#also imagine threatening someone with DEATH just cause your not boyfriend got hit with a pillow

[smallest-moon]

girl was complaining and ended up being the one who had the most fun smhhh

[rat-bastard-fics]

Paul Lahote X Reader - Mine.

A/N: I haven’t written anything for a few years so please have mercy on me.

Warning: Possessiveness, PG-13 Smut, Jealousy

Description: Y/n is at the bar with Paul and after failing to get him to agree to go home, she flirts with someone else to spark his jealousy.

Word count: ~1800

Paul hadn’t had a night off in months—between work, patrols, and basic human needs, his schedule was almost constantly booked.  It was this exact reason that caused y/n to feel so guilty about wanting alone time with him.  While it was true that she constantly missed him with him being so busy, it was also true that he missed being a normal human who had spare time and could sit at the bar with a friend.  Paul and Jared had been in the pack longer than any other member—barring Sam, of course—but despite this they still rarely had a moment away from the others. The bar was loud, and they’d already been there for almost two hours.  For a homebody like y/n, it was a bit much. Feeling anxious about physically stepping into the avid conversation between Paul and Jared, y/n grabbed out her phone and decided to text Paul instead.  She felt stupid for it, but there wasn’t much that wouldn’t make her feel anxious.

Feeling anxious, could we head home soon?

She peered down the bar to watch Paul peek at his phone before setting it back down.  This was out of character for him, so y/n figured his conversation must have been one he was more invested in than normal.  She bounced her leg nervously, sipping on her water.  She gave the boys another 10 minutes—which felt like an hour—before sending another text.

Please?

Paul looked at his phone again, then looked over at his imprint waiting impatiently down the bar. He could see her nerves and nodded, responding swiftly.

I’ll finish this drink and we’ll go

y/n read the message and nodded, about to respond with an affirmative when another text came in.

Unless you really need to go now, are you okay?

To anyone else, it may not have read much, but to y/n she knew Paul really would leave without hesitation and without being upset had she pressed further.  She shot him a smile and a thumbs up and he nodded, getting the message.  While he finished his drink, y/n decided that then would be a good time to use the restroom before they hit the road.  She was sober but she’d drank quite a bit of water and, despite how grossed out using public bathrooms made her, it was the safest choice.  After commencing her business and washing her hands, y/n returned to the busy bar area where she noticed Paul taking the first sip of a new drink.  While this didn’t mean much for him—the wolves burned alcohol off at an impressive rate—it did mean waiting to leave.  Paul had probably just forgotten and, not seeing y/n where she’d been before, didn’t think twice before agreeing to one more drink with his good friend but the left y/n feeling particularly perturbed.  

As a rationally thinking mature person, y/n settled in to taking action.  Her blood was steaming, past anxiety was effectively out the window, and she quickly chose her target.  Spotting a man waiting to buy a girl a drink wasn’t difficult in such a testosterone packed bar an y/n had found her perfect match.  An innocent enough looking guy sitting well within Paul’s view.  He wasn’t too non-threatening that Paul wouldn’t notice but he also wasn’t too unsettling to make y/n nervous to approach him.

“Hi,” y/n leaned on the bar next to him and made the conscious decision—that she knew she would feel embarrassed about at any other moment—to, for lack of a better term, use her assets.  She pressed her body against the counter top in a way that shelved her boobs up just a titch higher than normal allowing her rarely seen cleavage to peak out of her casual v-neck.  The man clearly noticed as his eyes were set looking lower than her chin.

“Heeeeello, how are you doing tonight?” His greeting was drawn out in a way that gave off the vibe of him having been a douchey business-major frat guy in some former year. He wore a long-sleeved shirt that formed snug to his arms and had a slight stubble.  He seemed to be the type of man who may be a regular.

“I’m alright,” y/n bit her lip and twirled her hair idly, she could feel Paul’s attention, his eyes burning holes into her back and she could imagine his muscles tensing.  As cruel as she knew it was, y/n knew she wouldn’t have to play this game much longer, “I think I could use a drink though.”

The man jumped on the offer, immediately ordering a shot for y/n without bothering to ask what she might like.  Whiskey.  It burned y/n’s through but in a way that added to her twisted excitement.  The man began talking about something that y/n didn’t care about but she chose a moment to laugh and rest her hand in his bicep. And here it was: the final bate.  The man wasted no time in proceeding to rest his hand on y/n’s lower back and immediately a bar stool could be heard scraping on the cheap linoleum floor. She could hear his breath and feel his warmth before he got close enough to say anything.  ‘This poor man,’ for a split second y/n felt bad for the schmuck she’d chosen to smother in her game and quickly turned to her boyfriend before he had the chance to raise his fist.  It happened quickly.

Paul approached.  Y/n turned.  The man had fear in his eye that y/n barely caught as she spun and placed her hand flat on the seething shifter’s chest.  Paul looked down at her and the danger in his eye was no longer one of malice but rather one of intoxicating jealousy and possession, he dragged a tongue across his lower lip.  

“Paul,” y/n said his name low and that was all it took. He wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her from the masculine prop and swiftly walked her to the door.  He gave a fleeting wave to his buddy that the two lovers effectively abandoned at the bar.

“What were you doing?” Paul almost hissed between his teeth as they left the bar.  It was cruel, and she knew that, but maybe y/n was a glutton for punishment. She was aroused by his reaction.

“I wanted to go.” She looked at Paul innocently as they made it to his car, as his eyes locked with hers she could see him run his tongue across his upper teeth and let out a tsking sound.

“You,” he approached her, pinning her between him and the hood of his car with a hand on either side of her body.  He leaned over her slowly, “are going to be the death of me.” He cracked a short smile, one that was smug and cocky and, dare she admit it, sexy.  His eyed flickered, leaving hers for only a moment to gaze down at her lips.  It was almost shameful how turned on she was at the sight of him.

“Oh?” It was breathy and all she could let out but it caused Paul to, at her dismay, chuckle and separate from her.  He went to the driver’s side door and she just watched him, standing there, yearning for his warmth.  He opened his door and looked at her.

“Well?” She was confused and it showed, her brain still calibrating what was happening.  She’d wanted so badly for him to do as he pleased with her that it was taking her a moment to catch up, “do you want to go home or not?” She bit her lip and shook her head, laughing as she went to her door and climbed in.  One door closed and then the other, Paul started the engine but didn’t go.

“Well?” Y/n allowed another moment of confusion at her suddenly seemingly indecisive boyfriend.  He sat there, looking at his keys, he hadn’t taken his hand away since he turned them.

“Fuck it.” He swiftly twisted his wrist, shutting the car back off before turning to y/n and grabbing the nape of her neck, passionately pressing his lips against hers. She reacted automatically.  Kissing Paul was like riding a bike, except not at all because there were no pedals and there were no wheels and instead of sitting on a bicycle there’s a longing to have a hot, and ideally horny, wolf of a man between your legs.  Y/n reached to unbuckle, forgetting that she hadn’t even gotten that far into the car ride and they both let out a gasp of a laugh, their teeth bumping.  Paul took initiative and pulled y/n from her seat, setting her on him instead, a leg on either side of him.  They were ravenous, starving for each other.  Paul slapped her ass and she jumped, moaning into the kiss and then he pulled away.  Y/n went to lean back in but a warm finger was placed over her lips instead.

“We don’t want to give Mr. Lonely a free show tonight, do we?” He was clearly as aroused as she was if the tent beneath her was any indication, but you wouldn’t be able to tell in any other way.  He was cool, collected, and composed. He gently set y/n back into her seat and turned on the engine once more as y/n tried to catch her breath. “One more thing.”  He grabbed her chin gently so she looked at him and his eyes were serious.

“Yes?” She was hoping he would change his mind again—her head was spinning this much, what’s a little more—and turn off he engine, but he seemed ready to head home.

“I love you. So fucking much.” It was almost wolfish the way he said it and he proceeded to kiss her one last brief time before putting the car in gear to drive home, “You,” He looked at her again, “are mine, doll face.”

[thefanficmonster]

Kick Some Ghost Ass

”Until Dawn Gang x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Sex jokes (excuse my bad humor)

Genre: CRACK, Humor

Summary: It’s one thing when trouble finds this gang, but why don’t we take a look at what happens when they go actively looking for trouble. Needless to say, chaos ensues and no one is spared. Some are more affected than others, and some are dead-ass traumatized, but isn’t that just how life is in general?

Requested by my dearest ever - Until Dawn Anon. Hi lovely! I’ve missed writing your requests and I’m really happy to be back, creating another chaotic fic! I’m sorry it has taken me so long to post it but here it finally is - crazy as ever! I hope you enjoy it! Love you to Blackwood Pines and back baby ❤❤❤

I don’t know how I’ve found myself in this situation but I’m not complaining. If I get to do dumb crazy shenanigans with my crew, I’m ready for just about anything. Not to mention I’m no stranger to ghost hunting. I’m that kid that made DIY Ouija boards and took them to cemeteries with their terrified friends. You should’ve seen us leaving after capturing no ghostly activity - my friends relieved as fuck, and me pissed as fuck.

But today, I’m not expecting nor will I be accepting any disappointment. Especially not with Jess swearing on her Chanel purse that she wasn’t making things up when she said she had a haunted house she wanted us to visit. I must say, I appreciate this group’s enthusiasm when it comes to the paranormal. Never have I had someone who catches my vibe on the subject so well, let alone an entire gang all sharing the same opinion as me - that ghosts, demons and poltergeists are so fucking cool. Sure, Emily took a bit of convincing and Jess is not one to give a shit about the other world creatures invisible to the human eye, but something allegedly happened that changed her mind.

Her a-hundred-and-something-year-old great-grandmother passed away recently and though the death itself didn’t shake Jess up as much as it probably should’ve, the events that followed led to this moment right now - the eleven of us pooling out of two minivans that have pulled up to a terrifying looking house in a wooded are of the suburbs. Jess literally gathered us all on an ‘emergency meeting’ in the courtyard of our college just so she could explain the situation in detail - she doesn’t do well with explaining things in general, let alone when she’s hysterical - so we only understood what she was trying to say when she mentioned the word ‘ghost’. That’s when we all started listening more closely, with the exception of Emily, Beth and Sam but the latter two were intrigued despite trying yo hide it. You can only imagine how excited Josh, Chris and I were, Mike and Matt following a close second behind. Ash was a tiny bit more hesitant but Chris convinced her to give in. And just like that, a week later, here we are.

“I gotta ask, did your great-gran own a VHS player? Or a chest in the attic? Bonus points if there’s a creepy, child-sized doll in there.“ Josh asks as he yanks all the equipment he insisted we bring out of the trunk of the minivan.

“Quit fucking around, Josh! This is serious!“ Jess complains from the spot she’s standing in, shivering in the cold autumn breeze.

“Yeah, Josh! VHS players, creepy dolls, that’s all child’s play.“ I scold him as I pull on my jacket, wrapping it around me more tightly, “Shit gets serious when there’s a secret basement.“

“Y/N!“ Jess shrieks in exasperation. Honesty, how am I supposed to NOT bother her when doing the opposite is so much easier and brings more amusement? “You’re not helping!“

“Wasn’t trying to.“ I wink at her, driving her into a new level of fury that almost leads her to chuck her phone at me. If it weren’t such a prized possession of hers, I’m pretty sure she would’ve chucked it with the intention of knocking me dead. I’m lucky she has the aim of a drunk toddler that spun around fifteen times.

“Hey, quit pissing my girlfriend off, will ya?!“ Mike, who is basically halfway inside the trunk of the other van calls out to us.

I roll my eyes but choose to let it slide. However, someone else doesn’t. Emily does a dramatic turn on her heel, turning to face Mike, or at least the only part of him which is visible. You can imagine how hard it is arguing with an ass like THAT. I don’t know how Emily does it but oh well, I guess I do it too, in a way.

“So it’s girlfriend now, huh? No space between the words?“ Oh that smile she’s flashing him, it could make the Devil himself shiver. I find it kinda hot though - it means shit’s about to go down or hit the fan, either way, the rest of us will be entertained.

Mikey boy straightens up, gracing the rest of us by-standers with his dazzling features. Nah, I’m capping. I honestly think Mike is as attractive as I am patient - very little, almost not at all. It’s surprising how him and Jess are now apparently together since I always pegged her to be the superficial type.

“Got a problem with that, Em?“ He asks, eyebrow raising, head tilting to the side. Oh yeah, it’s on now. But, as someone who’s been quite excited to do some ghost hunting, and also as a representative of the peanut gallery formed of the rest of us who find it amusing and annoying, I feel the need to cut it short before it goes where it shouldn’t. I came to see some exorcist shit, not Keeping Up With The Bitter Exs.

“Jess, I sure hope your grandma is a blood-thirsty ghost cause I can think of at least two people I’d serve to her on a silver platter.“ I snatch the keys the blond has been jingling nervously between her fingers and jog up the stairs to the front door.

Ok I maybe overexaggerated the eeriness of the house. It sure wouldn’t sit right with you if you saw it around sunset or at night, especially not if it’s foggy, but a horror movie house it is most certainly isn’t. It’s pristine and well kept, not a single crack in the walls, the only reason it’s unsettling is because: 1) We’ve all seen a few too many horror movies; 2) There’s been reports of ‘ghostly activity’ - as far as Jess is to be trusted.

While I’m surfing through all the keys, checking each and every single one of them on the door because the real key is unmarked, I can’t help but overhear the conversation going on behind me on the porch.

“Can you believe we got all this in a single day and for a discount on top of all?! Whoever says Craigslist sucks isn’t doing it right.“ Chris’ enthusiasm over the deal him and Josh got on the ghost hunting equipment has been what’s keeping a wide grin on his face this whole time. Though I’m proud of my boys for not getting murdered by the Craigslist seller, I must say I hate that I lost the bet we had - I had to pay them each ten bucks if they didn’t get scammed/kidnapped/murdered and I’m now twenty bucks poorer. I’m not saying I value those twenty bucks more than my friends, though my broke ass needs all the bucks it has and all the dollar bills it could get, but Lord knows I hate losing.

