a small mom-and-pop shop right outside of Hawkins. once she made eye contact with the article of clothing, she knew she had to try it on, and when she did, it was exactly what she was looking for.

when prom night finally arrived, she decided that she will do her hair and makeup herself. she brushed her hair to make it as straight as possible and put on minimal eyeshadow and mascara. She heard a knock on the door alerting her that her date was here.

"Steve is here!" her mother knocked on her door.

She padded down her dress and walked down the stairs to see her date looking oh so handsome in his tuxedo. she could tell he was a little nervous, especially being in front of his and your parents. he was holding a corsage in his hand. it was a beautiful pink flower mixed in with white, to match the color of her dress. he looked at her in awe as she took her time going down the stairs due to her heels. he walked over to the bottom of the steps to help her down the rest of the way. if only she knew what he was thinking.

"you look so beautiful," he smiled.

"as do you, handsome," she replied.

they helped each other put the flowers on each other and posed for pictures. once they waved goodbye to each other's parents and the front door was shut, he brought her in for a kiss. a passionate one, definitely not the kind that can be done in front of parents.

"ready to have some fun tonight?"

"hell yeah."

he opened the passenger door for her to get in comfortably. he quickly went over to his side and put the car in reverse and drove to Hawkins High.

the parking lot was already full of seniors. some were in their cars drinking out of flasks and others were walking into the school in their formal best. steve found a spot and put the car in park, leaving the two of them in silence.

"i know this is weird to say," she began, "but i'm kinda gonna miss this place."

"seriously? i'm ready to move on with my life," he laughed, grabbing her hand.

"Don't get me wrong I am too but like, i know there are so many bad memories here but... the good memories really outweigh them. for example, we told each other we loved one another in 10th grade science class."

"how could i forget? we were working on one of those experiments and you did put water in the wrong beaker and it could have ended so badly and that's when i said, 'i love you,'" steve said.

she laughed, "it could have turned out soooo bad! Mr. Miller was sooo mad."

after a few moments of discussing other fond memories, they walked hand in hand into the gym. the lights were turned off, a disco ball was placed in the center and many streamers and balloons filled up the top of the gym. music was blaring from the speakers as the DJ mixed pop songs. many students filled the dance floor, others were grabbing some snacks and more were over at the bleachers talking amongst themselves.

steve grabbed her hand and took her onto the dancefloor. he spun her around into his arms and swayed to the upbeat music. one of her hands caressed his cheek and the other wrapped around his neck.

seeing him happy made her happy. she always worried about her stevie. she knew (and heard) how much pressure he got from his father about going to college or finding a good job with just a college degree. she remembered those times when he would leave his room, be belittled by his father, and come back in the room angry. she had little words of advice for him because she's never been in a situation like his. all you could offer was love, cuddles and small words of encouragement. she could tell he was stressed and took his father's harsh words personally.

"alright Hawkins High seniors, i know it's the start of a very lovely evening but i wanted to slow it down for all you lovebirds out there, grab your significant others and make your way to the dance floor," the DJ spoke into the microphone.

steve latched onto your hips, bringing you closer to his body.

"Promise me something," he said.

"Anything."

"When you go off to college in the fall and everything... promise me you won't forget about me," he leaned his forehead against hers.

it saddened her that he ever had that thought in his mind, "steve, i'm staying in Hawkins to go to college, at least until I get my first degree. then i'll probably go to a four-year college but babe... that's two years away. Also, don't you dare think i'll ever forget nor leave you. you're stuck with me until you say otherwise," her lips pecked his.

"i know, but... I'm gonna be working at scoops ahoy this summer just some loser guy scooping ice cream to customers all day."

"that means free ice cream for me," she joked.

"seriously, do you think i'm a loser?"

"why would i think that?"

"because i'm not going to college like everyone else here," steve sighed.

"hey, hey," she put both hands on his face, forcing him to look at her, "my stevie. i've known you since we were 5 years old. we've been through some shit together and we've stuck around together. just because you're working at a mall, doesn't mean i think you're a loser. you haven't even hit 20 years old yet, you're young and very very hot. i promise you, you're stuck with me till forever," she kissed him.

he intertwined his arms around her waist.

"also," she continued, "you're going to be taking pretty girl's orders all summer long so i guess you could say i'm going to be a little jealous."

"i should be jealous too, if you have to give mouth to mouth with some guy who drowned at the pool," he said.

"i only have eyes for you, Mr. Harrington," she kissed him once again.

