#but them sometimes its random shit like i just saw a photo of a plane? like a blurry zoomed out pic of a plane

[butchtoads]

People are blazing the strangest things

[mariesocuniverse]

Relationships: WayV

MaeKun

if it werent for the the laws of ncity he wouldve asked her to join wayv and stay in their dorms

Since they don’t live together or are part of the same unit they don’t really spend a lot of time together but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t want to be with Mae

Large parent/protective older brother energy

not as protective as 127 hyungs but you know

Yeah she’s a menace when she teams up with other WayV members but she doesn’t clown him as much as they do it’s cause she saves that energy for doyoung lmao

mae claims she visits the wayv dorm for him but he’s 50% sure she’s just there for the animals

the other 50% is because she wants him to cook for her which he does even if she doesnt ask

hes like those parents who insist on giving you leftovers to bring home to your family

he taught her to do magic tricks bc she was insistent on wanting to learn at least one

okay but honestly she thinks he really cool despite all the clowning she does to him

like singing? dancing? cooking? visual? magic? and he can fly a plane????

one of the reasons she has high standards ngl

MaeTen

ten has unofficially adopted her whether people like it or not

he has fought with taeyong and doyoung about it she is his baby

if mark and johnny are his brothers, mae is basically his younger sister

if you look at his photo gallery he has a folder dedicated to mae and mae only

any photo or video of them together is basically ten clinging to her like a koala

he looks at her like she put all the stars in the sky but the same goes for mae

she has admitted in an interview that ten is one of her role models because of his talent and work ethic

whenever she needs help with dancing he’s one of the first people she asks

xiaojun once asked him who’s his favorite between yangyang and mae and you could see him malfunction for like six seconds before jokingly scolding him

“yah how could you ask me that type of question?”

fun fact! ten was the person she asked to go with her when she got her first tattoo!

he arranged the appointment at the place where he got his and held her hand when she was getting it

Lowkey considered getting matching tattoos but never really took the time to think of what tattoos they’d get

MaeWin

another top ship among czennies

these two are so soft for each other omg

just one glance at the two and you’re already melting

You can see Yuta screaming about MaeWin whenever the group is together and they’re interacting

And if you can’t see it you’ll probably hear it

MaeWin: casually talking

Yuta: is this what heaven looks like

MaeWinMark is just yuta’s weakness and he doesn’t even bother to hide it

Okay back to MaeWin before I get ahead of myself and make an entire post about Yuta and MaeWinMark

If they’re gathered in a large group their interactions aren’t really noticeable unless you’re actively looking for it

While the others are talking you can just see Mae playing with his hands or winwin giving her a soft smile while patting her head

They talk more when they’re either in a small group or just the two of them

MaeWin shippers were devastated when they got separated so when nct 2020 happened they went feral

Every once in a while they go out for hotpot and talk about what has been going on

LuMae

this man right here

they first met when she was visiting NCT U dance practice for BOSS with food and she heard him from the hallway

its one of the reasons why she wasn’t intimidated by him even though hes a giant

she was excited to see what kind of energy and personality he would bring to nct

and she was not disappointed at all

personal hype man

whenever they’re on a variety show together and mae is asked to do something he just yells “FIGHT HAEYADWAE”

of course the same goes for mae but less loud bc last time she kept yelling she lost her voice and couldnt talk for the rest of the show

He just has this energy where if he’s hyped up about something she feels energized to be hyped up well so you just hear the both of them cheering loudly

its always interesting to see because you just see a gentle giant cheering loudly with this smol girl next to him trying to match his energy

he always makes sure she’s comfortable when they’re at a schedule

like we know how he’s really silly on camera but he’s also very observant and caring

one time mae complained about how her feet hurt from the heels she was wearing so he just picked her up bridal style and walked to the van without a word

XiaoMae

They’ve heard abt each other from Kun and ten and greeted each other when they passed by each other in the halls but they never really had a chance to grow close until nct 2020 happened

Mae wasn’t in the Make a Wish unit so there weren’t a lot of chances to get to know each other while promoting either but it doesn’t mean they’re not friends

ten also hogs her attention when she visits the wayv dorms but we dont talk about that

these two arent as close as the others but not to the point where they actively avoid each other

whenever they’re together they just vibe

theres no awkward silence or small talk they just talk about random stuff

“no lucas, i dont hate xiaojun hyung we just dont hang out as often as we do”

“yes hendery we do have each other’s numbers we just don’t talk often”

WayV is lowkey tempted to lock the two of them in a practice room together and do a vlive to see what’ll happen

prime candidates for “It’s Awkward but It’s Okay”

their dynamic is kinda DoRen where they pretend to be awkward around each other as a joke

like they went out together once and everyone as excited bc omg they were interacting

XiaoMae shippers are starved for content and will accept any crumbs that come their way