“Yeah, and the guy was only mildly sketchy.“ Josh adds just as excitedly and proudly, “To be honest, Cochise and I were probably the scary looking ones in that parking lot.“

A look over my shoulder shows the twins, Sam, Matt and Ash giving the duo skeptical and somewhat disappointing looks and shakes of their heads. I’ll admit, the equipment is in very good condition and it’s the complete set for ghost-hunting, according to BuzzFeed at least. I’m impressed with the purchase - probably had something to do with how scary Chris and Josh actually look. The all-nighters we’ve all been pulling lately have taken a toll on them worst with the dark circles and bags under their hollow eyes, pale faces and brains turned to mush. I know I’d give them a discount to avoid them pulling out meat cleavers on me.

“That’s all fine and dandy guys, but do you know how to work any of this?“ Sam asks, hesitantly lifting the EMF reader and turning it in her hand, analyzing it with a curious gaze. 

Josh and Chris exchange a look before the former replies, “Just the cameras and voice recorder, the rest falls on them.” He points a finger at me and laughs, “Though they aren’t able to work something as simple as keys, they are more than qualified to be a ghostbuster.”

“You know, Josh, jokes on you, I can work keys! Jess, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be able to work well with organizing things, hence my problem with these keys.“ I hurl the bunch of keys connected my a scarlet keychain at Josh, “Lemme demonstrate my true skills.“ I hop down the flight of stone stairs and approach the pile of equipment the guys have created smack-dab in the middle of the house’s driveway. 

“Oh, I gotta see this!” Mr. Ex-Class-President all but runs over, frowning when we all turn to look at him just as I pick up the spirit box to show off how it works, “Oh that’s what you meant. So you aren’t taking your clothes off?“

Jess and I are alike in one thing - the need we feel to chuck objects at people who piss us off. “You’re girlfriend is, like, right behind you, Munroe. Have some decency!”

“I was gonna enjoy a show as well, but I’m guessing we won’t be getting one.“ The girlfriend in question replies, looking at me quizzically as though that’s gonna convince me into discarding my outfit.

“No, unless you’re a ghost.“ I point the device I’m holding at Mike, “But if your boyfriend here keeps acting up I might turn him into one.“

“That sounds kinda kinky.“ Beth’s comment surprises me. The wink she sends me even more so. “And I kinda like it.“

Ok, ok, ok, hold on. 

Flirting with Munroe is one thing, but Beth is a completely different story. I can be threatening Mike with a knife one moment and cracking sex jokes with him over cold beer the next. While Beth actually has the ability to get me flustered and blushing, and my close relationship with her brother doesn’t help. Mother fucker can just whack me upside the head every time he catches me fussing over my silly crush on his sister.

“Ew, you too! Keep it in your pants or at least get a room.“ Emily doesn’t miss a beat when it comes to being herself. She’s truly a garbage bin full of treasure.

“We’d do the latter if SOMEONE could get the door open.” I glare daggers at Josh who is making hopeless attempts at what I was doing earlier - unlocking that damn door.

“I’d be more than happy to come through for you ladies.“ Mike says, getting in a stance of a runner before a race, his body directly opposite the door.

Oh I can’t wait to see where this is going. I SHOULD RECORD IT.

“Mike, it’s still breaking and entering and it’s still against the law even if the person’s dead.“ Sam points out, entering her mother-like mode, ruining the fun and causing me to pout at her. She gives me a look of disappointment - one worse than I’ve ever seen on my parents - so I just shut my trap before she can also express said disappointment through words and have me feeling guilty for the rest of the day.

A loud crash suddenly echoes causing us to turn our heads to look for the source of the terrifyingly startling sound. One glance is all it takes to put our minds at ease and a second one is enough to provoke different reactions in all of us - the broken window telling the story of where Josh has disappeared.

“What did I just say about breaking and entering?!“ Sam shouts after him while the vast majority of us are cracking up like hyaenas. Jess is just gaping at the broken window next to the front door in disbelief. She obviously can’t decide whether to join in on the fun or serve as back-up to Sam. Josh did technically damage private property that’s partially hers, but if you ask me it serves her right for not marking her keys.

“Sorry, I was too busy breaking the window to hear that part of the conversation!“ Josh’s apologetic smile appears on the other side of glassless frame. I can’t tell if he’s genuinely sorry or holding back laughter but either way, he looks innocent enough for Sam to let him off the hook as long as he doesn’t cause any more trouble - in which case: tough luck. Chris, Josh and I are nothing if not troublemakers, especially when we’re together. Chris tones it down when Ash’s around, and the same goes for Josh with Sam while I’m simply problematic regardless of who’s watching. My chaos is untamable, it’s a blessing and a curse and I love it, even though it’s landed me in hot water more than once. It’s nice to be around people on the same wavelength - chaos resides within this group and not a single one of us can hide it.

“At least we have a way in now.“ Ash offers Josh a helping hand in this argument after she recovers from the overwhelming fit of laughter. “I hope the broken window doesn’t anger your gran, Jess.“

The blond snaps out of her trance briefly, “No, she was a very sweet lady, but damn is Josh creative!” She hurries to correct herself, “Destructively creative.”

I hurry to correct her once again, “Chaotically creative.”

“Guys, do you mind coming in? It’s very creepy standing here alone!“ Josh calls out to us, looking over his shoulder at the interior of the house, “I’m expecting to be snatched and dragged to that secret basement we mentioned.“

“Mention it one more time and I swear to God-!“ Jess screams, fists tightened.

Before her angry wrath could crash atop us, we all make our way into the house through the broken window, carefully avoiding the shards of glass strewn about. One step inside and we’re met with the upmost of horror clichés - a drop in temperature. We’re all wearing thick hoodies because the weather outside is chilly in and of itself, but said hoodies aren’t as efficient at holding the house’s cold at bay and away from out skin.

Chris and Matt make their way in last, carrying the equipment consisting of three cameras, flashlights for everyone, an EMF reader, a spirit voice box, a voice recorder and a motion detector. I help them hand a light to each group member as well as a ghost-hunting device before we venture onward.

“If I were your grandma’s ghost, I’d be ten times more pissed about that window. It looks to me like that lady payed a lot of attention to keeping things in order.“ Matt comments while he examines the expensive looking painting hanging in the hallway.

I hear Emily scoff, “Unlike some.” but the remark is said so quickly and quietly I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who heard it.

Jess laughs, “She did like things in order, but she was never as strict as you might think. As I said, she was very sweet.“

“So do you just not take after her at all or were you adopted?“ Emily’s remarks are no longer a mumbled jumble of words, “No, nevermind, of course you’re not adopted. Your parents are smart people, they wouldn’t have chosen you if they had the chance.“

Jess laughs again, much more menacingly this time, causing me to exchange a look with Hannah who’s walking beside me. “Twenty bucks says one of them isn’t making it out of here.” It’s just a matter of time, to be honest. If not the lodge, or any party we’ve ever attended as a group, this haunted house is the perfect opportunity for a murder. We could even argue it was a ghost.

Luckily, the two cats clawing at each other’s throats don’t overhear, “No, my parents aren’t stupid, but your boyfriend clearly is. He chooses to date you! Or are you holding him captive or something.“

Ok that’s enough. I can tolerate a lot of things, but people calling one of my best friends stupid is not something I’m about to put up with, “How dare you call one of my hoes stupid?” I sneer at Jess, eyes narrowing.

“I thought I was your hoe too!“ She fights back, looking almost offended.

“Even more reason you shouldn’t have called him that! I don’t tolerate my hoes not respecting each other.“ 

I don’t get to see where this argument goes because Ashley’s shriek echoes throughout the hallway, stealing mine as well as the attention of everyone else. 

“There’s a ghost in here!“ Making it to the doorway of the room she’s in first, I peak my head inside and see the EMF reader she’s holding going nuts as if it’s detected something.

“Don’t worry, Ash, there’s a dead cactus here. That’s not the ghost we’re looking for, is it?“ Chris, my amazingly bright friend says, quirking an eyebrow suggesting that remark was nothing short of dead-ass serious.

“Chris, darling, that’s not how it works. Cactuses are plants.“ I point out as sweetly as I can as to mask my laughter.

“Don’t the same ghostly rules apply?“ The genuine look of confusion he gives me almost makes me lose it.

“Ok children, leave the room, we need to set up a motion detector to be sure.“ Beth says with a tone that suggests she’s more than over our insanity. Jeez, count on her and Sam to start parenting us through our chaos. They are of high authority, must admit - one genuinely feels bad if they don’t comply to whatever these two girls demand.

We all pile out in the hallway while the twins set up this interesting motion detector with green dots. I don’t know what Jess’ granny looked like, but I bet that even the most unattractive of people would look hella good with this lighting. Thankfully the room is dark enough with the shutters closed and the curtains drawn, allowing the dots to be perfectly visible.

We stare at the minimalistic room littered with fluorescent green dots on every surface for maybe a minute or two but not much happens to the disappointment to some and relief to others. However, as if not wanting to let us down, the ghost makes a shy appearance if the shift of the green dots is anything to go by.

“Oh shit, is that a ghost?“ Chris whispers, sounding as amazed as I feel in this moment.

“It better be.“ I mutter in response, refusing to blink and risk missing anything important.

The sudden presence of the obnoxious noise of the spirit voice box makes us all jump. As I turn my head to glare at whoever’s using it, Josh speaks up. “Are you an attractive ghost?”

“Josh, that’s my great-grandmother, you ass!“ Jess barks with disgust in her voice.

In the meantime, I catch glimpse of Mike rolling up his sleeves. Oh shit, this ain’t good.

“I’ve been waiting for this!“ He shouts victoriously, cracking his knuckles.

Knowing this won’t end well, the first thing I do is snatch the camera from Chris’ hands and turn it on.

“Um, Mike, what do you mean?“ Sam’s back to being concerned, turning to the rest of us when Mike doesn’t give her a response, “What’s he gonna do?“

“Fight it.“ I answer as though it’s the most normal thing to ever have been done, “Or, ash he calls it - kick some ghost ass.“

“A freaking ghost?! He’s gonna try to tussle with something he can’t see?“ I can’t tell if Matt’s tone is disbelief, amusement or disappointment, but I believe he isn’t about to try and stop or dear ex-president in his pursuit and that’s all that matters. I ain’t about to let someone stop whatever’s about to go down from going down.

“That’s still my great-grandmother, you dumbass!“ Jess shrieks with something alike terror.

“Don’t worry Jess, I’m sure she’ll go easy on him.“ I say in an attempt to reassure her but I can’t even be bothered really, I’m too laser-focused on the circus that’s about to take place in front of me.

Mike, as if encouraged by my words, charges into the room. Much to his dismay, before he could even reach the ghost, he’s met with a much more vigorous enemy - the carpet. The rascal trips him up and Mr. Munroe falls flat on his face.

The group stays silent, looking at the glorious aftermath of the glorious fall. Told ya these lights could make everything fabulous. Must say, it’s truly an honor for me to have been able to catch all that on tape.

“10/10, would ghost-hunt with Mikey Munroe again.“

[glassartpeasants]

Crying In The Club .7

Yandere!Overhaul x F!Reader

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5* *Part 6* *Part 7*

Warnings: Death, gore, yandere overhaul, kidnapping

A/N: Ah skeet skeet motherfuckers were back again. Here’s some more food for ya’ll. Enjoy. Sorry that its short again. I PROMISE PROMISE THAT TOMORROWS WILL BE LONGER

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~~~

“Is the room ready Chrono?” Kai asked as he walked down the corridor. The sound of his shoes hitting the tile floor, making his footsteps wing through the entire compound.

“Yes Overhaul, the room’s all ready.” Chrono answered as he walked behind Kai. He was a little skeptical about the whole ordeal but would much rather have you then the one that Kai has now.

“Good.” Kai smiled under his mask. Your room was ready for you to come back and stay there. You were coming back to him and away from that scum. You would be much safer here where your pure body would not be tainted by the outside world anymore.

Kai had stopped right in front of the door of your soon to be new room. It had everything except things to contact anyone of course. You had the most expensive clothes and jewelry. Your bed was highly recommended, a desk and everything you could ever ask for. You would never need to leave your room.

“Kai my boy whats this?” Kai jumped at the sound of Pops coming near him. He quickly tired to figure out a lie that pops would believe. He didn’t want to seem suspicious and accidentally spill his plan.

“Him and (Y/N) are getting back together.” Chrono said quickly, covering for Kai.

‘Thank you Chrono.’ Kai sighed internally. 

“Thats great news! To be honest I liked her more then (R/N).” Pops laughed as he patted Kai on the shoulder. 

‘Good to know he likes her, since she’ll be staying with us for quite some time.’

“Well come get me when you bring her here again!”