"same goes to you, Mrs. Harrington," he froze. he didn't know what to say after that, it sounded like the two of them were a married couple. although, he wouldn't mind that, it was too early, they were too young. were they?

"I- I'm sorry I didn't-,"

she interrupted him with another kiss, "don't apologize. i like the sound of that."

steve blushed, the fact that she would love to have his last name, being married to him. he would be lying if he hadn't thought about life together. they would definitely leave Hawkins and go out and explore the world before settling down in some suburban house in California or something.

and she thought the same.

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[cyphersyndromes]

Wilted lover | Jeon Jungkook Vampire au

Synopsis: Jeon jungkook is your classmate that is quite peculiar from the rest. His off setting demeanor strikes you as he too is brought back by your scent, something that he isn’t ever been phased by as a vampire used to the human scent. As the school year goes by, he is an acquaintance of yours that you enjoy the presence of, casually talking within school grounds, even being partners together.Jungkook finally gets you alone in a school trip, contemplating whether his instincts should get the best of him or not.

pairing: vampire jungkook x human reader

warning : this is a slight drabble with a lot of teasinggg, slight inspo from twilight :)

Friday afternoon could not have came any faster. The art club in which you were in decided to take a trip to a contemporary art museum, showcasing the works of several artists dating up to the 14th century. You were quite excited due to the fact that school trips happen once in a blue moon.Your love for art came to be ever since your mom placed you in extra curricular activities in your elementary school which happend to have a course that showcased the several different art eras in the world.This opened a whole new gateway of your passion for art

Arriving at the school, you see your friends crowded in a table, reviewing the itinerary for today, you scan the room and notice jungkook in the class, however he wasn’t with the crowd but rather in the corner, immediately turning his head to you as you walked in the classroom, as if he sensed you

you greet everyone and grab a paper, reviewing it before putting it into your messenger bag. whilst putting the paper in, one of your pins fell from your bag, reaching to get it, in a milisecond second you see a tatted arm get the pin.

“you dropped this” jungkook said while placing the pin back on your bag

you feel queasy, seeing the tatted boy with piercings focusing on getting the pin back to your bag.

“thank you jungkook, i didn’t even notice you coming to get it” you say looking up at him, noticing his light eyes which makes you melt inside

“no problem” he looks back down at you, as your bodies are inches away.

the truth is your scent was much different from anyone elses. since the moment you walked into the school, he could sense you from a mile away, enticing you as his own. he was blood hungry, and your scent was like no other. alongside your beautiful frame and features, he instantly fell for you. becoming your not so secret, secret admirer.

“Everyone load up on the bus!” your art teacher announced.

you looked at jungkook once more, he never takes his eyes off you

“You want to sit together on the bus?” you say, making yourself chuckle as it sounds like such a cheesy thing to ask

“I would love that” he says as you both walk out of the class, engulfing in other peoples conversations about their past night

Jungkook and you were always fond of eachother, being lab partners had its perks as he was insanely intelligent and knew how to do every lab that you both always did, so the class was a breeze for you, however having to hide your crush on him was mere hell

once while doing a potion lab, you were confused on the measurements, so he went behind you and grabbed your beaker, pouring the liquids with the precise measurements, however you couldn’t focus. he was too close, you could feel his breath on your neck, you didn’t dare to turn and look at him but it felt as if he was directly looking at your neck, his breath was warm against your neck, making you bite your lip in the slightest. soon after he returned back to his seat like nothing happened.

there was obvious tension, you just couldn’t tell what you were to him

..

Navigating the museum, you were stunned by the pieces

Upon arriving, everyone was assigned to be with a partner, you and jungkook both agreed to tour the museum together and meet back with the rest at a certain time.

You and jungkook were in a secluded area, mainly resevered for medieval and renaissance themed paintings.

you laid your eyes upon a certain painting that made you feel a variety of emotions.

The wilted love

the painting itself was a renaissance piece, you could see a woman laying on a bed with her neck stretched to a side while a man placed his lips on her neck.

the man had the most beautiful color, similar to jungkooks. a slight hazel eye color with hair close to ears, parted in the middle with a white collared shirt. the woman too was beautiful, wearing a white satin dress, eyes closed.

however the thing that set you off was the blood dripping down her neck, a slight trail, almost as if her blood was from a cut or a bite.

you look at the description of the painting and learned that she had been deceived by her lover that was actually dracula, the blood sucking immortal that was the most vile of them all.

you raise your brows and hum in disapproval. you were never a fan of the whole human falling in love with a higher entity trope. however you felt for her since he disguised himself as a human to play with her emotions, she was just dinner to him.