HenMae

the duo people didnt know they needed until they met

its not like people didnt want them to become friends its just that theyre energies match well

these two are such a vibe

you know how there are ppl who don’t see for long periods of times but you still want tackle them in a hug whenever you meet? yeah its like that

kun sometimes wants to separate the two bc of how much chaos they cause together

they’re the duo where they think something is a good idea at the time but ends up as something bad at the end

kun has banned the two from the kitchen bc of a fire they started

HenMae shippers are thriving because of all the stories of the dumb shit they’ve done

lowkey considered doing a series together on nct daily but then the channel stopped uploading vids so it was never mentioned again

one time he was on call with his sister when she walked in and accidentally mistook her as his gf and now they jokingly have each other as bf and gf in their phone contacts

ten nearly had a heart attack when he saw the contact name pop up and mae picked up the call

 yangyang has the whole thing recorded on his phone and refuses to delete it

MaeYang

(A/N everytime i see this gif i need a moment to pause and try and remember my ideas cause my head goes empty when it comes to yangyang)

okay if HenMae are chaotic, MaeYang are worse

kun doesnt need to dye his hair gray bc of all the stress these two cause him

czennies thought they didnt interact much bc of different schedules and groups but once nct world happened they changed their minds

MaeYang slowly climbing up the ranks of nct ships

during one of his lives yangyang mentioned how he spoke a lot with mae and that she wanted to add him to the 00liner gc

czennies lost it that day bc 1) holy shit theres a 00liners gc and 2) why tf hasnt yangyang been added into it yet

insists that she calls him oppa/hyung even though theres only a one month difference between them

Mae and Yangyang: whispering in the corner of the room

kun: theyre either talking shit about someone or world domination and i cant tell whats worse

he tried teaching her some german once and she now knows like three sentences

“Hallo, Ich bin Mae. Was geht ab? Mir geht’s gut.” (A/N this is the outcome of my three years of german lessons everyone)

and basically all the swear words but we dont need to talk about that

haechan jokes that he’s stealing mae away from the dreamies so he wont be the maknae in wayv 

[just-another-robin]

Paradox Maker • HalBarry (Part 1)

- As a quick author’s note this story is unedited. I’m sorry for any grammar, spelling mistakes or any inconsistencies. This is also an angst story. I’d recommend listening either to Closer by The Tiny or Ilomilo by Billie Eilish while reading. Also, Tumblr like ate my first post this is a repost.

Summary: Barry Allen knows he can travel through time and sometimes, realities. So, when he goes into a different universe, he finds out something new. Not everyone can be saved.

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The last time Barry went into another universe, he took over the spot of the Alternate Universe version of himself. This time, he found himself in the middle of nowhere. It was dry, rocky and empty. Barry hadn’t been in this universe long but knowing villains on his own planet, it wasn’t anywhere good.

The first thing he did was check his pockets, hopefully the change from one universe to the other possibly gave him a different ID or something.

The only thing he finds in his pocket that doesn’t belong there is a Justice League pager with a phone number on the back. Okay, he found a possible way out now, all he needed to know was where he was.

A quick run around the plane, and Barry’s worries about this being a villain’s lair was confirmed. Skeletons muddled the grounds. Normal people would be disgusted but, it was Barry’s job to keep his cool. So, he did just that.

None of the bodies seemed to have the same wounds as others. Odd. Most villains had one M.O and stick to it. When he investigated further he found some of them still had various forms of I.D. on them.

One had a worn down, disgusting ID badge, that bared a familiar name. And when he saw it, he ran.

*

He knows the Central City police department like the back of his hand. The police captain normally kept a file of his important passwords in the ride hand side of his desk, in an unlocked drawer.

If he wanted to know anything about this version universe of himself, he’d have to see what the police have on him and, being the fastest man alive had it’s advantages. In most cases he could use other’s computers and stuff like that without them knowing. And that he did.

Once successfully logged in, he found information on himself fairly quickly. Bartholomew Allen. Born March 19th, 1994. They also stated an address and an emergency phone number.

The emergency contact was stated as his husband. After writing down both the address and phone number, he clicked on emergency contact info and was instantly blocked by a new window opening up and asking for a password.

The new screen was mainly blank with a small version of the Justice League logo in the lower left corner. So, it seems like he married one of his teammates. That was good. It meant he didn’t have to worry too much about lying about who he truly was.

Despite not revealing who he married, they still showed the address so, Barry could easily run ‘home’.

*

Sometimes, when Barry knocks on a door he’s not sure if it’s actually taking a long time for the owner to answer or, it’s his increased perception of time. This time: it was nerves.

Eventually, Barry could hear the lock click from the inside.

“Sorry, we don-“ Hal’s voice started before he even looked out the door. “Holy shit!” He pulls Barry in for a hug.

“Hi.” Barry says, returning the hug yet still unsure of what to do.

“Where were you?” Are you okay?”

“No clue and I’m really, really starving.”

Hal walks into his apartment, leaving the door open for Barry to follow.

As Barry walks in a large, fluffy, ginger cat meows at him.

“Hey buddy.” Barry says, leaning to pet the cat, who begins to pur.

Hal smiles from the kitchen, and opens his fridge, pulling out some food that wasn’t way past its expiry date.

It seemed obvious that Barry had shared this apartment with Hal just from that fact alone.

“What do you want for a slightly early dinner?” Hal called out. “I really think those cooking lessons have been benefiting me.”

“I don’t know. What do you feel Iike?” Barry picks up the cat, and cradles it like a baby.

The cat sniffs at Barry’s hand before meowing, quite loudly. If this cat was the reason Barry gets caught, he may just cry.

“Jeff, what’s wrong baby?” Hal walks over and pets the cat.

The cat meows once more before hopping from Barry’s arms, walking towards the kitchen.

“I guess everyone’s hungry right now.” Hal looks down before looking back at Barry. “Well, it’s your house so, like take a seat or whatever.”