“Will do.’

~~~

‘Okay so It’s his birthday today, what should I get him?’ You look through out the entire mall. Going in and out of stores. Nothing looking up to your standards. You want to get him something that he’ll cherish forever. Not something he’ll have for a few months then throw away like a video game.

Looking around trying to pinpoint the right store for your ever so loving boyfriend you get this sick feeling as if someones watching you. Goosebumps litter you skin as the feeling got stronger the longer you looked in front of you. You move your feet faster as you drag yourself to the food court.

As you take a seat on the cold leather booth near the back exit, you get the feeling again, just stronger. Sitting by the back exit will do you some good since you can run if you need to. Before you thought of what could give you this uneasy feeling a cold hand placed itself on your shoulder. You slowly snake your eyes towards the hand that adorned your shoulder before you felt your whole world shatter around you.

“K-Kai? What are you doing here” You say as you feel his gloved hand caress your skin gently. The feeling was anything less then welcoming.

“I’ve decided to take back whats rightfully mine. I can’t believe you would find some rat so soon.” If it weren’t for his mask you would have definitely felt his breath on your neck. Even if you couldn’t feel his breath, the warmth of his body surrounded around you. But instead of comforting you, it made your boy fill ice cold.

“I’m not yours...you let me go remember?” Your whole body shook as he motioned for you to stand up.. You obliged in fear of what he would do to you. No matter what kind of voice he talked to you in, you always got a horrific memory of what event happened when he used said voice.

“See still a good girl as always. Now come on, we’ve got to go back to the base. Everyone is waiting for your return.”

“But...what about-”

“Dead. I never want to hear you talk about him ever again understand? Don’t even mutter his name.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze. Making you let out a yelp of pain. Considering that it was the shoulder where he carved his initials into you, the pain was more severe that it would have been originally if it weren’t there at all. But since it was, it made a pain shoot up all the way into your shoulder and down your arm.

“Yes Kai, I understand.” Your voice more of a whisper as he lead you out of the mall and into the familiar black car. The car that once excited you now gave you a feeling of dread and fear.

You sit on the leather seats as you look away from the monster besides you. You curled your toes in your shoes as your fingernails dug into the leather seats. Your body shaking in fear. The warm air brushing against your the skin of your cheeks.

“Don’t look so scared my angel. Your going to be more safe with me then you ever where with that rat. I don’t need your replacement anymore now. THank god, she was annoying anyway.” You were going to scoot away from hiim only to have his arm wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. He lifted you up and sat you on his lap. His strong arms showing no signs of releasing you.

“Your gonna love your new room angel.”

~~~

You step out of the car and your shoes hitting the ground. You felt yous legs turn into jelly. Fear making you so weak. YOu tried showing that you weren’t afraid that you were here on your own choice. But you were utterly terrified. Everything you’ve been through flashed before your eyes.

Your hands felt like they were holding satans. The latex of his gloves in between your fingers gave you a sickening feeling. The latex of his gloves made your skin prickle.

“Look happy angel. Pops will be home soon. Can’t have him seeing you scared face. Plus being scared isn’t a good look on you. I love your smile so much more.” You nodded as you try to put on a more convincing happy face as you walked towards the door.

It opens with a soft squeak and everyone looks at you, causing you to squirm and tense up. Kai growled as he gave everyone a glare that could kill and everyone immediately went back to work. 

You felt his strong hand pull you down the corridor. His thumb rubbing your knuckles. You wanted to vomit. Why did he think that you would so willing come back to him? You were just terrified of what he could do to you if you didn’t. You didn’t know what kind of drug he was on. Before you got even more lost in your thoughts a familiar voice rang through your ears and it hits you all at once.

“Kai lets go to the mall! I want new diamond earrings-why the hell is that wench doing here?” It was her. There was no fucking way. Out of everyone in Japan it had to be that bitch. That same bitch who posted pictures of your crying face all throughout the bar you use to work at. He really got her as your replacement. It kinda pissed you off in an unexplained way.

“Be careful of what you say (ex co-workers name), this is my angel and I will no longer be needing your services. Get out.” The last bit of Kai’s words sent a shiver down your spine. You hated when he used that threatening voice. You felt extremely uncomfortable when the girl looked your way. Her piercing eyes staring right through your soul. Making you feel so small.

“No longer be needing my services?! Well it would be a shame if someone were to tell Pops all about your little secret-” Her voice forever was silenced as her body turned into only a blood splat on the wall.

Her once alive body was now covering the walls, nothing but a big splatter of blood as it dripped down the walls. Her blood covered your face and some of your clothes. You felt her blood seep through your clothes and cover your face. You were speechless. You just witnessed Kai kill her. It’s not like you didn’t knwo he was a dangerous man but that didn’t mean him killing her in front of you wasn’t traumatizing. You would never get the image of her body turning into a puddle of blood.

“Disgusting. Finally she’s gone.” Kai grunted as he let go of your hand as he violently scratched at his skin. Trying to get her blood off his skin and clothes. Hives decorating his skin. He groaned before looking at you seeing you shake as you looked at your hands. Which were covered in her blood. Her blood covering a majority of your body.

“Don’t be scared my precious angel. I promise I will never do it to you again. I can’t even imagine seeing you in such a state in my own eyes again.” He grabbed your shoulder and brought you to his chest which was also covered in her blood. Smearing all over your face.

‘Please just let me go damnit. I was so close.’ Tears pour out of your eyes as they stream down your face when you felt his gloved hand pet his hair.

[riseofnightwing]

I’m with you on this - Dick Grayson Imagine

Summary/Request: MarvelxDC crossover where Yn Stark finds out she’s pregnant with Dick’s baby and they need to give the news to her father, Tony and the avengers.

pairing: Dick Grayson x Titan!Stark!Reader

notes: Anony, thank you for requesting, hope you like it xxxx

You woke up groaning at the weird feeling in your stomach; it didn't even give you time to think when you found yourself running to the bathroom where you ended up throwing up.  You looked at the mirror and saw a pale version of yourself and you got scared. You returned to your room and noticed that your boyfriend wasn't there.

You took a look at the clock to see that  it was later than you used to wake up, that’s why Dick wasn’t in bed with you. All those years and you still couldn't understand how Dick managed to wake up so early.

You checked your messages to see that he left you one saying he left with Hank and should be back soon. So you went to take a shower trying to remember if you ate something that could be the cause of your sickness, and then it hit you.

You were 4 weeks late. You should be on your period by now but you never really paid attention to it, blaming it to you being so busy. You showered quickly and went to the nearest pharmacy.

You thanked god for not bumping into someone on your way out of the tower.

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You entered the store already sweating because you almost run your way there. You stood in front of the pregnancy test and there were so many options. You were getting nauseous all over again.

You took 5 tests.

You paid  quickly and made your way back to the Tower.

--

You locked yourself  into your room trying not to think too much until you saw the results, but it was impossible. You were terrified.

What if you ruined Dick’s life? What if he didn’t want this now? What would you do? And your father, Christ, your father. The fact that you were Y/n Stark made things more complicated that you’d like to admit. 

You were his only child and he was completely attached to you. You’d always be “his little girl.”

You followed your father’s steps when you became a hero, but you decided to do it far from him so you would have your own life and take your own decisions, so you moved to San Francisco, where you met Dick and eventually, the Titans. 

It was love at first sight.Really. You met one of the most selfless and incredible man you’ve ever met and to top that his team was incredible too.

It wasn’t hard for you, but completely difficult to your Father to accept that his daughter was now living with a man that was not him.  it didn’t matter how many times Steve or Pepper tried to convince him that he was Batman’s son and a good guy, he was still a worried about your wellbeing.  

So he let you move in with Dick, but always kept an eye on you both. Dick feared your father to death, even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

You couldn’t blame him, after all,  you remembered very well when 3 years ago, Tony threatened to kill him if something ever happen to you, and Dick took it very serious remaining scared of him until these days.

You stopped thinking and went to the bathroom, you wanted to believe that it was just your mind and body playing tricks on you, but with everything that’s been going on protection was the last thing on yours and Dick’s mind.

You tried the first one. Positive. 

You tried the second one. Positive; your hands were trembling and your lip quivered trying to contain a sob.

When the fifth one also tested positive you were already in tears with your phone in your hands texting Dick.

“Babe, where are you? Please, come back home” you tried to write him while the tears blurred your vision.

He didn’t answer for 5 minutes and your heart was racing

“Hey, love.What’s going on? Are you okay?” he texted you back 

“Dick, i don’t know please come back home i need to talk to you.” 

He saw the message and understood that something was really wrong, you weren’t the beggin type, so he got in the car along with Hank and called you. You were too nervous and crying so much to notice your phone buzzing.

“Calm down. Whatever it is, it’s going to be fine. I’m on my way.”

“Answer the phone” he sent you after you didn’t answer the calls. He started to get worried.

You realized your phone was buzzing after a few minutes. He never drove so fast in his life.

“D, i’m sorry to bother you but it's important” you said still crying.

“Hold on, i’m almost home” he said and hung up the call.

--

“Where’s Y/n?” Dick stormed into the living room, startling Jason.

“I think she’s in her room” Jason answered with his mouth full of cereal.

Dick barely entered the room when he immediately felt a body against his, holding him strongly and he held you back.

You got his shirt all wet with your tears and he waited until you were ready to talk, he caressed your hair and kissed the top of your head.

“Babe? I’m starting to get worried, do you wanna talk about it?” he tried to lift your face to look at you and he saw your puffed and red eyes. He hated to see you like this.

He cleaned your tears and you both sat on the bed.

“I don’t know where to start”

“Take your time.” he squeezed your hands, trying to show some support.

“Dick, I woke up and i felt so sick, i throw up and i realized that I’m late and...” You couldn’t continue because you felt a lump in a throat and tears began to fall one more time. He listened to you carefully 

“And?” he encouraged you to keep talking.

“And i bought 5 tests and the five tested positive, Dick. I think I’m pregnant.” you said.

He got up and kneeled in front of you.

“Hey, look at me.” he said “It’s fine, okay? We’ll figure it out. Relax, it’s okay”

“What?” you looked up to see him doing his best to calm you down “Dick aren’t you mad or anything?”

“I’m nervous, I won’t lie but i’m with you on this. if you really are pregnant, we’re going to do this together and you don’t need to be scared or worry about anything.” he told you trying to find out the best way to say it, Dick wasn’t that good with words but he was doing his best. 

“i love you” you said hugging him.

“Your father is going to kill me.” 

“Shit, we need to talk to him” you said and Dick freezed already imagining what Tony Stark would do to him when he knew that his little girl was pregnant.

---

You and Dick headed to Avenger’s compound feeling more and more nervous the closer you were. When you let your father know that you would be visiting he immediately sent a car to pick you up. You couldn't expect less from the guy.

Dick drove the car that Tony sent. During the trip he kept his free hand in your thigh. He didn’t want you to get nervous, although he was most definitely scared shitless.. He looked at you and smiled softly.

You couldn’t ask for a better man when you had Dick Grayson by your side.

You got into the tower and your hands were sweating. You didn’t know what would your father’s reaction would be and to be honest you were not expecting anything good.

When you and Dick passed through the elevator’s door, you were immediately welcomed by Pepper.

“Yn, you look so beautiful. We missed you so much.” she said hugging you tightly.

“Hey pepper, we missed you too” you smiled sweetly at her.

“Grayson.” You saw your father greet your boyfriend. 

“Hello, Tony” Dick smiled at him, he was always so polite.

“My princess” he hugged you. You missed him

“Hey, dad.”

“So the couple came to visit us.” You saw Steve, Natasha and Bruce coming into the room. You two smiled at them and gave each one a hug.

“So, what brought you here kiddo?” Tony asked, holding both of your hands.

You prayed that he kept this smile when you told him what you came to say.

“Dad, why don’t we sit?” you smiled softly at him as you sat into the large sofa.

“Dad, Dick and I came here to talk with you because” you cleaned your throat obviously nervous. “because we found out that I’m pregnant.”

You saw your father’s smile disappear as he listened you.

“You’re what?” he got up. Pepper, you and Dick got up at the same time and the rest of the avengers too, expecting any kind of reaction of Tony.

“She’s pregnant, Tony. Four weeks.” Dick said stepping into the conversation.

“Okay. Now can someone explain to me how the fuck did it happen?” he said and his tone of voice increased as he walked aggressively towards your boyfriend. Dick didn’t move and you stood between them.

“Go easy on the boy, Stark. I don’t think you want to know how it happen” Steve pushed Tony by his chest, gently trying to avoid any confrontation.

“How could you both let it happen? You are young and look at your-”

“Dad. Stop it. Please, Dick and I are both adults. We know what we’re doing.“ 

“Tony, I’ll take care of her and the baby” Dick said trying to calm him down

“You better do that, Grayson, or-” he said glaring at Dick. 

“I know, I know. Otherwise you’re going to find and kill him. Now let them be. Grayson is a good guy, and he already proved this to you by taking care of y/n through all this years. Didn't you, Dick?” Natasha said

“I do my best.” Dick said and  smiled to the red haired woman. Tony was mad but deep inside he was happy. He liked to mess with Dick, but he knew he was a good guy and that you loved each other. 

He hugged you and when the conversation was over, you and Dick headed to the elevator door, ready to leave. Pepper congratulate you both and hugged you one more time before you left.

Dick took this moment to talk to Tony alone.

“Tony, I’d like to ask her hand in marriage. I promise you I won’t fail her” 

“I give you my honor, Grayson. But you better be worth it.” Tony  smiled to the boy and Dick thanked him, saying goodbye to everyone and catching your hand, ready to live the future by your side. No matter what happen.

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale S5 Ep11 Thoughts *Spoilers*

thoughts under cut to keep tag from being cluttered :)

- Oh yeah I forgot that Chad was blackmailing Veronica about the dirty dealings in her company even though it’s not her at all (unless it’s just been so long and I’ve forgotten but she’s my baby and I feel like I would’ve remembered but-

- Hiram and this dumb prison is one of the worst things for this show it’s a constant plot of people escaping and it’s so annoying like sure Hiram owns it and he was in the jail but no one has, like, taken him back to jail…??? Hiram is a fucking disease smh

- “back to remote learning” why didn’t you just stay that way though… like even right now in covid schools are opening back up and kids are complaining because it’s still not safe so like… just… go back to it??? I’m so not built for this world fasdhfkahf

- Veronica and Smithers 🥺🥺💞💞

- the way Veronica hugs Archie is so cute bc she’s so tiny but like she always gives her all and Archie is just 😐 never giving anything ahjfsdfsh it’s quite sad you can tell how done KJ is with Varchie lol

- “I really hate that I’m dragging you through this.” … what about constantly pulling him into your mob boss father mess that the writers refuse to allow you to escape from?