“interesting” jungkook says as you turn to him to see his eyes on the same painting you were examining

“pretty fucked isn’t it” you say once again looking at the blood dripping from the woman’s neck

“hmm i’m not sure” he says rubbing his hand on his chin

you raise your eyebrows, “what do you mean?”

“there is no way she could not have known he was obviously not a mortal, just look at him” he says while pointing at the man’s god like features, almost too good to be true

“this is a painting kook, it could just be a figment of someone’s imagination, besides anyone could be fooled in the name of love and lust” you say while adjusting your bag back to your arm.

jungkook turns to you, raising one eyebrow

“so you don’t believe in vampires?” he says while slowing making his way towards you

you felt a churn in your stomach but kept your composure

“i don’t, there merely just a fantasy” you say looking at him

he looks at you and scoffs

you raise your brow in confusion

“ what about vampires is a fantasy?“ he asks once again raising his eyebrow and clicking his tongue against his cheek

“i don’t know the whole thing? the whole blood sucking thing is just unbelievable, also the idea of them never going out in the day because they burn, and if they were to be out for blood, why would they be disguised as humans? i’m a human and i don’t like blood, i’m actually quite disgusted by it,” you say as you notice jungkook slowly inching towards you, until your backed into a wall

he places his arm upwards towards the wall, looking at your lips

“w-what are you doing jungkook?” you ask merely out of breathe because of the amount of butterflies you felt

“so if i were to have my head like this-“ he says while tilting his head towards your neck, once again feeling his warm breathe on your neck like before

“and kiss your neck like this” he whispers into your ear seductively while lowering his lips to your neck, placing his warm soft lips upon your skin, leaving trails of kisses

you moan in the slightest, feeling too turned on to function at the thought of your crush from the first day you moved to your school now engulfing on your neck

he stops kissing your neck to look at you in your weak state.

eyes closed, head tilted to allow acesss to your neck, and your lips were sunken by your teeth.

you looked so perfect. so vulnerable

jungkook was the most excited he has ever been, to be this close to you, to have your scent directly on his nose merely intoxicated him.

he kept his composure however, smirking and leaning into your lips.

you open your eyes to be met with jungkooks hazel eyes and red lips.

you were so weak and turned on.

“k-kookie” you managed to whisper

he raised one brow

“yes” he says

you place your hand on his abs, slowly making your way upwards to his chest.

you cant help but to blush at how muscular he is

he looks at you and immediately smashes his lips with yours aggressively

you moan in surprise as you both have the nastiest make out session, hands all over each other.

he makes his way down from your lips to your neck once again. this time licking your neck with small kitten licks.

you whimper at the contact, his tongue felt cold

jungkook places kisses all over your neck and you feel his chest pulsating, almost as if he was too over stimulated.

jungkook tries to control himself, but your scent is intoxicating and delicious

he slowly opens his mouth to reveal his fangs, you feel a sharp object on your neck, not biting you, but simply just there.

you open your eyes from your daze and push jungkook away slightly.

“w-what was that?” you ask grabbing your neck

“what was what?“ he asked with curious eyes

“no no you know what that was” you say looking at him again being oblivious to the question

“you mean me kissing your neck? that was just me wanting to make you feel g-“

“no ! no that sharp thing on my neck” you said interrupting him

“i don’t know what your talking about y/n, i just really wanted to kiss you” he said once again making those eyes

you realize you were talking crazy, you look at the vampire painting behind jungkook and realize you probably just have vampires on your mind after learning about the painting

“i-i’m sorry i think i’m just seeing things” you say rubbing your neck and looking at him

“your good y/n, i just wanted for you to know that i like you” he said

“and maybe my thoughts got the best of me by me kissing you but i really do like you” he says

you smile a bit, still uneasy after the situation

“ i like you too jungkook” you say once again walking towards him.

he smiles down at you and hugs you, almost picking you up.

you got a ring on your phone however and stepped away from jungkook to see that it’s time to meet up with everyone else from the group.

“we have to go” you say as you grab your bag again

he nods and follows behind as you walk out of the area

as jungkook was walking, he turns back seeing the painting and smirking

“ my wilted lover” he says underneath his breath

-

vampire jungkook i think yes

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[willowbirds]

@chaos-cohort : Well first of all: I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR ANIMATIC IDEAS PLEASE. 👀

Well if you insist!