Barry walks into the living room, out of the view of Hal. He looks and sees several photos of people in the league. Including his and Hal’s wedding photo. One taken of Hal shoving cake into Barry’s face, and beside it one of the League sitting at a table together. Diana had her arms around Bruce and Clark, Arthur and Zatanna sat on the outermost corners. Everyone was smiling and it looked like it was a great night. Both Zatanna and Bruce were looking at each other like they hung the stars.

While Hal was busy in the kitchen, Barry decided to look around their house to see if anything could help him ‘sell’ being from this earth.

Next he walks into the bedroom, and sees that it’s surprisingly clean. There are several papers scattered across the left side of the bed. The right side had the blankets pulled back without disturbing the papers. Barry knew being nosy wasn’t good but, if this version of himself was missing, maybe it could help. Barry picked up one of the several papers.

The gist of the paper is that Barry and Hal have been accepted to foster two twins called Donald and Dawn West.

On the top of the letter was a sticky note that read ‘Foster to adopt? ♥️ you. ~ B.’

Aww, cute. They were adopting. Part of Barry actually started to feel bad that he was giving this Hal fake hope.

The next paper was bank statements. All papers seem to be preparing for adoption.

So next, he went to their study. It was slightly more messy than the bedroom. The desk had a computer monitor, several binders, and random scraps of paper all over it.

In the left hand corner of the room was a small table covered by an old Transformer blanket. As Hal said, it was his house. He could look through whatever he wanted as long as it didn’t rouse suspicion.

Hal sticks his head in the door. “Hey, I just got called to Gotham. Are you okay on your own?”

Barry jumps at Hal’s voice, before taking a second or two to respond. “Uh, yeah. Why are you going to Gotham?”

“Cause you know,” Hal leans against the doorway and looks to the ground. “Uh, Bruce.”

Barry’s face fell. “Oh. Do you want me to come with?” He wasn’t exactly sure what had happened to Bruce but just from Hal’s refusal to go into detail, that it may be bad.

Hal shakes his head no. “I know Gotham’s cleaned itself up after a bit but people like Poison Ivy are still out there. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Hal stands up and straightens his leather jacket. “Dinner’s in the oven. I’m really sorry I couldn’t stay.”

“It’s fine, man. I completely understand. See you soon?”

“Later, alligator.”

“In awhile, crocodile.”

Seems like Barry isn’t a superhero in this universe. And that’s okay. Or at least, should be.

[dreams-in-blxck]

Disposable camera  d.d

David Dobrik x reader

PURE FLUFFFF AN: so this is my second shot that ive ever writte, so is shit. I just wanted to write this idea that has been in ky mind for so long. Sorry for any mistakes, I speak Spanish, ok that's alllll.

Been in a relationship with one of the biggest YouTubers was something out of this world. Yo met David through Matt, a friend of yours since childhood, you were invited to his 22nd birthday party three years ago, since then you’ve been inseparable. People started to ship the two of you and you really didn’t mind at all, you kept it going with it for the vlogs, until the day he got his wisdom teeth removed. You took care of him, and he being all out of him confessed that he liked you. Everything was kept only for you and the group in the begging, but after your six month anniversary you decided to finally make it public. To your surprise the majority of his fans actually liked the relationship you two have. After a few years of ups and downs he proposed to you. it was honestly something you never thought it would happen so quickly. You were in New York for your birthday. It was amazing, you stayed near Central Park and explored the whole city. David always by your side, walking on the busy streets, and enjoying the company and everything you did. 

The last night you stayed he said you were going out to have dinner, you went to the prettiest restaurant ever, it was in the top flor of a giant building. “David, this is amazing” you said while walking to your table and watching the city at your feet. “Only what you deserve” he said back kissing the top of your head. You smiled to him at sat at your table. You ordered your food and talk for a few hours, when you were done and only the dessert was left, David went to the bathroom. The music form a piano started to travel through the air until it reached your ears. It was weird since all night the only thing you could hear was the noisy streets. The music of the piano made you turn your face to the door that lead inside the restaurant, only to found David walking towards you with a little black velvet box. Your eyes started to tear up a little. Your hands covering your mouth in disbelieve, a shy smile on David’s face while he went onto his knees and opened the little box. A tear when down trough your face and breathe became hard to you. “Y/N… a literally practiced this so many times in the mirror, but im speechless right now” you chuckled, “I love you, and I-I can’t believe I found you. You have no idea of how you make me a different person, a better one, and I honestly don’t know what would I do without you. I know sometimes is hard to keep up with all that happens but I know ill be lost without you, so that’s why I want you to be with me for the rest of our lives” You started to cry again, David took your hands on one of his, “Y/N would you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” You literally couldn’t talk so you nodded and bit your lower lip. David took the ring out form the box and put it in your finger. He stand up and pulled you to his arms, you hugged him back still tearing up a little. He took your hands back to his and talked again, “I love you and I can’t wait to spent our lives together” you smiled and kissed him. Your lips dancing with his, “I love you too”.