- “until you and Chad are officially done, I think we should keep our distance.” Varchie bones!!! you just KNOW that Archie has been looking forward to this because that man is whole heartedly in love with Betty and has been since forever and that while Chad prolongs the divorce papers, Archie will not be waiting for Veronica considering he doesn’t want her. Varchie = bones we love to see it!

- now who tf would join Penelope Blossom’s ministry… no one, realistically.

- can Cheryl stop being given the craziest and usually most boring plots ever please...

- Not someone holding a gun to Tabitha literally don’t hurt Riverdale’s best girl weirdo

- these bitches really haven’t aged huh…. poor Veronica though being robbed but like they stole some watches or something and the opal like that’s all you take..?? okay-

- Fangs 💞💞💞💞💞 also rip to him having to work with his ex tho

- STOP HAVING ARCHIE GO TO HIRAM WE’RE TIRED

- You know considering the whole reason why Hiram is still here as the villain and ruining Veronica’s life/growth to keep her in his plots al because Mark is a big soap opera celeb and apparently brings in money, you’d assume they would give him GOOD shit instead of everything he’s gotten. If they hadn’t of hired Mark can you imagine how much better off the show would be if they didn’t have to keep him around bc of his status????? God why-

- Reggie’s always there for Veronica muah…. oh fuck me I guess fjasjkdf

- “I work for one Lodge and it’s not you.” lmao okay??? you acting like that’s a flex, and that you’re working for the better Lodge who literally left you to die after the Serpents thought you shot Fangs so-

- MARTY BEING WHY REGGIE IS WORKING FOR HIRAM…….. YOUR DAD IS ABUSIVE LET HIM HANDLE HIS OWN DEBT??? God both Veronica and Reggie are always fucked over when it comes to their parents huh

- don’t you just love when they make characters act ooc for a plot ahhhhhh it’s totally fun to watch and totally not frustratingly annoying

- “FOR OLD TIMES SAKE.” 💞💞💞 we love Veggie even though they made Veronica act ooc and hurt him back then and they weren’t given an actual chance.

- “don’t be such a Betty” now why is Betty so surprised she only ever had fun when she was with Archie, when she’s with Jughead all she did was do what she wanted and order him around so likeefjhakdfh

- “he shouldn’t really be my problem anymore.” BUGHEAD BONES YASSSSS

- I know it was just a sound they used but like that squish sound when Darla kicked Tom’s face… did she like smash his face in damn what is this The Walking Dead?

- see the problem with them randomly bringing characters/parents in when they need them is that they’re never around so like no one really cares… like they could have utilized the parents so much (and Skeet and Marisol never would have left) and it would have been so much better than random appearances that make them look incompetent and awful parents because they’re never there during all the other times their kids need them. but we have to see the two toxic parents that won’t go away constantly??? literally what the fuck

- Betty calling Jughead’s writing cringey wbk she’s never liked his writing she was just stroking his ego bc she was his gf and had to be supportive lmaoo

- why are these 60+ year old men beating up Jughead like for why???

- so they just forgot that Tom was checking in on the convict huh gotta love dumbing down characters for plot!

- Fangs with his switchblade muah

- jealous Tabitha muahhh over a password

- “wait THE BETTY?"

- Cheryl looks so good

- Find meaning in his death… girl didn’t you not care that your husband killed your son over the illegal maple stuff I forgot the plot but it was something illegal and dumb

- “drain the vein” …...

- Reggie helping muah

- Why is Archie acting like an ass? like sure he doesn’t know that Chad is abusive and toxic but c’mon fucker you cheated on her and never apologized and you don’t even wanna be with her in the first place so why are you acting like you’re personally hurt sit down

- God Archie really hates Veronica huh… I don’t even blame him considering the shit she’s brought him into time and time again.

- Jughead was kicked like maybe five times yet he was fine falling out of a two story window and the serpent imitation but now he needs antibiotics..? plot convenience!

- literally don’t remember anything about Doc tbh or him talking to Donna and Bret like—

- ever since Negan people are obsessed with bats with barbed wire.

- also! yes please kill Hiram <3 I know they end up saving him bc of the opal but c'mon

- they searched basically nothing for five seconds wow such great detective work you guys!

- we know you just want his manuscript Jessica

- Cheryl with her rainbow skirt how cute!

- “daddykins” girl you’re like 25

- Veronica acting like she cares about Hiram fjsadhkfhas these guys thinking that they’d kill Hiram even though they need him lol

- bad bitch Ronnie we love her even though she’s gonna have to save her father to save others and get her opal </3

- not Veronica calling Archie first and not Kevin considering Kevin’s dad is there…. this is the pandering va fan service bs we have bc it makes no sense and it’s so forced

- Fangs knowing Archie rides with tools in his truck mmhm that’s a little sus idk how but archiefangs agenda coming through!

- no one would actually believe that Jessica ashkjdfsj and they take this bait…??? you gotta be joking lmao

- Jug got to help doc this time 🥺😭

- …. tell me why when he said boyfriend I immediately thought of Reggie I hate myself for wishing fahsdjkfsafj

- okay as cheesy and corny and awful the fight scene is since they posted a clip of it, them working together is so refreshing and nice we love leader!Veronica bc she’s so good at it. but the show only cares for Betty which is funny since she’s an awful detective fbahsdjfj

- my god enough with Jason’s body!!!!!!!!! you burned his body please let him stay dead let his body rest

- okay but the back and forth from Betty and Jessica is so good like I wish we could get that kind of rivalry drama type stuff all the time. too bad they refuse to let Veronica act like a normal person and get angry at being cheated on and such :/ when will Veronica slap the fuck out of Betty

- he’s not a blameless victim but Betty take responsibility for how awful a person you are PLEASE

- THE VOICEMAILLLLLLL Jughead only speaks the truth! it’s weird that he only realized what we all knew about Betty after but whatever, finally he gets upset like damn. also jeronica crumb he’s the only one to ever include Veronica smh ALSO Cole acted the fuck outta this voice mail muah

- the way Betty just sits there uncaring… she really is a freak huh god when will someone punch her in the face and take her ego down a million notches she’s so annoying

- “that’s darkness.” …?? what?

- the way bh’s relationship parallels jughead’s with Jessica though. the unhealthy habits, the bad energy, etc. except Jessica left it and Betty didn’t and it turned Betty into whatever the fuck this is. I miss s1 Betty :/

- so when will they sue Jessica for drugging them? mmhm probably never

- poor Tabitha being the only one who cares about jughead tho

- oh no I forgot there was a random musical number…

- you’re gonna have Betty and Tabitha act like THAT and not put them together so rude

- when will Cheryl be free from her mom. is was like turned on by abuse or something sigh why do the toxic (and most boring!) parents get plots and screen time and everyone else doesn’t...

- Veronica would be able to do Moree than pepper spray but whatever only Betty is allowed be “badass"

- fangs being fangs ugh so sexy my babyyyyy

- Trevor Stines is so attractive it’s a shame they only bring him back for five seconds to traumatize Cheryl over and over again though </3

- wow varchie in a pop’s booth what season is this again??

- god it’s so upsetting how amazing varchie would have been as just friends…

- the way he smiled at Veronica was so contradicting to the blank, “please don’t” expression when she was telling him she was gonna get divorced as fast as possible. why can’t he just admit he doesn’t want to be with her!!!!!! my god they’ve put off barchie long enough just let them be together so their characters can finally act in character and stop being so awful and annoying

- “this cause” what cause you fucking weirdo

- not Hiram threatening the mayor he could literally be your downfall if we had good writers fjasdkjfasf

- jughead how would you have killed him with a small wooden basket

- I like doc so much but I know we’ll never see him again until we randomly need him seasons from noow

- Betty wasn’t hit by the drugs until after the message though… how would she not remember? it didn’t seem to be doing anything to Betty until the bunker

- hopefully since they’re friends now Tabitha can make Betty act like a decent human being <3

- the way Tabitha looked at Betty please stop doing this to me...

- maybe we can finish that dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jabitha rising bughead dying we love to see it!

wow that episode felt like it was two hours long but thankfully I finally finished it… don’t have many actual thoughts but anyways hope you enjoyed my live blog of my thoughts!

[mousemadej]

The Gay Oar Fic

Chapter 1

Summary: Oarwinn kills someone he probably shouldn't have killed and Oaran pays for it.

Word count: 1439

Rating: Teen and up

A/N: Yes, the title is "The Gay Oar Fic." I figured that would make it recognizable and I'm bad at titles. For context: Oarwinn is the sword and Oaran is the oar, though you could probably guess that. I hope you enjoy this! I have no idea when chapter two will be out, but I'll probably start working on chapter three a few days before I post chapter two cuz I'm already a bit into chapter two now and I don't want there to be a huge gap between release dates. Also, all trigger warnings or content warnings are in the tags, so check those! And they’ll change with each chapter, so keep checking them.

Read it on ao3

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Oarwinn stood over the body of his latest opponent and turned to face Oaran and Musashi. Sheathing his sword, he walked over to them. "How did I do?" he asked them.

"You did wonderfully. One day you might even surpass me, though I doubt it," Musashi said with a smirk.

Oaran groaned, swiftly interlocking his fingers between Oarwinn's and leaning closer to him. "Winnie, I hate it when you kill your opponent. You're skilled enough to win without killing them, so why do you do it?"

Oarwinn winced, "Ah, sorry, hun. I promise I'll try not to kill anyone next time."

"Oarwinn," Musashi started in a stern voice. "You mustn't let your lover influence your decisions in battle."

"No offense, Master, but I appreciate Oaran's advice and frankly, I agree with him. Every battle ending in death isn't skill, it's strength. I'd rather have skill."

Musashi seemed taken aback by Oarwinn's response, but he smiled and nodded instead of reprimanding him. “I see. You’re getting more and more independent every day. It’s good to see.”

Oarwinn grinned, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by a booming voice behind him. “No!” a man yelled, running into the room. He got to his knees in front of the body of Oarwinn’s last opponent and howled, “No! How could he lose? Musashi!” The man whipped his head around to look at Oarwinn’s master. “Is this your student’s doing?”

Instead of answering, Musashi looked at Oarwinn, who was standing protectively in front of Oaran with his hand on the handle of his sheathed sword and told him, “You’d better get out of here, son. And keep your boyfriend safe.”

Oarwinn nodded and grabbed Oaran before fleeing the room. As they left, the man who had rushed in earlier screamed, “You can run now, but I will get the revenge I deserve!”

They kept walking in silence for a few minutes until Oaran finally spoke up. “This is why you shouldn’t kill,” he said.

“Cause’ we’ll get targets on our backs?”

“No. I mean, yes, but that’s not the point. It hurts people. And not just the person you killed. It hurts the people who cared for them. Just imagine if someone killed me.”

“I don’t want to imagine if someone killed you…”

“That’s exactly my point! If I died you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. It’s the same for me if you died and it’s the same for other people if the person they loved died. The man who threatened you, Kuroda Haru, was the brother of the man you just killed. Frankly, I don’t blame him for wanting revenge!”

Oarwinn opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to argue, but couldn't find anything to say. He sighed, "I hate that you're right."

Oaran smiled fondly and they walked the rest of the way home in comfortable silence.

The rest of the day went by normally. They almost forgot about the whole revenge thing until Oaran left to get something from the store. He was walking to the store closest to their apartment when he suddenly had a gun held to his head. Gasping, he immediately stopped walking and shifted his gaze to see who was holding a gun to his head. "Ah," he said. "You're Haru, correct? The one who threatened my boyfriend?”

“I am. And your boyfriend killed my brother.”

“Ah, yes. Tragic, really. I keep telling him not to kill his opponents. It’s just not necessary! And I assume you’re here to kill me? You know, an eye for an eye sort of deal. He killed your brother so you kill his boyfriend.”

“No. No, that would be too easy. I’m not going to kill you just yet. Instead, you are going to call him and tell him that you won’t be home for a few hours, just to give us more time before he comes looking for you. Then, assuming you’re as smart as you seem and don’t try anything stupid, you’ll come with me.”

“Oh. So you’re planning on kidnapping me? Winnie won’t be happy about that.”

“Winnie?”

“Yes! That’s what I call Oarwinn sometimes.”

“Gross.”

“I know, right? It’s great.”

“Shut up and call him.”

“Alright, fine.”

Oaran slowly pulled his phone out of his back pocket, figuring that the gun to his head was an indicator that he shouldn’t make any sudden movements, and called Oarwinn. He kept his eyes on Haru to check for any hints that he was doing something wrong and put the phone up to his ear.

“Oaran?” he heard Oarwinn’s voice.

“Hey Oarwinn,” he replied, his voice a bit unsteady as he realized just how bad his situation was.

“Honey? Are you ok?”

Without answering the question, he said, “I’m going to be out of the apartment for a few hours. I ran into an old friend and we’re catching up. You remember Ito, don’t you?”

“Of course I remember Ito, but we both know she’s never been a friend. You hate her guts.”

“...”

“You’re not catching up with Ito, are you? Is this about this morning?”

“... I have to go. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. More than anything. I will get you out of whatever mess you’re in I swea-”

Before Oarwinn could finish, Oaran lowered the phone and hung up. When he moved to slide it back into his pocket, it was yanked out of his hand.

“Where to, then?” Oaran asked, trying to keep his spirits up.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Haru said before hitting Oaran in the head with his gun, successfully knocking him out.

"Fuck!" Oarwinn yelled and threw his phone across the room when he heard Oaran hang up. He stood up and got ready to leave as fast as possible. He armed himself with a handgun and his sword, wanting to be prepared for whatever he walked into. He was less skilled with a gun, but you didn't need to be at all smart to know that it would be much more effective than a sword. You know what they say. Don't bring a knife to a gunfight, and I'm assuming the rule is the same with a sword.