The autism in my mind has been really focused on Elsie Roberts from the new chapter of Candela, mainly because she’s a Jekyll/Hyde type of character and I’m a sucker for monster designs!

I was working on her monster design while listening to spooky music for the vibes and Confrontation from the Jekyll and Hyde musical popped up and the autism got to work on making a full blown animated music video in my mind that I had to physically stop drawing for the length of the song!

(Scenes ideas below)

I’m gonna go crazy a bit too with scene ideas!

First big thing! Lyrics would be on the screen but they would be altered (only in written form) to words relating to the characters. So ‘Jekyll’ gets replaced with ‘Elsie’ or ‘Roberts’ and ‘Hyde’ gets replaced with ‘The Beast’ or just ‘Beast.’

It basically starts with Elsie in her lab, dealing with the fact that she created a monster inside of her.

She sings in front of a mirror during the words ‘Am I a good man? Am I a mad man.’ When Hyde starts singing Elsie notices a large shape in the mirror’s reflection but when she turns nothing is there, but when she turns back around during ‘You will never get away from me’ her reflection is gone and all she sees is the beast.

Most of the middle is Elsie arguing with the beast as versions of it appear in shadows, scientific notes, reflections in beakers, etc. tormenting her as she slowly becomes more stressed. (If you seen the episode you know what lots of stress leads too :3).

During the ‘I’ll live inside you forever’ section, Elsie becomes incredibly stressed as the beast grows larger and she starts to smash and rip things that contain its visage. During ‘They’ll never be able to separate Jekyll from Hyde’ the beast appears behind Elsie, towering over her and launching its self towards her. (Screen goes dark and refocuses on Elsie breathing heavily)

Okay this bit! This part of the song has Jekyll and Hyde singing back to back (one line after the other) and basically Elsie switches between herself and the beast, distinguished by her having a scared and stressed appearance while the beast has red eyes, sharp teeth, and a wide smile.

After ‘I am you, you are Hyde’ Elsie faces the mirror again during the speaking segment, seeing the beast stare at her instead of her reflection.

Elsie: Damn you Beast! Take all your evil deeds and rot in Hell!

Beast: I’ll see you there Roberts!

The beast then lunges from the mirror, mouth open, and collides with Elsie, leading to a silhouette shot of her form changing into the beast during the final instrumental section.

(Sorry this is long. I absolutely love your animatic idea and I wanted to share mine as well.)

#As you can see the autism is strong at the moment #animatic idea #elsie roberts #candela obscura

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In honor of me rising from the dead I think its time I talk about my two(?) fav lore families in the sims franchise the smith-curious and the spector-beaker families and I guess also the singles as well - lore anon

Hello lore anon and welcome back! ❤️

Sorry I took a minute to answer this, it has been a crazy busy couple of days! I'm going to put my whole response under a read more because I have lots of thoughts on this topic!!!

We all took for granted how insane and amazing TS2 lore was. God, I pour one out for her everyday RIP.

Anyway, let's get into this! ↓

Strangetown is my favorite world in TS2 as well! No one is surprised by this I'm sure. I actually ended up tying it (and some of its townies 👀...) into my Strangerville story because I just couldn't help myself. But I'll be honest - the family tree stuff with Lola/Chloe/Jenny/Pollination Tech 9 has always made my brain melt a little. I'm a visual person so I had to reference their family tree as a guide for our conversation. I'll provide the one that I used below!

Lore-wise, you have to start this conversation by talking about alien pollination and normal sim reproduction. You just can't avoid it. For me, I've always seen them as completely separate entities... otherwise Jenny is married to a man who, for lack of a better term, knowingly banged and impregnated her father lmfao. But not only that - if they were the same, that would imply that aliens are abducting people and engaging in sexual relations with them (with willingness or unwillingness not playing a factor; sim abductions can happen to sims who want or fear them) and this is kind of reductive and uncharacteristic of what we know about their species (plus the implications are icky imo). Therefore, I never thought that Pollination Tech 9 would view Lola and Chloe as his children, even though they technically are, in the way that Poli Tech wouldn't view Tycho as his child either (nor would Pascal regard Poli Tech as the father either).