Eight months after the wedding you sarted to feel bad, nausea, pain, you let it passed. One David went back to Chicago for some business he had there, sou you stayed in L.A and made your life as normal. During the week you had an appointment with your doctor, normal checks ups. You started and drove there, on your way David called. “Hi baby” you answered. “Hey babe, I just called to say that ill back tomorrow morning” “Yeah I know, you’ve been bothering me all week long” “Oh, so you don’t miss me?” “No, not at all. I’ve been really relaxed. Not doing anything at all” “Im glad to hear that. Me and Stacey been all crazy” you laughed at his story. “I gotta go babe, I have an appointment, call you later” “Yeah its fine, im gotta go sleep. I’ll call you when I make it there” “Yes baby, love you” you hang up and entered the building. +++

“Everything is normal, you just have to take some vitamins and you’ll be okay” you nodded and sat up. When you were about to leave the nausea came back and ran to the bathroom, emptying your stomach. A nurse came after you and ran her hand in your back. You stand up and washed your mouth. The nurse asked you to come with her, and you did. She took you back to the doctor’s office and took some blood samples. “Are you ok?” The doctor said. “Yeah, I just been with nausea and pain this days lately. Its nothing” you said rubbing your forehead. The doctor nodded before talking again. “By any chance, can you pregnant?” The question took you back for a little but soon replied. “No, Im with birth control, haven’t stop in 4 years” you said. The doctor nodded again and explain you that all the symptoms you had were pretty similar to the pregnancy ones, you just went with it and waited for the results.

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Back home you took one of David’s cameras out and put it in the island of the kitchen, adjusting it to you. You started o record.

“Hi guys. I know this video is going to be weird” you paused”I don’t know how to do this thing, David is the expert one” you smiled ”so… Im going to be pretty face forward. I went to the doctor today and” you bit your lower lip and gasped ”im pregnant” you let the air you didn’t know you were keeping out. A big smile appeared in your face and your eyes got watery. “To be honest I didn’t expect it, I’ve been in birth control for so long and never in my mind I thought I could be pregnant. David doesn’t know yet, I want to tell him tomorrow he gets home from Chicago. And I have an idea of how im gonna do it” you took the camera in your hands and started walking to the bedroom. So you know how David keeps doing all the stuff about his disposable camera. So he left some of them to be done before he went to Chicago and I picked them up today. So tomorrow” you sat on the bed” when he gets back I know he will like to see how the photos turned out, so im going to put this” you grabbed the printed ultrasound and showed to the camera ”in the bag with the other photos. I really wanted to do it like that, cause you know how much David loves all those videos” you smiled remembering when Josh told David that Page was pregnant” and im going to record it, cause I know he loves his clickbait” you paused taking everything that you happened in the last few hours. “I guess ill see you tomorrow”. +++

Before leaving to the airport to pick David up, you sited a camera in your room and the bag of photos on the bed. You started to drive and recorded with your phone two minutes before picking David. “Ok guys, so I left the house all done, a camera and the bag in the room. Im not recording with a camera right now cause he will definitely know something is up. So im just going to keep recording with my phone down and maybe he will record to” you said before putting your phone down still recording. You parked to the side of the street and met David. Opening the trunk he left his stuff in the back and sat next to you. “Hi baby” you said and kissed him. “Hi babe” he said hugging you. “Rough night” you chuckled looking at his under eyes. “I couldn’t sleep on the plane” he said while resting his head on the seat. “Im sorry baby, I’ll take us home quickly ok?” He nodded and slept till you got back. When you arrived David went straight to take a shower and you walked to the living room to update the video. “So David is taking a shower right now, im going to ask him if hi wants food and tell him that the photos are in the bed” you walked to the bathroom and knocked. “Yeah baby?” “Im going to Postmate something, you want anything?” “Yeah some chipotle please” he yelled. “Got it, oh by the way, I picked up the photos they’re in the bed” “Thanks baby”. You walked out of the room and stopped the recording, ordered the food and went to the kitchen. You opened your phone to see the camera through it. You sited another camera in the kitchen cause you knew he will come here when he saw it.

David entered the room changed and with a towel in his hand. He sat in the bed and opened the bag with the photos on it. The photos were in his hands, one by one being thrown in the bed after being examined by him. Photo of the whole vlog squad in a random party, some of his famous friends and some of you, he steered at them the longest a smile appearing every time you came to his view. He was just one photo away from the only thing that matters. Your hand covering your hand to stop the whimpers you didn’t know you were making, feeling the tears end at your hand, you cleared your face and waited. David threw the picture he had in his hands and looked down. His breathing stopped. Everything inside him stopped. He couldn’t believe what was in between his now shaking hands. A single tear started to roll down his face. He sat up and started to jog your way. “Y/N please tell me this is not a joke” hi said reaching the kitchen. You let your phone fall and sat up running to his arms. “No is not” you said while tears covered your face again. “Oh my god” David sobbed “Im going to be a dad” you took his face in your hands and kissed him “Yes you are” you said looking into his eyes “We’re going to have a baby” he said before picking you up and turning around. You’ve never been happier.

[ambersky0319]

Sinking Fate

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Masterpost

Very Basic Summary : A fairly popular photographer known for his more... disturbing photos, is sent an invitation to come to the beaches of Tione, Angeles to possibly bring light to the recent disappearances in the town that no one else seems to bother with, with the locals switching back and forth between the causes, either a mass murderer among them, a siren... or perhaps both? Either way, he accepts, because what could ever go wrong?

Story Warnings : Gore, Death, Drownings, Sympathetic Remus and Logan

Thank you @themelodeeartz for sending in the idea! I’m honestly really excited for it XD I’ll answer the asks with a link to this chapter ^^

No one knew how, not even Remus himself, but he somehow suddenly got really popular.