As soon as he was ready, he hurried out the door and started walking toward the store he knew Oaran was headed to when he left. No one was ever in the area, so he knew there wouldn't have been anyone to see what happened or where they went.

He scanned the area as he walked and eventually he found a small pool of blood on the concrete ground that seemed fairly fresh. "Nonono please tell me he's ok…" Oarwinn muttered, rushing into the alleyway next to him where there was another drop of blood.

He searched the alleyway thoroughly, checking every door, most leading to the back exit of small restaurants or stores. The last door he opened, though, was different. The door opened to a staircase that led to a dark room that had several doors leading to other rooms in it. He first opened all the doors to see if anyone else was there, then went back to the main room to search for anything hidden.

It was a mostly empty room with a worn-down couch and a cabinet in it. Oarwinn searched the cabinet, then pushed it away from the wall to see if there was a hidden door. There wasn't.

He hurriedly checked the rest of the house, but it wasn't fast enough. "Fuck," he growled as he searched a bookcase. "This is taking too long! He might not even be here." There was only one room left unsearched, though, so he figured he could do it quickly.

It was ten minutes later and there was only one more place anything could be hidden; behind a large emptied bookshelf that was pushed against a wall. He slid his hand between the back of the bookshelf and the wall and pushed it to the ground, figuring that it would be faster and easier than sliding it out of the way.

The bookshelf hit the ground with a loud thud and Oarwinn immediately began searching the wall for a hidden door. He slid his hand across its surface, he knocked to see if it was hollow, he tried everything he could come up with. There was no hidden door.

The moment he knew nothing was there, he jumped to his feet and ran out of the building, muttering a string of curses as he ran. He’d already wasted enough time, he couldn’t waste any more. He had to find Oaran. Fast.

[make-it-mavis]

Homesick (Entry #11)

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12/28/87     11:30 PM

Hey.

I’ve put this off for long enough. 

I’ve been stuck over how to write this part pretty much since my first entry. Now that it’s come to it, there seems no point in tip-toeing. It already happened. Recording it on a scrap of paper isn’t going to make a difference either way. 

So I’ll skip the sugar coating and euphemisms. I’ll just tell you what happened, exactly as I remember it.

I was almost done my sweep of the arcade, and I was really freakin’ tired. In every sense of the word, really. Still couldn’t sleep, still had no appetite. Boosts still had me high-strung and aggressive, but I was on the losing end of most brawls by that point. Too unhealthy, too distracted.

We both know I’m basically unstoppable, but you still had me almost at the end of my rope. Coming up empty just became more infuriating the longer I looked. It felt insulting, at that point, like multiple slaps to the face, like big ol’ reminders that you didn’t want me to find you. And I freakin’ hated you for it. I hated the crappy vengeful sprites you’d left me with, I hated how everything sucked and nothing was fun anymore, and I hated how I’d put so much freakin’ time and effort into looking for such a jackass. But I wasn’t about to let you beat me. I was ready to turn over every pixel of this place if I had to.

All that was left was Dragon’s Lair.

Before I go on, I feel the need to say. A good portion of the arcade took what you did as a threat to their very way of life. Sprites don’t very much like feeling threatened. They’ll do any number of stupid things to stop feeling that way, up to and including tearing the threat apart bit by bit. But you were already dead. How could they neutralize a dead threat? 

The little cowards needed someone living to act as a stand-in. They needed to delude themselves into thinking they weren’t powerless, that they could effectively block an attack that had already landed.

Guess who they picked.

Before I went to Dragon’s Lair, I made sure to snag a Boost. That castle is a glitch and a half. I knew I’d have to be on my game in there or I’d get lost or possibly chopped to pieces. 

I still got lost. I swear, all the rooms look the same. 

I don’t remember most of the endeavor, other than a blur of blades and armor and a big pissy dragon shooing me from its hoard. It ended up taking almost all night -- I wanted to be thorough, because there were so many places to hide, and it was the last game, so if I didn’t find you there, well… I just couldn’t come out empty-handed.

I ended up taking too long, and my Boost wore off. Crashing in that castle could easily be a death trap, so I was relieved to make it out before the crash fully hit. But that was really the only thing worth celebrating. I still hadn’t found you, and I had nowhere left to look. I was at a loss. I was pissed. I was miserable. For once, I was in no mood for flying. So I just walked along the path through the woods. Slowly. Dull, lethargic, and off my guard. I might as well have painted a huge target on my back.

And damn if they didn’t hit bullseye. 

I was tackled face down on the ground and blindfolded. I thrashed as hard as I could, but the tackler was too big and sturdy. I think she said some crap while she twisted my arms back, but it got drowned out by screaming and shouting and growling and barking -- she brought canine friends with her. Three of them.

I managed to hear her rasp an order to take my tools away. I felt a drooly mouth hook the handle of my paint can and hold it somewhere close by. I took offense to that. I hit her with a dozen colorful threats, all of which I meant fully, but she stuffed my hat in my mouth. 

She started to drag me by my hair while the dogs followed closely with my bucket and brush in their mouths. She grumbled nonsense to herself the whole way, when she wasn’t yanking my hair and demanding I stop struggling. As if I could just go limp and let her take me. I just knew we were going away from the path, into the woods. I also knew that once we went in, I’d likely never come out. 

If the sprite pulling my hair wanted to kill me, she would get away with it in there. No one would know. No one would ask.

Hardly anyone would even care, I thought.

When she finally ended up dropping me, she began to speak clearly enough for me to hear. I’m going to be paraphrasing a bit here. Hearing her out wasn’t really my priority at the time, and her voice and words were erratic and rushed -- she was definitely hopped up on something. But I can give the gist of what I remember, which is actually a lot. Unfortunately.

The first things I remember her saying were along the lines of:

“Surge Protector should’ve just let you burn. If the SP won’t protect us, we’ll protect ourselves. Should’ve done this a long time ago. A long time ago.” Then she just kept hissing under her breath, “Should’ve let you burn.” 

I’d been writhing like my life depended on it, because it probably did. I’d been screaming against my gag as hard as I could, hoping that maybe someone in the castle would hear, or anyone at all. But my lungs still weren’t in great condition, and I went into a coughing fit, face down on the ground with my mouth blocked up. I thought I was going to suffocate until she kicked me onto my back. I could breathe just enough if I kept still and quiet.

So I tried to just listen. Take a deep breath and feel where my tools were. Try to map the scene out as best as I could. 

I felt one of the dogs carry my brush over to her. She flipped it around in her hand -- and I use the word ‘hand’ generously, because whatever it was, it was hard, clammy, and prickly -- as she obviously tried to figure out how it worked.

I wanted to puke. Having any of them touch my brush was disgusting and humiliating and violating. I couldn’t stand being so helpless to it. But I also knew that if she was stupid enough to try to use it, I might glitch out of the ropes. Then I could hand her ass to her and get the heck out of there.

She did try to use the brush, of course. No dumbass can resist. But, naturally, the one time I actually wanted that full-body glitch response, it didn’t happen. When she pulled a stroke through the air, my legs flickered free, but that was it. 

All I had time to do was kick her shin hard enough to knock her off her feet. 

In any other situation, I could have worked with that. I’d have been upright in a second, you know I would have. That could have been my ticket out of there. But those freakin’ dog things. They were on me before she even hit the ground.

This is normally my favorite part of telling a story, you know. This would be the start of that real gross, juicy scene that’s so good at hooking the audience. But there’s no audience for quietly writing in a notebook. There’s just me, and I already know how it ends. This isn’t fun.

Better just get it over with.

They tore my legs apart. All three dogs at once. 

I fought hard, I really did. Even managed to kick out a couple yelps at first. But I was completely prone. Practically laid out on a platter. They clamped down on my thighs and calves with their steel-trap teeth and just… ripped. Whipped their heads around. Twisted and pulled. Tried to strip me to the bone.

At the time, I was absolutely certain that was how I’d die. Eaten alive.

It wasn’t until I received a swift kick in the ribs that the assault on my legs ended and the dogs backed off. I could only imagine the damage that had been done. In my mind, I could see my legs strewn across the dirt in bloody ribbons, with chunks hanging off my bones like an unfinished dinner. But all I could really make out down there was a mess of feverish throbbing. They were hot, they were quivering, and they were limp. Useless. 

The ring leader just kept kicking and stomping with her freakishly pointy feet, screaming about something or other that I couldn’t pay attention to. I felt things pop and crack, and she hit me in the gut so hard that I dry-heaved a few times. But the pain just didn’t register on the level that it was probably meant to. It seemed like my legs had burned through so much pain, there wasn’t any left for the rest of my body.

And then, her disgusting, bizarre, jagged mouth closed on my brush, and those creepy, hard hands grabbed onto my ankles and yanked me forwards. I didn’t enjoy that. 

But at least there was any leg left to grab onto, right?

She was dragging me again. I don’t know why, or if there was a reason at all, beyond messing with me. I mean, it worked. I wasn’t too thrilled about it. Then, along the way, my head hit some wicked knot in the ground, and… I guess I was knocked loopy, briefly. I blacked out.

Next thing I remember was being briskly smacked on the cheek a few times. The ring leader told me not to fall asleep, that I wasn’t off the hook just yet.

I still had no idea where we were, but they had sat me up enough to tie my torso back against a tree. They left my legs untied, but why bother? They took the kick out of me already.

Just to be especially cruel, the ring leader painfully sat in my lap. My brush was in her hand again at that point, and she was gripping it hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make her arm shake. Then she started talking so close to my face that I could feel her rancid garbage breath on my cheeks.

I remember something like, “We were all there, at the memorial. We saw the fireworks. We all saw you proclaim your loyalty to that murderer. You and your little boyfriend cooked up this plan together, didn’t you? And the only reason you’re still alive,” she grabbed my nose and shook it, “is ‘cause it’s not done yet. Ain’t that right? You’re gonna take another game down if no one deals with you. So we will. We’re just here to do the arcade a favor.”

She paused for a long time. I kind of get the impression, looking back, that she finished the speech she had practiced in the mirror that morning, and had to move off-script.

Eventually, she said, “We know. We know you knew. There’s no way you didn’t know he was gonna do this.” 

And then, she cracked. Struck me hard across the face with my brush. Started screaming:

“YOU KNEW! YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN! YOU COULD’VE DONE SOMETHING! BUT YOU DIDN’T! YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!” 

She hit me again. And again, and again.

“SPRITES DIED! HE KILLED DOZENS OF SPRITES, AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE! YOU DON’T EVEN CARE! YOU WERE IN ON IT! YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED IT! BUT YOU JUST LET HIM DO IT! YOU LET THEM ALL DIE! YOU EVEN LET HIM DIE! YOU LET YOUR PRECIOUS HOMICIDAL MANIAC DIE! HE’S DEAD! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?! IT MEANS GONE FOR GOOD! FOREVER! HE’S DEAD! THEY’RE ALL DEAD! AND THAT’S ON YOU! IT’S ON YOU!!”

And she just went on like that. Screaming and hitting.

There was a nasty, sharp sting to every hit, which I recognized immediately. You might have noticed, at some point, that the metal cuff on my brush has kind of a sharp ridge at its seam. It’s enough to break the skin if you use it right, and apparently, she did. I could feel wetness on my cheeks. She grabbed my face and took a closer look, the rusty gears in her head creaking.

Then she tried to pry off the cuff. Just with her nails, or claws, or… whatever she had that was small, pointy, and painful.

I was too overwhelmed to even hear my own thoughts anymore. I was blind, tied up, probably about to die, with a crazed stranger trying to pry off what might as well have been my fingernail. I should have kept quiet, should have never let on how much it hurt, but I just… couldn’t. I screamed, I struggled. Offered up a dead giveaway. And that freakin’ low-life sadist, she figured it out. Those rusty gears clicked together. Hard.

Next thing I knew, one of the dogs had my brush. She told me that if I did what she said, she’d call off her friends, and “make this quick.” She basically wanted me to ‘confess’, I guess for her own sick satisfaction. High-as-balls dumbass forgot she gagged me. Started slamming my head back against the tree, screaming “SPEAK UP!” 

I’d never been so completely vulnerable as I was then. The majority of my code was completely at their mercy. My paint can was knocked over somewhere, with cold noses sniffing at it, and dull claws scratching at it. The mouth holding my brush just kept rocking up and down, chattering its teeth against it like it was some freakin’ chew toy. Just squeezing tighter and tighter.

I could see what was coming. I could feel it deep in my gut. But there was nothing I could do.

And, well… I was scared.

So much that something inside me broke. I didn’t cave and do what she said, no. That wouldn’t have stopped her, not when she so clearly enjoyed making me suffer. I did the unthinkable. When she finally pulled my hat from my mouth, screaming, 

“IT’S YOUR FAULT! YOU DESERVE THIS! SAY IT!” 

I just… started begging.

I apologized. Swore that I didn’t know, and apologized again. Begged them to do literally anything else, even just kill me right then and there. I pleaded like a pathetic weakling, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t the answer they were looking for.

And then... I hate this. I hate this. Why am I doing this? Why’d you leave all this behind for me to deal with? Why aren’t you here right now? Why am I pretending you can hear any of this stuff that I don’t even want to say? 

Why am I making a half-assed attempt at stalling myself? What does any of it matter anymore?

They broke my brush. 

Snapped the handle in half.

I thought having my legs torn apart was the worst pain I’d ever experienced. This? This made that seem loving. It was like a sledgehammer, like a massive impact that split a deep, spiderwebbed, searing hot fracture in my code, and I felt the very breath of my life blow out through the cracks. My eyes just gushed with water, and an iron vice around my lungs and throat nearly strangled me. But out of nowhere, it let go, and I could breathe, and I could scream. I think Litwak himself must have been able to hear my blood-curdling shriek. 