If I'm recalling correctly, I don't think sims are necessarily aware which alien pollinated them in game (even though each sim neighborhood in TS2 has only one Pollination Technician, therefore making all the half-alien babies in that neighborhood half-siblings by default within the limited span of the game). I also don't know that male sims in TS2, from what I remember, are aware they've been pollinated because they're always surprised to find they're "pregnant," meaning there likely wasn't any a-typical intercourse happening that they could connect to the pregnancy (even if, let's be honest, Pascal might have been down for that). I think of pollination as an act similar to cloning, (the wiki says through "advanced technology") or as the name implies it could also just be a consequence of coming into proximity with their species (their name being a reference to reproduction methods of flora by pollination, for example). But realistically... it's a fictional simulation game, and in the case of TS2 it was super campy and a knowingly-leaning-into-the-outrageous kind of simulation game (which I loved and miss). So who knows!

All that to say that I agree; regardless of how the baby process works for aliens, it is still an absolutely crazy family tree lmao. But on the bright side... that at least implies that Pollination Tech 9 wasn't into his wife's father, nor might he be aware that Chloe and Lola are his children. 😅 But I'll stop here because if I think about it for too long, I think my brain might explode lmao. Still, I'm inclined toward the belief that the messiness adds to the flavor! 😂 The Sims team today could never write such a juicy bit of lore. My ass ate their dynamic up.

Also, quick note, JILL HAS EYES IN THE BACK OF HER HEAD?! THAT IS WHY SHE WEARS THE PIGTAILS? WHAT THE HELL?! Gonna look this up -

Holy shit!!! This fact is equal parts incredible and terrifying. Thank you for bringing this my attention. I can't believe I did not know this before this moment. What a (horrifying) little legend.

Oh I loved (and still love) Nervous Subject and Pascal together. Just thinking about that ship makes me giggle because it was one of my first exposures to "shipping" and "fandoms" as a preteen. I always put them together and had them raise little Tycho to fulfill Nervous' family aspiration. (I should note that I was also an avid JRO enthusiast. Johnny has two hands, why should he have to pick between Ophelia and Ripp?) Another interesting layer to the Ophelia/Olive/Nervous family is that Ophelia would be unaware of her direct relation to Nervous (1st cousins)! I loved playing around with this; Olive was a very secretive person who had a dark side for sure, so I'm sure Ophelia would have a lot of questions following her aunt's death (the first being why her aunt's inheritance is going to some rando named Nervous lmao). Plus, who says Ophelia didn't know her aunt was taking people out? She might not have known why, but she had to know all those deaths around Olive couldn't have been coincidental. That's messed up on its own lmao. I like to think that once Nervous and Ophelia meet, they become close and he even helps care for her in a weird-older-brother type way. I just know they would trauma bond lmao.

I didn't care for Loki or Circe (I never played with their household), so I don't have super strong opinions on them. That being said, I love reading people's theories on their connection to the Curious brothers. I think the ongoing feud with the brother's and their connection to Nervous is the most interesting part of their story, but my ideal ending for them would have been being exiled from the town and their careers in general for their shady practices. Pascal seemed like the science antithesis to Loki and Circe who seemed to believe that it was okay for scientific truths to come at the cost of the wellbeing of others. Also, I think Circe is too hot and too evil for Loki AND Vidcund. That's woman commits many crimes, but her taste in men is up there as one of the worst things about her lmao.

Lastly, LAZLO. He's so silly goofy and so chill in comparison to his brothers, and he's definitely the black-sheep of the family. I love how in comparison to Vidcund and Pascal, his personal life is pretty typical and mild. He's just vibing as a third party witness to the chaos. He didn't sign up for any of the drama, yet you know he's a ride-or-die. In my mind, he's also the cool uncle. He'd catch Johnny smoking and be like, "Gotta share little man." He's the best. Little Fun fact - when I watched season 4 of Stranger Things, I couldn't unsee Lazlo Curious every time Argyle opened his mouth.

If you don't see it, that's okay. I can't unsee it though! He's high af, he's precious, he's always has snacks, he will take down the government or transport a dead body for the homies. He should be protected. I totally, 100% agree that Nova is his child!

WHEW sorry for blabbing! Strangetown was a doozy and you're right that the Bella Goth situation adds a whole other intricacy (which I'll definitely be talking about in her specific deep dive post).

So glad to have you back! 🤗

#This turned into a mini deep dive post of its own. That's my bad! I'll tag it accordingly haha. But I hope you enjoyed my ramble!! #ddseries #ts4 #simblr #sims lore #the sims lore #strangetown #ts2 #sims 2 #sims 4 #the sims 2 #the sims 4 #atfs ask #lore anon #gif warning