He was a photographer, that occasionally wrote books. However his photos weren't quite... 'normal' photographs. A lot of people would probably find them horrific. Normally. But something about the way he took photos and described them seem to intrigue people, draw them in, and send them down a spiral of thoughts as they saw more.

Remus' pieces often contained much darker themes. Bones, burnt flesh, death, gore... and much more. Sometimes, a mix of what he photographed. He created collages that told morbid stories or tragic tales, most if not all true ones.

And that seemed to be what drew people in. Lured them to Remus, encouraged him to continue with his art.

And people loved his writing as well, the tales he told seemed so far-fetched, so unrealistic, until you found out he based them on past news reports he found, hidden deep within the web. And then you were reminded that this could happen to you.

But his stories weren't what he was known for, not completely. His photographs were more well-known. He didn't mind.

Remus opened up one of the letters on his desk, reading the neatly written letter. Fanmail, he originally thought it to be. Until he realized it didn't have a return address. A plane ticket slipped out from the pages, and he continued further down, unsure if it was excitement, curiosity, or worry that bubbled in his stomach.

Perhaps it was them all.

Dear Remus King,

      You will not have heard of me, of that I am certain. I do hope this letter isn't lost in the undoubtedly large amount of other mail you receive. My name is... well, it doesn't really matter what my name is, it's not important.

     Your work has made a lot of people think, and a lot of people worry, and become far more cautious of the world around them. And I've taken note that some of your written works contain a few more fantastical themes, that are illustrated to be a reality. Which, now that I think about it, they very well may be.

     If you have the time amongst your own projects, I would greatly appreciate it if you could come to Tione, Angeles (making up a fake place). I think there's a case here you'd greatly love to see, and maybe look to the beaches?

     Most are saying it's the handiwork of a siren, but then there are those that just believe mass murder. Every day there are more and more disappearances, leaving a gruesome beach behind. I feel it would fit in well with the theme of your... style, I suppose. And, it might finally draw some attention to our crisis /thank you Tione police for absolutely nothing!/

     Whatever your choice, I hope you have a splendid day! And I cannot wait to see your next line of work. If you do decide to see what's been happening, feel free to stay at the hotel of our dwindling town. If you just give them your name, they'll let you stay for free, expenses payed by me! Safe travels!

     Oh, and I suppose my name not being known might be bothering you? I suppose you can know what most call me. When you arrive at the hotel and if you need a tour or something, just grab someone off the street and ask for Aki /aka me!/.

Remus regarded the letter carefully.

Disappearances? Caused by a siren? That did definitely catch his interest. But Tione he knew was quite a ways away. But then again... He did have a plane ticket, practically for free.

Remus hummed quietly, placing the letter back on his desk and pulling his laptop closer. If he was to make a decision, he'd need at least some information about this place other than its location.

-

Remus rubbed his eyes, slouching over a notebook he had opened to take down certain notes. His handwriting, which was already quite messy, steadily grew more and more ineligible as the night drew on.

He read articles dating back at least a hundred years ago. That's when the disappearances began, as far as he could tell. With the murder of Taylor Smithings. The rumor about a siren drawing people in only came in around the twentieth murder.

However if he was going there to photograph the beach, he needed to look into the most recent disappearances. So their names and supposed causes of death. Most of the drowning cases were thought to be the work of a siren.

Megan Tannings - Drowning, blunt force to head

Jack Carter - Blood loss, stab-like wounds

Peter Harper - Drowning

Katherine Jake - Drowning or suffocation

Bobby Carson - Hasn't been found

Lilith Carson - Drowning

Tabitha Jenkins - Drowning or suffocation

Zeke Henson - Hasn't been found

Pepper Kord - Hasn't been found

Joanne Larson - Drowning

William Peterson - Unconfirmed

Remus also had various notes of things about sirens, so that he had a basic idea of what he'd be getting into.  How they lured people in, how they came to be. Why they might draw people in to kill them.

The lore surrounding the creatures was simply fascinating.

His phone rang, and Remus groaned quietly, glancing at the clock before picking up his phone. It was far too late for anyone he personally knew to be calling him.

Except maybe Virgil.

"Remus King, wondering who the fuck calls at three in the morning, how may I help you?"

"Remus!" Ah, so it was Virgil. "Have you checked the news at all tonight? There's something you've gotta see!"

Remus groaned again, rubbing his eyes. He felt exhausted. He didn't feel that often.

"Can it wait until later in the morning?"

"Dude!"

"Fine, fine..." Remus grumbled as he turned his computer back on, looking to the news platform he and Virgil often checked. His eyes widened as he leaned in closer to get a better look at the article, his heart suddenly gaining speed.

"Oh my fucking god, Emile?!"

"I know right! A lot of people have already started getting really mad, considering Emile's just a sweet therapist who's helped more people than anybody else. But dude, look further into this, something doesn't feel right about it."

Remus glanced at the envelope on his desk. He bit his lip. "Actually, maybe you can take this one? Emile's a friend and all, but my plans just suddenly got full for the month."

He heard Virgil sigh, could imagine Virgil rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I get it. I'll do this one. It's horrible that it happened to Emile of all people though."

"I know. Call Remy for me and ask how he's doing? He can't be doing all too good..."

"I know, will do. Mind if I ask what new project you just took up before you go to bed?"

"Something in Tione, Angelas. Night V."

"See ya whenever you get back."