With one word from the ring leader, those flea-bitten mongrels finished the job. Tore the rest of my brush to complete shreds. And I felt every last pixel of it. They ripped out the bristles, they crunched the wood to splinters, they wrenched off the cuff and mangled it. My sprite could barely keep it together -- I felt my code bending a dozen ways it was never supposed to, and I felt my body flickering like crazy, but, still, it wasn’t enough to free me. All I could do was take it.

Once she finally called them off, I’d screamed myself into another coughing fit. I was drenched in sweat. My whole body felt broken. It felt like my code was bleeding. But, hey, wouldn’t y’know it, she wasn’t freakin’ done.

She had one of her lackeys bring her the cuff. Against the shape of her hand, I could feel just how crushed and warped it was. It was raw as an open wound. Just having her hold it was painful. But then she bent it open, which basically felt like breaking my fingers over backwards, so that was nice. She sort of straightened it into a strip and got that serrated edge that she had been after before.

At that point, she was quiet for a minute. I had no idea what she was doing, but I have to wonder if she was just sitting back and enjoying… you know, being in her position. Like it was fun to just make me wait in fear of what else might be done to me. Or listen to whatever pathetic noises I might have been making. Eventually, she tut-tutted. Then, in a sweet and crooning and disgusting voice, she said, “Aw, baby girl, what’s the matter? Did we make you sad? Well, I’m sorry. But you don’t need your little rainbow toys anymore. You showed your true colors already. Sorry -- true color. Loud n’ proud.”

Then she pushed the edge of that mangled cuff against my cheek, slashed, and smeared my blood with her creepy fingers. After doing it once more, she said, “And you know what? I’ll help you wear that color to your grave. It’s what he would’ve wanted, don’t you think?” 

Then she just… you know, sliced up my face. Smeared my blood around like she was finger painting. It didn’t hurt that much, not relatively, but that was kind of the worst part. It was too gentle. All it said to me was that something worse was coming. The anticipation was torture, and she knew it -- she took her sweet-ass time, like she was carving a sculpture. There came a point that she cut so low, I was sure she was on her way to slitting my throat. Honestly? Part of me hoped she would. Everything would be over.

What actually happened was far less kind.

She instructed her friends to tend to my paint bucket. The feeling of their feet shuffling around it made my blood run cold. But once again, what could I have done to stop them? The ring leader wasn’t even trying to tease me with mercy anymore. She just told me I had one last chance to die an honest sprite.

Even if I wanted to tell the lie that she called the truth, I couldn’t have. I couldn’t muster any words that weren’t pleas for her to stop. The creep just sat and listened, and that drove me crazy. I totally lost control. The pleading turned to screaming. I thrashed hard, too, put up some semblance of a fight with the strength I had left. Didn’t matter, though. Once she got bored of the show, that was it.

She grabbed the clothes on my chest, and growled, “You’re just as bad as he was,” while she cut and ripped them away -- I assume because she was a high whack-job dumbass who didn’t realize I have freakin’ buttons. Then she put the sharp edge against my chest, told me to stay still for her, and called out,

“Game on, boys!”

Then... Well. It’s hard to find the words here. Everything just kind of… erupted.

My paint can was destroyed. Split open. Crunched, scratched, bent, punctured, everything you’d expect from a team of junkyard dogs. For the first few seconds, the pain was indescribable. But it transformed into something worse. My system was overloaded, or something -- like my code was not written to process that much damage. It felt like my insides turned to acid. My body twisted and jerked against my will. My head pounded against the tree. My arms fought the rope, every joint threatening to pop out. My legs jumped and kicked at the dirt. I just... convulsed. 

It felt like my code was being peeled out line by line. I glitched so widely and rapidly that I didn’t know what pixel of me was where. My senses cut in and out, kind of like I was struggling to keep my head above water. Whatever I could hear quickly cut into static and distorted audio. And then my vision flooded with threads of binary, until all I could see was blue.

I don’t know if I screamed. I don’t know if I could even breathe. It’s really hard to remember from here. The world just stopped making sense.

I remember emotions, but like... every possible emotion at once. Kind of like they were all pushing and shoving to get through the same door, and… I don’t know, like screaming, laughing, wailing, singing, swearing, crying, all layered into one sound.

I remember seeing images. Like, split-second frames of memory, as if all my code’s worth of data was firing at once. There must have been hundreds. As far as I can remember… I saw a moment from an Excitebike ride. I saw half-eaten Burger Time from Devs know when. I saw one of the drones from that old unplugged space game with the robot birds. I saw your game’s bleachers. I saw your fridge. I saw your garage. I saw you driving. So many times, I saw you laughing.

Really, the recurring theme was you.

Everything fell away into blinding, pulsing blocks of color, ones I could hear and smell and taste and feel, penetrating everything in this endless loop of red-orange-yellow, red-orange-yellow, over and over and over, until…

Nothing.

That’s as far as I can remember. I don’t know when I passed out.

But I do remember waking up. 

Somehow, after all that, I woke up. Maybe you saw it coming, given I’m here to write to you now, but I survived. I survived all that.

I’d love to brush that off and say “Takes more than that to kill Make-it Mavis,” but, the thing is, they could have. They had me right there, in the palms of their creepy hand things. They could have gotten their revenge and deleted me for good, with no consequences. Why they didn’t, I tried not to question too terribly. Though it would come back to gnaw at me on quiet nights.

When I came to, I didn’t realize I was awake at first, or that I was even alive. I just saw little sparks of binary behind my eyelids. Then, slowly, the rest of my senses came back. Every pixel of my sprite was pulsing. I was freezing cold. My head felt split, my ribs ached, my chest burned, my legs were ravaged, my tools were destroyed and strewn around me -- I must have had barely a decimal of HP left, but it was enough. 

I was lying on the ground. Maybe they untied me, or I finally glitched out of the ropes, but either way, I was free when I woke up. But it still felt like I couldn’t move. There was this rock in the pit of my stomach telling me that this was all a trick, that they would be on me again if I so much as opened my eyes. I listened for so long, but all I heard was the pounding in my ears and distant clanging coming from the castle. They were gone, and the arcade was open. Had been for some time, as it turned out. So I opened my eyes and tried to make sense of my situation.

I saw the cuff of my brush first. It was lying right next to my face, all twisted and chewed, one end covered in dried up blood. The rest of my brush was scattered over the dirt, bristles and all, and my paint can was warped and split and gnawed up nearby. There was no paint in it anymore, just buzzing and flickering sheets of binary.

My hat was close by, all crumpled up and caked in dry spit. My smock had been completely removed and torn to pieces. I still had my tank top, but it was a little worse for wear. Of course, my pants were ripped too, to say the least.

Contrary to what I thought, my legs didn’t end up looking like chicken dinner. But they still looked like a horror game. Under better circumstances, it would have been pretty wicked to see -- they were all flushed and swollen in parts, and there were these nasty-looking bloody wounds on deep purple welts, some still weeping. 

My chest, too, was covered in dry and fresh blood, but I couldn’t see enough of the wound to understand what it was, in the state I was in. So, when I figured out how to move, first thing I did was drag myself enough to reach my bucket. Touching it felt like punching a bruise, but it was still just reflective enough to be a makeshift mirror. So I saw, all skewed and backwards, what that scummy sadist freak saw fit to brand me with.

There, carved shoulder-to-shoulder, in big, glistening, deep red letters, was your name.

[rosequartz-queen]

   Notes on Pink/Rose that we know of:

The youngest of the Diamonds. (White seems to be oldest, potential for Yellow-Blue to be same age (if not one slightly older than the other; I’d pick Yellow for oldest over Blue), then Pink.

It’s hinted at by Blue Diamond in Change Your Mind- while Steven has a dream-flashback of Pink in the tower- that Pink Diamonds antics were making White upset, threatening to take away her Pearl if they kept up.

(So “White” Pearl- aka Pink Pearl- was taken away for this reason? Replaced by this other Pearl- our Pearl- to keep her more in line, perhaps?)

Noteworthy that Pink has ALWAYS cared too much; she saved some animals/creatures from a planet either Blue or Yellow had as a colony. Saved them from death, but also set them loose during the Ball.

Edit: Just watched the flashback dream from Jungle Moon; I think those creatures were from the planet Yellow was conquering in that flashback?!? Geezums, Rebecca Sugar...

Also, Pink was locked away in a tower for her mischief on Homeworld, often subjected to Blue’s powers unintentionally as part of her “crimes.”

Spinel was gifted to her somewhere before Pink Pearl was taken away; Pink Diamond seems to have learned juggling from Spinel and shows off to her Pearl what she learned.

Also, Pink abandoned Spinel around the same time she was gifted her colony, Earth. (Apparently a crisp 6,000 years before the start of the show...if a little less, if we assume it’s a perfect six thousand by the time of the movie.)

Likely done as an attempt on Pink’s part to run away from her problems AND let go of “childish” things in one fell swoop. (Not accounting for how Spinel would feel about this, since it was likely PD assumed nothing of what could happen to her until far later, if at all. Also, we ALL know by now she’s horrible with figuring out emotions that other people deal with; other people’s emotional problems are a mystery to her on a deeper level.)

PD obtains Earth and Pearl, likely as help to get work done. (Could this mean Pink went without a Pearl for a few hundred/thousand years? It’s possible, since it’d be like taking a toy away from a troublesome, disobedient child... Except that “toy” is a living being all their own. The Diamonds are fucked up.)

However... Colonies are actually SUPER boring. Pink realizes this too late, as well as the fact she’s not allowed to make friends with her new, growing court. (Blue and Yellow are looking over her shoulder a LOT; where’s White??)

Cue Pearl helping Pink realize the freedom she could have by disguising herself as a Rose Quartz to hang with the Amethysts. Whoops Number 1.

Rose- in this way- learns about the beauty of Earth. Because her sympathetic butt doesn’t want to hurt the Earth anymore, this starts up a new phase: Pink doesn’t want to continue the colony nor the plans for it. However, Blue nor Yellow won’t have her backing out now.

It’s shown Blue COMPLETELY shuts her down. (Can’t Go Back) Yellow isn’t even looking at Pink... Very likely was yelling at her/getting into a screaming match over the colony. (Yellow very much has a temperament; we’ve seen this before.)

“...too many organics...cities too hard to dismantle...” Sounds like Pink’s been thinking of every excuse in the book to save this planet.

Blue even gave her the idea. If Pink isn’t there to rule...guess it’s nobody’s planet then, is it?

Bismuth likely came up with the Breaking Point around this time, wanting to shatter the Diamonds. Rose, who didn’t want internal fighting nor to be LITERALLY SHATTERED, could only find one solution: attack Bismuth when she argued her literal point, then bubble her, hiding her gem away in Lion’s mane.

(Lion existed around this time, too?!? Rose, what the he-)

Cue the eventual “shattering” of Pink Diamond. (A Single Pale Rose) This allows her to be Rose Quartz full time; no more Pink Diamond.

This registers with her gem as a new form, as well. (Can be seen in Change Your Mind.) However, doesn’t stop her gem from being a full Pink Diamond... Thus, the poofing problem. (And why Pearl got so sacrificial over Rose during this time.)

Cue the Corruption Song. This marks the “end” of the war, but no side wins. Rose and the remaining CGs are stuck on Earth with no way back. Their forces- Homeworld and CG alike- corrupted with no cure. The Diamonds mourning the “death” of Pink Diamond.

It’s unknown if Rose realized what she meant to the Diamonds after this. Either way, it didn’t matter; she couldn’t confess anything, anyways. She wouldn’t want to, either.

Rose gets a shitton of boyfriends and girlfriends and datemates. She seems to love Pearl- on occasion- but also doesn’t take anything seriously, leaving her pining Pearl on the sidelines while she has short-lived (literally) relationships left and right. For thousands of years.

Some time during (or before?) this, the Temple is founded. (Definitely wasn’t during the war, but also in time for Amethyst to have fused with everyone, creating Obsidian, who is the Temple Fusion. Also was before the first Dewey landed in Beach City.)

I also personally HC that Rose’s Fountain was the main hub of Crystal Gem activity during the war. It’d certainly make healing cracked gems easier, if Rose wasn’t around to personally do so.

Greg eventually shows up and turns everything on its head.

Originally treated like all the other humans- a toy-like or pet-like commodity to play with and not take seriously- it’s him pushing her to become...human. To realize what it means to REALLY love and care about someone...and that means equivalent exchange. Give back what you’re given.

This very likely blossoms into a relationship where Greg does a lot of teaching for Rose, helping her be more mindful and kind... However, considering her background at the hand of the Diamonds, it’s incredibly likely she still slipped up and said some insensitive things, on occasion.

Greg confirms to Steven that Rose tried to tell him everything at a later date. (Steven’s Dream) Greg potentially knew Rose had been Pink Diamond? Though it sounds like he either stopped her before she admitted it or heard as much as she wanted to say, stopped her from rambling, and then- more or less- forgot about it. (Judging by how he responds to Steven, however, I’d say she told him, he knows, but he still doesn’t care.)

Meeting baby Sourcream influences Rose to want a child of her own. Immature when meeting the little guy, but now determined and excited to make new life with someone she loves.

Rose is many, thoughtless things, but I still strongly believe in Lion 3: Straight to Video and Storm in the Room; Rose was far more invested in a child who was half her, half Greg....all new. There was no intentions to run from old problems with Steven/Nora, nor have her child have to DEAL with those problems.

She sincerely believed the problems were over with. The Diamonds would never come back to Earth. The war was over, Earth safe. The Crystal Gems weren’t needed, including her...and Spinel was likely forgotten due to everything that had happened.

Her last act of “cruelty” would be to leave the remaining Crystal Gems behind, but it’s also a little unfair to put the blame on Rose. In trying to set everyone free, she accidentally put herself BACK in the role of the idolized leader. Something she’d been trying to run from as PD. Pearl had never gotten past her programming, Garnet was inspired by Rose, and Amethyst...saw Greg as her best friend and Rose as a mom-figure. (So she lost someone that was her world, and blamed him for it due to some emotional immaturity on her part. Not that I can blame her, either...)

Garnet can’t stop this, but can’t ask questions due to an accidental Diamond Command Rose issued. Pearl can do nothing but panic and cry and lash out in blind anger. Amethyst...very likely did her best to face facts and be excited, but the realization she’d be losing Rose hit her just as hard as the rest.

That’s BEFORE mentioning Greg... Poor guy met the love of his life and he has to watch her belly grow, knowing in nine months, he’ll have lost his love, gained a child, and have forever three other gems hovering over and around him. Judging him for a decision Rose made.

(I love Rose/Pink so much, but considering how codependent so many of her friends/followers were, I have to admit... It’s true. She is better off “dead” as she is... Nobody would have reached their full growth if she was still alive. Nothing short of her running away again would’ve changed them and- without meaning to- she kinda did just that by having Steven. She NEEDED to leave for them to find themselves and Steven to show them what they really need.)

(...But also, FUCK, give my son a break?!? JFC, he’s NOT YOUR THERAPIST...!!! #Let Steven Take a Long Nap 2k19 and 2k20.)

On a sidenote from the timeline: Love Like You is from Rose’s POV. It’s been said before, but I need to say it again.

“I always thought I might be bad, now I’m sure that it’s true, cause I think you’re so good, and I’m nothing like you.” ( @ Greg)

“Look at you go; I just adore you, I wish that I knew... What makes you think I’m so special.” (I can see this still being aimed at Greg, but I also imagine Steven a lot with this line; Steven also very much idolized Rose and I feel like she wouldn’t understand why her son would feel like he couldn’t match up or was so great. I truly feel that- later in life- Rose realized her flaws and is rightfully ashamed of them.)

“If I could begin to do something that does right by you, I could do anything, I could even learn how to love like you.” (More things at Greg. He was her biggest motivation...)

Also, this would make an interesting contrast to how Greg viewed Rose in the early years. RE: Destiny and Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart.

[bthump]

What is your favorite, most dark/twisted griffguts scenario/hc/au or whatever?

dark and twisted eh? lol this is a question and a half. advance warning for a mention of consent issues.

This is a fic idea I’ve considered writing but gave up on pretty quickly bc I didn’t think I could do it justice lol. And also I never finish anything and this is a novel’s worth of material.

AU where the behelit is an ordinary apostle behelit, and also Guts’ instead of Griffith’s. It opens at pretty much the exact same time, after the rescue, when Guts sees Griffith attempt suicide and it hits him that it’s all his fault. He destroyed Griffith and there’s no way to fix this, no one to kill to make it better, he threw away the only thing he’s ever wanted.

So the Raiders followed him down to the lake, Casca and the rest of the Hawks stayed behind, and the behelit opens. Guts ends up sacrificing the Raiders for ~the power to fix his mistake~ and becomes a monster with magic healing abilities. Because I figure that if you’re not sacrificing the person you actually love most, then you need to compensate with quantity lol, and after all the Raiders were the example, alongside Griffith, of “the place [Guts] belonged,” which should count for something.

So the result of this is you got Beast of Darkness Guts who is basically fixated on Griffith. You got a Griffith who spent a year of torture thinking about Guts and realizing he’s desperately in love with him and is thus fixated on Guts. He’s also fully healed and has a super powerful monster under his command so he’s obligated to go back to pursuing his dream in some form or another.

The situation is Griffith as an unstoppable warlord leading an army that grows and grows as dissatisfied peasants join him and others see the way the wind is blowing and join him to back the right horse, and strikes fear into the hearts of nobility until he eventually takes Midland by force (which is doable bc it’s weakened by a century long war and also an insane king). He’s embracing his “cruelty” and doing whatever it takes to attain his dream which means stuff like executing nobles and whatever to send a message and strike first with fear and intimidation. He’s more distanced from the Hawks than he was pre-torture. His image is scary and ruthless and powerful.

On the flipside he’s super traumatized and emotionally vulnerable, like lbr he’s got complex ptsd and he’s devastatingly emotionally reliant on an apostle boyfriend which in no way helps, not to mention the issues he already had pre-torture like guit and self-loathing. And the whole point is that contrast. Like Griffith ordering fortresses to be burnt and razed to the ground vs Griffith being unable to sit too close to a campfire because sometimes the radiating heat gives him panic attacks. Griffith fighting effectively at the head of an army vs Griffith losing his grasp on the present in the dark and forgetting he’s not in a torture chamber. Part of why Griffith is more removed from the Hawks now is to keep these vulnerabilities hidden.

And wrt Guts and ~dark and twisted~ griffguts content, Griffith commanding a literal monster in battle vs Griffith, eg, never once saying “no” to him in bed bc he’s low key afraid Guts wouldn’t stop, both due to his own trauma and Guts being monstery, and he’d rather just never let that situation come up. Like, loving and needing Guts but being afraid of him after the apostle transformation, and denying that fear to himself. And it could vary. Sometimes being with Guts would be perfect, everything he wants, emotional and physical fulfillment, and sometimes it would pretty much be a form of self-harm. Sometimes he would crave sex and sometimes it would trigger him. Sometimes everything at once. That kind of thing.

And like lbr we’ve seen his inner darkness, Guts as an apostle would be a nightmare. He wouldn’t care about anyone except Griffith, possibly to the point of low key being a threat to the rest of the Hawks, and he’d be extremely possessive and needy. I don’t think he’d be like, completely out of control like the armour makes him, but I feel like his judgement would be shot, his impulse control would be shot, he’d have way more casual asshole tendencies a la Black Swordsman Guts (or even his imo insufferable cockiness post-vacation). He’d still have that eagerness to please wrt Griffith tho, so he wouldn’t be completely beyond Griffith’s control. He’d obey orders, at least to the same extent he did as an ordinary human lol, and he wouldn’t do anything to threaten Griffith’s image, his control and leadership over the rest of the Hawks, like insubordination or w/e. He likes the idea of Griffith being feared, and of being the only one (give or take Casca, probably) to see the vulnerable side of him. And he likes the idea of Griffith needing him to achieve his dream as well as needing him emotionally.

Like, in chapter 71 Guts basically realized that his desire to become Griffith’s equal by finding a dream of his own was stupid and doomed from the start, so I don’t think Griffith pursuing his dream again while he has no goals himself would bother him because now he knows how important he is to Griffith. And also I imagine post-torture Griffith would be willing and able to tell him that he values him over the dream. Even shares that it feels like an obligation to him. Like after that torture chamber monologue it’s easy to see him being more emotionally forthcoming with Guts, more revealing, more self-aware, at least in some ways.

They would both relish the sheer intensity of the others’ feelings for him, but Griffith would be afraid of his own feelings, how vulnerable they make him, and he’d be afraid of Guts’ literal monstrosity, both rationally because he’s a big undefeatable obsessive monster, and irrationally because apostles instill instinctive fear in humans. (That instinctive fear as symbolic of Griffith’s intense life-ruining feelings esp post-torture might be interesting tbh.) Guts would be afraid of Griffith hating him or growing indifferent, but as an apostle that would manifest in clinginess and possessiveness and a constant craving for proof of Griffith’s feelings. And for Griffith’s part he could take advantage of that in manipulative ways. Like I love the idea of an intense toxic relationship where the life-ruining feelings between them are occasionally weaponized by both.

Oh and you also got Griffith’s self loathing and guilt, and the knowledge that Guts became a monster entirely because of him, to help him, plus he rescued and healed him, and so he’d also be torn between feeling like he doesn’t deserve Guts, and feeling like he deserves Guts but in a penitent way, esp if he feels responsible for his monsterism, which he would whether that’s rational or not. Plus also feeling like Guts, as a monster who sacrificed a bunch of his friends to become one and now wreaks havoc in battle, is the only person who can understand him. “Do you think I’m cruel?” “What kind of question is that for the guy who killed a hundred men?” writ large. All the emotional dysfunctionality implied in that exchange taken to 100.

Griffith getting more ruthless and fucked up and taking comfort in a fucked up relationship with a literal monster as he pursues his dream. “You’re rough enough to share this with to the end.” Griffith in part relishing Guts’ monstrosity because it means they’re in this together. They’ll be together because who else would want them? Like a dark contrast to a happy Golden Age AU where Guts tells Griffith how he really sees him and it’s a step towards emotional healing and self love and whatever, this would be Griffith hating himself and being comforted by the thought that Guts is down in the dark with him. Dragging each other down instead of lifting each other up, yk.

(Guts tells Griffith he doesn’t regret it. This applies to both becoming a monster for Griffith’s sake, and leaving in the first place and all the destruction that caused, since it eventually led to both of them getting everything they’ve ever wanted. A kingdom, the Hawks, each other, everything worked out perfectly. Right?)

Also you have Casca and the rest of the Hawks for that excellent outsider/disturbed onlooker pov. Casca’s got her close relationship with both as well as her protectiveness of Griffith. Judeau’s got his detached perceptive observation. Corkus has his outrage and resentment. All good potential perspectives on this imo. Like eg imagine Corkus sowing discord by pointing out that they have no reason to trust Guts esp now that he’s a literal monster since he’s not even a Hawk after abandoning them, and they can’t even trust Griffith to keep him in line because lbr Griffith already fucked them all over once because of Guts.

Idk how it would end though. Something fucked up. Like say Griffith achieves the dream, settles into ruling, the realization that he only hates himself more than ever eventually creeps up on him, and he ends up goading Guts into killing him, like an impulsive and somewhat subconscious act of suicide. Guts becomes Zodd 2.0, wandering battlefields, looking for someone strong enough to take him out. Or maybe just living miserably ever after as Griff sets his sights on an empire (bc he can’t stop, bc as soon as he stops that’s akin to declaring that this end is worth all the deaths and pain and etc on the road to it, and nothing’s actually worth that, so he’s trapped and it sucks) would be a nice anticlimactic ending. Yk, something depressing.

Like overall it would be a giant trainwreck with extreme contrasts wrt power dynamics and emotions, which is basically my favourite kind of thing. Like there are definitely way more straightfoward ways to get dark and edgy griffguts lmao, like about a million post-Eclipse scenarios, but still it’s probably my favourite of the darker ideas I’ve had.

I just love the idea of post-torture Griffith + apostle Guts lol they’d be like the epitome of dysfunctional yet inseparable, and it’s a great starting point for compounding all of Griffith’s canon issues and exploring them.

[sugarandspace]

One Missed Call (chapter 4)

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Alec had called him, and by the looks of it he had left Magnus a voicemail. Thousands of possibilities ran through Magnus’ mind and he was suddenly more awake than he had been in hours.

Magnus stared at the phone warily. A quick look at the notification showed that he had gotten the call around the same time he had left the meeting. Had Alec tried to call him for help? Had he hoped that Magnus’ meeting would already be over and he would pick up?

There was only one way to find out, so Magnus lifted the phone to his ear with a shaky hand, about to listen to the voicemail Alec had left. He straightened on his chair unconsciously, all his focus on the words he would hear.

At first, all he could hear was the amount of background noise, like someone hitting a wall and growling. The Forsakens, Magnus realised. It took a moment before Alec spoke, clearing his throat.  

“Hey Magnus.”

His voice was uncharastically faint, lacking the strength it usually held. Especially in a battle. Magnus’ heart was beating fast and just those two words were enough to give him a feeling that he was not going to like this message.

It took a while before Alec spoke again.

“I know you said that you can’t answer your phone during the meeting, but I had to speak to you,” he said. “Even if you can’t talk to me back.”

It lightened the weight pressing on Magnus’ shoulders to hear that Alec hadn’t expected Magnus to answer his phone, but at the same time he couldn’t ignore the nagging thought that he could have answered this call. If only he would have stopped to turn his phone back on after the meeting. But he’d been too occupied with other things, and then all his focus had been on the fire message he had gotten from Jace. He hadn’t stopped to think that he would need his phone. Why hadn’t he tried to call Alec?

“I’ve got myself into a situation. And it’s - it’s bad Magnus. To be completely honest I’m not sure if I’m going to make it out of here alive.”

Magnus sucked in a sharp breath as he heard the words. Those words would haunt him in his dreams, he was sure of it. He could hear the emotion in Alec’s words, how much it hurt him to admit that. Magnus couldn't even imagine how Alec had felt. All alone in the building, cornered and without an escape.

Magnus ran his shaking hand through his hair in distress, the other hand holding tightly on the phone.

“I know Jace is going to blame himself if I end up dying. It was my call to send him back. We had to get the mundane to safety. We didn’t know it would come to this. Can you remind him of that for me? He needs to understand that.”

That was so typically Alexander - to worry for others while he was facing an almost certain death - that Magnus let out a sound that was some kind of a hybrid of a sob and a laugh.

“I want you to know that I’m going to try my best. I’m going to do all I can to make it back to you. I’m not ready to die-”

Alec’s voice broke and Magnus was pretty sure his boyfriend might be crying, and the sound itself was enough for the tears to overflow from Magnus’ own eyes. The voicemail was like torture. Magnus hadn’t paid too much attention to how the fight must have gone, all his focus on Alexander’s injuries and how they were healing. He hadn’t really stopped to think how Alec would have been feeling during the fight. To know that - to hear Alexander himself talking about how he wasn’t sure if he would live to see Magnus again - it was horrible.

But Magnus wasn’t going to stop listening.

“But if this truly is the end, I just wanted to say thank you.”

It was obvious Alec had steeled himself, unwilling to break down on the phone. It gave Magnus a whole different kind of feeling, like cold dread running down his spine, to hear the factual tone in his words. He had to keep his eyes on Alexander’s face, on the skin that was now clear from cuts, to remind himself that Alec had made it through it. He was safe, he was with Magnus, and Magnus was going to make sure that something like this wasn’t going to happen again.