Virgil hung up, and Remus set his phone down, leaning back in his chair. He would've loved to handle this case, but he knew Virgil could handle it, back in their hometown. Poor Emile and Remy though, he thought, slowly getting out of his chair to go to bed.

They deserved better, honestly.

He sighed as he flopped onto bed, burying himself in the mess of sheets, old stuffed animals, and random papers he never had the motivation to clean up.

-

At around 11pm, Remus pulled himself out of bed and started to pack.

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[parkrstark]

who needs pictures?

based on this song (X)

It took him a while after everything happened to even go near Peter’s side of the lab. It had been months, maybe even a year already since he’d be gone. It felt like a million lifetimes. Tony lost track of time when all of the days merged into one long nightmare.

He only started looking through all of the stuff he had shoved in the desk drawers because May was looking for one of Peter’s old notebooks. She couldn’t find it in his bedroom and of course, the only other place that managed to collect all of the kid’s things was in the tower. Either in the spare room that had slowly turned into Peter’s or his section in the lab.

He didn’t mean to make it an all day affair, but every little thing he found had him distracted for a while.

He clicked on the old DS he had shoved in the top drawer and it still had his Animal Crossing game inside. Tony winced as he walked the little guy character (Peter named him Han Solo. Of course, he did) around the town, through the weeds that had taken over every spot on the ground. Peter used to always make sure to check his town routinely so there was never one weed in sight.

There was a plastic spoon in the bottom drawer that once lit up when you clicked the button. It was red with a faded cartoon picture of both Iron Man and Spider-Man on it. Peter had gotten it out of a box of cereal when the public first started noticing Spider-Man and Iron Man’s unlikely partnership. He had it hidden in here so no one ever used it and “tainted its awesomeness”.

Peter kept his fidget toy, one of many, on his desk. It had been a present from Tony when he noticed how the kid was always fidgeting. Especially when he was sitting in the lab doing nothing else but homework or something that didn’t involve much moving. He threw it to the kid one day after school nonchalantly. He’d been hesitant to use it until Tony told him about the collection of stress balls he had; there wasn’t ever a time when he didn’t have one in his pocket. Tony had spoiled the kid with dozens of fidget toys; some he loved, some he liked, and some he wasn’t a big fan of. When Tony was in a store, usually a gas station, they’d sell them by the cash register and Tony bought one he thought Peter would like. He even ordered special Star Wars ones.

When he reached the camera however, he froze. Of course, it had its own special drawer. Peter took care of that thing like it was his literal baby. He used to talk to it sometimes. He named it...Tony thought hard to Peter got it for his birthday from May (she had saved up months to get it for him and the look on his face when he opened it was well worth, even Tony knew). He had been there, but Peter hadn’t named it until a few days. He claimed he needed to pick a name that felt right. Four days after his birthday, he walked into the lab with the strap around his neck and holding the camera tucked safely in his hands against his chest.

“Meet Paisley!”

“Finally named it, kid?”

“Named her, Mr. Stark.”

Tony smiled at the memory, lifting the camera up and brushed away the layer of dust that covered the screen. He tried the power button, but nothing happened. Dead. He sighed, ready to put it back in the drawer when something stopped him. He turned it carefully in his hands and popped open the SD card insert.

He put the camera in the drawer and then went over to his main desk where he had a computer capable of showing the contents of the SD card. He stuck it in and waited for the monitor to load the pictures.

The first on the screen hit hard.

Peter was staring right at the camera smiling so widely. And with the high quality the camera took pictures in and his compute showed pictures on, it was almost like Peter was right in front of him again. He reached a hand out and his fingers hit the screen.

Peter had a weird tradition of “baptizing” each of his SD cards. He always took the same first picture. Whoever he was with when he replaced it, he threw an arm around their shoulder and took a selfie. Tony was usually the one caught, though he had a few with May, Ned, Happy, Rhodey, and Pepper.

Tony was in this one. He was staring down at one of his tablets, not giving the camera a glance. But Peter was there, next to him on the couch, pulling him in close and smiling. Tony wished he had looked up...just to see that smile on the kid’s face. But he didn’t. Because that had be a normal thing for Peter to do. Tony never thought there’d be a day where he wasn’t there to fill up empty SD card and start with an impromptu photo session.

He’d never get a chance to do that again. He took that moment for granted just as often as Peter took the picture.  

He swiped to the next photo and smiled. They were a lot miscellaneous shots of people and places Peter loved.

There was May raising a pair of chopsticks to her mouth as she sat across from him in what looked like a restaurant. Which Tony bet it was. Whenever she tried to cook, that’s usually where they ended up.

Ned sitting in a pile of hundreds of Legos they had dumped all over Peter’s bedroom floor.

A view of the city streets from a very high spot somewhere Peter perched to get the perfect shot.

Happy petting a orange cat, Murphy was his name if Tony remembered correctly, that sat on a counter of Peter’s favorite deli.

May and Pepper laughing as they sat on a couch, each with a champagne glass in their hands.

Endless photos of dogs in the park.

Tony sitting on Rhodey as they played Mario Kart, so he could win.

Ned making a funny face in the camera as he sat in a library with a book open in front of him.

Happy yelling out his window as they drove, Peter was sitting in the passenger seat.

A duck walking down a city street.

Tony working on something in his lab.

Peter liked taking candid shots of Tony in the workshop. Sometimes Tony was glancing at the camera from the corner of his eyes, but most times he had no idea the picture was being taken.

God, Tony. Why didn't you ever take a fucking second just to look? Look up at what you had. The kid was always there. And now, he’d never be there again.

He swiped through the dozens of photos Peter took of Tony in the lab, mixed with a few of the bots hanging around.

(Tony’s favorite was the one he took himself. Peter, U, and Dum-E were sleeping on the floor in a sea of blankets Peter had set up for the four of them to watch a movie. He had made sure to drape a blanket over each of them.)

He smiled when he realized what the majority of this SD card was full of: Peter and Tony’s roadtrip to Florida over the summer. They had a big trip planned to Disney World for the kid’s 17th birthday. He’d always wanted to go to Disney World and one of the parks was practically throwing up Star Wars. There was a ride, character meet and greets, parades, firework, shows, and more just for this movie.

So, it was a no brainer where Peter was going to celebrate his day.

Except there was one problem: Peter was deathly afraid of planes. Ever since the night he crashed the Stark plane on Coney Island. So, flying to Florida was not an option. At least not for Peter.

Tony remembered when they surprised him with the tickets and told him about the private jet that would get them there in no more than 2 hours. He hands started to shake. Tony didn’t hesitate before saying Peter didn’t have to take the plane. (“I’m thinking about driving down, if you want to join. I could use the company”)

Sure, one day, Tony would help Peter get over his fear of flying, but he didn’t need to do that when he was going to celebrate his birthday. He didn’t want the kid to dread the trip. So, Tony and Peter left two days before everyone else did and they started their roadtrip.

It was the best trip Tony had ever taken. He enjoyed the car ride to and back more than the actual vacation, probably.

The collection of vacation photos started with Tony packing the car with their suitcases. Tony was looking over his shoulder as a bag on the top was about to fall over on his head. (“A little help, Parker?”).

Tony steering the wheel with one hand and shoving a fast food burger in his mouth with the other. (“Who the fuck puts mustard on a burger? Are their taste buds that dead?”)

A random horse Peter had made Tony stop driving for suddenly by screaming, “Stop!” (“Christ, Parker, you’re lucky no one was behind me. Don’t do that again.” “But he’s so pretty, Mr. Stark.”)

Peter’s dirty converse kicked up on the dash and a blur of Tony’s hand, swatting his feet off. (“Unless you want to clean the dashboard with your toothbrush, get your filthy feet off.”)

A sunset Peter made him spend 10 minutes driving to get the perfect shot. (“Peter, the sun is going to be gone by the time you find a spot you like.”)

One that Tony took of Peter fast asleep in the passenger seat, drooling slightly with his head at angle that couldn’t have been good for his neck. (“How do you even sleep like that?”)

Then the next one was Peter sleeping again, this time after Tony leaned over and fixed him so he was in a comfortable position. He leaned the seat back, laid his head in a normal position, and covered him in a blanket. (“See? I take care of you.”)

He continued to skim through the pictures and found the selection of pictured from the actual trip itself. Peter had gone crazy with photos. LIke he snapped a picture of every little thing. He was like those tourists they made fun of in Times Square.

Tony and May had taken a lot of them too when Peter wanted to be in the pictures. The kid almost cried when he saw all the Star Wars shit. There was a show that had an entire dedication to Han Solo, and Tony actually saw him wipe at his eyes quickly. Tony had rolled his eyes, ruffling the kid’s hair.

He continued through the hundred of pictures for what had to have been hours before he reached the last one. Tony packing a full car that overflowing with bags and bags of Disney souvenirs.

Tony didn’t realize he had been crying until there were no more photos to distract him. He sniffled and wiped his wet cheeks.

That was only one SD card...the kid had dozens in his drawer that Tony could look through.

He always took a picture of everything. His face was always behind the lens, taking a photo of something.

Tony told him to put the camera down and live in the moment, but Peter said he didn’t want to forget a single moment.

Tony didn’t understand how he could when it was all so clear in Tony’s mind. He could still close his eyes and remember what had happened in each photo before and after it was taken.

He didn’t need these photos to remember Peter.

Peter was the most vivid memory in his mind every time he closed his eyes.

Sometimes it was a blessing, sometimes it was a curse.

[profoundbond-n-tfw]

Random ‘To Read’ Destiel Fic List

So with my computer dying and me losing all my info, photos, fics I was writing, my reading lists, etc. I’m starting over and rebuilding. So this list is mostly for me and my files but thought I’d share it in case anyone sees something they might like to read. 

I figure I will finish reading the fics on this list this week…But it might take two depends on how busy I am…lol so with no further ado and in no particular order…

Warning all fics are rated Explicit!

Unintended by emwebb17:

Castiel is a successful defense attorney beginning to doubt the integrity of the work he does. After winning a date with a firefighter named Dean at a charity auction, Cas decides that he needs to make a change in his life. He just has one more case to take care of, but his involvement has devastating consequences.

As The Ink Flows by  CheshireMoon, RexxieConverse

AU- Dean Winchester, known to the world as the gun-slinging western writer Kurt Smith, loves his career as an author, getting to spin his dreams of grand adventure and heroic deeds into best selling novels. Where blood, guts and glory may be Dean’s choice of entertainment, fellow author Castiel Novak, pen name Emmanuel Anael, chose the more philosophical route, using religion and narration of humanity’s condition to drive the plot of his tales. The two could not have more disdain for each other’s style of storytelling, which is made very much known through a happenstance meeting turned heated blow out. As fate seems to have a very interesting sense of humor, Dean and Castiel find themselves accidentally frequenting the same cafe after their disastrous first encounter, and both stubbornly decide to make The Caffeinated Moose their permanent go-to writing destination despite each other’s infuriating presence. Through spilled coffee, ruffled papers, blossoming words, and steam-fogged glasses, will something other than ink flow between these two talented writers?

KAZ by  OnceUponADestiel (Jems_of_Grace)

Dean has always had a weirdly strong attachment to his car that he has never been able to satisfactorily explain, even to himself. He knows that he chose the Impala for his dad on that first infamous time travel experience that Cas sent him on. But now he has another chance to take a trip into the past and this time he finds out exactly why he’s always felt such a weirdly profound bond with this particular vehicle.

Just Pretending by lilypaws

A cool job, a nice apartment, a hot girlfriend. Dean had it all. And lost everything. That’s when he gets the chance to be featured in an article in the famous magazine “Heaven on Earth” and reside in a luxury hotel for four weeks. And win a shit ton of money. The catch: it’s only for married couples. And because Dean’s life is a disaster the only person who is willing to play along and marry him is the person who despises him the most. But playing Couple with Cas Novak for a month can’t be that hard, can it?

Basileus by SillyBlue

A basilisk’s egg is said to be able to break any spell or curse and dissolve any claim on a human’s soul. With the ten years he had been given quickly coming to a close, Dean has no other option but to follow this one desperate lead. While Dean’d love to be able to escape the clutches of hell (and make sure that Sam doesn’t take the bait and follow him directly down into the fiery pits), he really, really doesn’t want to go hunt a probably extinct monster in Europe. But he needs a basilisk and apparently a town in Switzerland just happens to have one as its guardian beast.

It’s just Dean’s luck that this one wears a trench coat and is the hottest guy Dean’s ever seen.

All Your Lies by Speary

When Sam is captured in East Berlin, in the summer of 1953, there is some fear that he’ll be lost to them forever. However, Agent Dean Winchester catches a lucky break. His agency has captured a KGB agent. They’ve negotiated prisoner exchanges before, but only after they had extracted what secrets they could. And Dean has enviable skills when it comes to interrogations. His prisoner, Dmitri Krushnic, though, seems to know too much, and he also seems to be somehow familiar. The more time he spends with the prisoner, the more questions he has, about the past, about what he lost in the war, and about the truth that he wasn’t ready to see.

The Other Shoe by Cliophilyra

It has been 10 years since two scruffy boys arrived at Castiel’s home in the Men of Letters bunker. Dragged along by their father, in search of help with a hunt.

10 years since he fell in love with a green eyed teenager.

10 years since the first and last time they saw each other.

They’re all older and supposedly wiser now and Cas could at least pretend to have forgotten all about that day. Until two familiar men turn up out of the blue, dripping blood on the bunkers doormat.

On Gossamer Wings by CKLizzy

Castiel Shurley is an angel. Yes, angel - because that’s what flight attendants of 8th Heaven Jetways are called. Sky Angels. Flying is Castiel’s freedom. Boarding a plane, working above the clouds, to him it’s like spreading his wings. Lifting off and leaving the world behind - how could anyone not enjoy it? Castiel doesn’t understand how there are people who rather stay on the ground. It’s almost ironic that he should fall in love with someone who fears flying more than anything else.

The Devil’s Music by Amazonia_8

The Hunters have been getting on just fine without him, but when his brother gets into a jam, Dean’s called out of exile and given one more chance to strap on a guitar and hit the road with his family.

One tiny problem. None too happy with the group’s hard rock reputation, the investors have sent an agent to keep the brothers out of trouble. The hot as sin, socially awkward agent who Dean may have accidentally propositioned on the flight over.

But you know what’s more fun than misbehaving on the road to the roar of thousands of fans? Seeing if he can get Castiel to misbehave, too.

Kinetics by kittenbot

Dean Winchester can count on one hand the number of good things that have happened to him in his life. With fingers leftover. When Sculpture Magazine wanted to do a piece on him as the new up-and-comer in metal sculpture, he was guarded. But when he met Castiel, who was sent to document his work, he decided to take a chance on the growing connection between them. They learn that they are both in the BDSM lifestyle and agree to explore that together. Dean has a traumatic past, both in childhood and with bad Doms. They have to negotiate their relationship carefully.

Set in the modern world without the supernatural, Dean is a sculptor and Castiel is a photographer. Castiel is also a Dom and Bakushi—an expert that ties people up in the traditional Japanese way; his specialty is suspension ties. Dean is a sub who was never taught the meaning of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Cas wants to show Dean how wonderful submission can be and he’s absolutely dying to tie Dean up and suspend him. Dean wants to let him. If only he wasn’t being targeted by a psychopath.

Reality of Dreams by kumofu

Dean Winchester has been living a boring life. At least until his brother is missing, the police think he has something to do with it, and a group of people who call themselves ‘Liberi Somniorum’ and live in an underground bunker ask him to join them so they can teach him how to use his dreaming abilities. As if that isn’t bad enough, the police also took his car and then there’s this guy in a trenchcoat who’s guarding him, and some dark secret. Dean does his best to convince himself it’s a dream. But somehow, sometimes, dreams can be very real, and this time, he just can’t wake up.