“Thank you Magnus. I can say with certainty that I wouldn’t be the man I am today if it weren’t for you. You helped me come to terms with myself in a way I never thought possible. You gave me a relationship I never even dared to dream about, a life I never thought I could have. I’m so grateful for the years I got with you, they’ve been the best years of my life. I’m sorry I’m leaving you behind so early.”

The tears kept falling as he listened his boyfriend’s sincere words come through the phone. Magnus lifted his hand to cover his mouth, worried that the sounds that were escaping him would disturb Alec, or wake up Jace.

Jace definitely didn’t need to wake up to the sounds of crying now that he was finally resting. Who knows where his mind might go.

A part of Magnus wanted to stop listening. He didn’t want to hear Alec saying goodbye, no matter if the message had ended up being unneeded. But Alec had obviously left the message for Magnus in case he wasn’t going to make it through, and the words he were saying were obviously important to him. Magnus was going to listen through it, every last word, no matter how much they hurt to hear.

They had obviously hurt Alec as much to say.

“That is, if I don’t make it out here alive.”

“I could spend the whole day on the phone listing things I’m grateful for or things I love about you. But unfortunately I don’t have the time for that. I hope with all my heart that I’ll see you later.”

It was quiet for a while after that, and Magnus wondered what was going through Alec’s mind. Was this the end of the voicemail?

During all this Magnus kept his eyes on Alec on the bed, a reminder that he was safe and in their home. He could see Alec stirring, his eyes squeezing tightly shut before they opened slowly. Magnus wanted to leap out of his chair and get closer, bombard Alec with questions about where it hurt and how he could help. He wanted to tell him that he loved him time and time again until Alec got tired of hearing that.

But he didn’t do any of that, his body frozen as he listened to the voicemail. He was afraid of what he would hear but he couldn’t make his body to move and put the phone away.    

“I- ah, I have to go,” Alec said on the phone while the Alec on the bed seemed to get his bearings back, his eyes locked to Magnus’ in alarm as he noticed that he was crying, but then his expression turned solemn as he seemed to realise what Magnus was listening. He looked apologetic, and it was not a look Magnus wanted to see on Alec’s face right now. “I just needed you to know that I love you.”

“Alexander,” Magnus breathed out as he heard the noise signalling that the voicemail had ended. Magnus’ voice broke on the one word, and he let his phone slip from his fingers, let it tumble to the chair next to his thigh as he slowly lowered his hand.

He was at a loss for words.

How should a person react when they hear their boyfriend saying goodbye? When the person Magnus loved with his whole soul had thanked him for loving him?

Magnus didn’t know, and it was obvious Alec didn’t either.

They stared at each other, tears still silently falling from Magnus’ eyes. Alec still had that heartbroken expression on his face and as he reached his hand towards Magnus, it broke Magnus from his shock and he leaned forward, taking hold of Alec’s hand and pressing a soft kiss to his palm before placing it on his own cheek and holding it there.

Alec’s thumb brushed at the tears under Magnus’ eye.

“I’m okay,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse from disuse and emotion.

And how did he know that it was exactly what Magnus needed to hear? He took a deep breath, gathering himself because Alec was right. That voicemail could have been the last thing he heard from his boyfriend but instead he got this. He got the words telling him that he was fine, he got Alec back to their home and got to hold his hand.

Magnus leaned down to press his lips against Alec’s, just a soft press of lips against lips.

He got to kiss him again.

Alec had made it out of that building like he had talked about, like he had promised to try. Magnus should have known that if Alec were to promise something there would be no holding him back. Magnus pulled back and took another deep breath before he spoke.

“You’re okay,” he repeated the words, letting them sink into his mind and in his heart, lessening the pressure he felt behind his eyes. “I love you so much.”

Alec kept his eyes tightly shut, inhaling deeply.

“I wasn’t sure if I would ever hear that again.”

Alec’s words were quiet, and Magnus wasn’t sure if he was even meant to hear them. But he did, and the hurt they caused felt more agonizing than Magnus could have ever imagined. It also made him want to say the words again. And again. And again.

“I love you Alexander.”

Alec opened his eyes and looked at Magnus, his eyes still threatening tears but there was also a small smile on his face as he replied. “I love you too.”

Magnus couldn’t help himself, he leaned back in and kissed Alec again.

“We were all so worried,” Magnus told Alec as they separated. He let go of Alec’s hand as he tried to position himself on a more upright position on the bed. Magnus rushed to help by rearranging the mountain of pillows at the headboard, helping Alec settle comfortably against them.

“I’m sorry,” Alec said, reaching at Magnus’ hand that was resting on the bed next to his thigh.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Magnus said. “You almost died, you don’t get to apologise.”

Alec’s response was a tired smile, accompanied with a shrug of his shoulders. It was obvious that he hadn’t fully restored all his energy yet, but Magnus was glad to see him awake. He would gladly let Alec go back to sleep now that he’d got to see him awake - had got to see him healthy and talking. It eased Magnus’ mind more than words could describe.

“It’s me who should apologize,” Magnus said, his tone low with regret.

“What are you talking about?” Alec asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I didn’t answer your call,” Magnus explained.

“Magnus, I didn’t expect you to-”

“I know,” Magnus said, interrupting what was probably going to be a long speech about how this wasn’t Magnus’ fault, but Magnus needed to get this out. “I wasn’t even in a meeting anymore when you tried to call me. I just hadn’t had the time to turn my phone back on. I could have answered that call. Maybe I would have been there faster. Maybe-”

“And maybe not,” Alec said, interrupting Magnus this time. “You can’t dwell on what ifs. I knew you couldn’t answer your phone. That is not why I called you. I just- I  didn’t want to go without saying goodbye.”

Alec turned his attention from Magnus’ face to the hand that was on his lap, his fingers playing with Magnus’ rings. Magnus lifted his other hand to cover Alec’s fidgeting fingers, calming them.

“I know,” Magnus said, watching as Alec lifted his head and looked him into his eyes again. Magnus couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were still looking quite watery. “I’m so proud of you Alexander. You made it. You fought your way out of there. We saw the hallway, all those bodies. It was far from a fair fight but you made it out alive.”

“Thanks to you and Jace,” Alec said, trying to deflect.

“No,” Magnus said, his voice soft but stern. “We helped you, but it’s because of you that you’re alive now. You didn’t give up, you fought even when the situation looked impossible.”

“I have plenty of reasons to fight,” Alec replied, wiping his eyes. The words made Magnus smile impossibly wide.

“And I’m so happy to hear that.”

“Wait,” Alec said suddenly, his eyes widening in alarm. “My bow? And stele? I lost them in the fight.”

“All here in the loft, my dear.” Magnus replied, placing a calming hand on Alec’s shoulder. “You need to rest. You were exhausted when we got you here. I was able to heal your injuries but I couldn’t take away the strain the fight had caused you.”

“Thank you,” Alec said. “I’m sure you did more than was needed.”

“As if that is an issue,” Magnus argued. “I would have done all that I could to take away all the pain and discomfort you might have felt, even if it meant using all my magic.”

“And we’ve talked about that,” Alec argued, fondly rolling his eyes at his boyfriend. “I don’t want you to exhaust yourself. I’m sure you went overboard this time too. I’m fine with letting some of the injuries heal on their own. Or even with irazes. It would do me no good to wake up feeling better than ever and see you passed out next to my bed.”

“And it would hurt me to see you in pain when I could easily take that pain away,” Magnus retorted.

“I’m never going to win you in this, am I?” Alec asked, admitting defeat.

“I’m sorry but you’re not,” Magnus replied. It felt good to be like this, like the last day hadn’t happened and they were just playfully arguing about the same topic that raised to the surface more often than not in their household. “We just have to agree to disagree. And you have to stop getting yourself into these situations.”

“I will promise you that I’ll try my best,” Alec said, and Magnus knew that was the best he was going to get.

“Good.”

A silence fell over them after that, both just content to be in each other’s company, holding the other’s hand while they processed the situation. Magnus tried his best not to think about how the reason Alec kept holding his hand more tightly than usually was probably because he had thought that he’d never get to feel that again.

Magnus just kept holding on tighter, letting the pressure ground him to the moment.

-.-.-

A/N: I hope it lived up to your expectations? 

Also, I’ll be out of town next week and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to take my laptop with me. If I can’t, I won’t be able to update on Thursday. In that case I update on Friday!!

[steviemae]

lost love.... not really // ff & sp

requested by @emotionalweirdo01: Can you do an imagine where the reader is sweet peas sister and is dating fangs and then the fangs shooting happens and she is like devastated and he comforts her.... Ya know fluffy shit all around lol

You sat at the bar picking at the glossy topcoat of the wood that was flaking off from all the years of wear and tear. You nervously bit the skin of you lips probably making yourself bleed but your mind wasn’t focusing on anything but your boyfriend, Fangs, getting out of jail today. The new Sheriff in town couldn’t make anything stick and you knew he didn’t kill Midge. Though it broke your heart a little when heard the rumors that they were sleeping together. Sweet Pea made you stay on the southside far away from all the angry groups of people, not wanting you to get hurt or lost in the riot. He knew that on the southside, there were people who would protect you. Not so much on the northside. He needed to get Fangs home safe without having to worry about you as well so he mad you stay at the Wyrm with Hogeye watching you so you wouldn’t leave.

After what felt like hours, Toni came busting through the doors of the Wyrm. You noticed the blood covering her hands and staining her clothes, immediately thinking the worst. Tears in her eyes as they searched frantically for you, “Y/n. Fangs, he- he’s hurt.” She stuttered out when she found you at the bar. And that was the worst scenario that ran through your head. Either your brother or your boyfriend being hurt.

“What do you mean he’s hurt? Where’s Sweet Pea?” you asked jumping down from the stool.

“He was shot. Someone shot him. He’s at the hospital right now in surgery.” You didn’t notice any of the other Serpents walk in until you felt your brother’s arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you in for a hug.

“What happened?” you asked hugging your brother back, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“We were huddled around him trying to keep the rioters away from him, but they were pushing and fighting too hard and we got separated. That’s when they shot him. None of us had any time to react, y/n. We’re sorry.” Toni said letting her tears fall from her eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Toni. Don’t blame yourself.” You said pulling away from Sweet Pea to hug Toni letting her cry into your shoulder. After she calmed down a bit, the reality of it all hit you like a train. You suddenly felt your heart sink and tears blurred your vision making Sweet Pea rush over to you, pulling you back in to hug you.

“He’s gonna be okay, right Pea? He’s gonna make it?” Your voice broke as you spoke, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You gripped the flaps of his jacket tight, “Tell me he’s not going to die, Sweet Pea. Tell me that Fangs isn’t leaving me!” you raised your voice a bit trying to get him to tell you something, anything about how Fangs was doing. He didn’t say anything, just held you tighter and kissed the top of your head. That’s when the tears fell and you sobbed dramatically into Sweet Pea’s chest.

The rest of the Serpents showed up to the Wyrm to figure out a plan to stop the Ghoulie’s that were back in town. Sweet Pea joined in but never once let go of you, not that you would have let him in anyway. You weren’t sobbing anymore, finally steadying your breathing. Poor Sweet Pea’s shirt was soaked with tears but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be there for his sister, knowing that losing Fangs was going to break your heart more than your parents ever did.

FP came back from his office after taking a call, everyone in the room looking at him as if asking a question without actually talking.

“That was the Sheriff’s station. Fangs, he-uh. He didn’t make it.” He whispered the last part, eyes darting to you as you hid your face in Sweet Pea’s chest, sobs wracking through your body. FP put a vote on whether or not to go to war with the Ghoulie’s making your head snap up at Sweet Pea when you felt one of his arms move from hugging you.

“Don’t you dare, Sweet Pea. i can’t lose you too.” You forced out.

“I have to, y/n. If we don’t go to war now, they’ll come after you and everyone else the rest of us care about and i can’t let that happen.” He said sternly looking down at you. You scoffed and pushed him away from you, going over to sit by Toni. She grabbed your hand and let you rest your head on her shoulder as you cried, mourning the death of your boyfriend but also the possible death of your brother.

--

You raced around the Wyrm making sure all of the Serpents, who were now homeless because of the Ghoulie’s who burned down Sunnyside trailer park, had enough blankets and food.

“She’s avoiding it isn’t she.” Toni said walking up to stand beside Sweet Pea who watched as his sister catered to all of the Serpents.

“Yeah, she may have cried the other day, but she hasn’t come to terms with it and she doesn’t want to. That makes it real. She’s a tough girl but our parents leaving and now Fangs is too much for her to handle so she’s distracting herself. I’ll make her face it when it’s time, but right now, i’ll let her be.” He said grabbing a bowl of soup and walking over to you.

“You need to eat before you help anyone else. You can make sure they’ve got everything they need but you need to make sure you do too.” he grabbed your arm and pulled you over to an empty table pushing you down to sit and placing the bowl of Hogeyes famous potato soup that you love so much, in front of you. You ate in silence, Sweet Pea sat in front of you making sure you ate it all when Jughead bust through the door with Archie and FP.

“We have to go. Gather only what you need. The Sheriff is raiding southside for Serpents.”

“Where the hell are we going to go?” Sweet Pea asked standing up, suddenly angry.

“We’ve been offered solace on the northside. Now let’s get moving.”

Sweet Pea grabbed both of your duffel bags, tossing your blankets and pillows into them and zipping them closed. He grabbed your hand and lead you out the door, following Archie and Jughead through the dark streets of what was once your home. Police spotlights shined down the street you were walking on causing Sweet Pea to pull you with him behind a dumpster. No one said anything as you continued your trek to Archie’s house on the Northside.

--

You sat on the back porch of Archie’s house sipping your hot chocolate Mr. Andrews made specifically for you, avoiding everyone's pity gazes. You hadn’t truly mourned the loss of your boyfriend, and you didn’t want to because then it became reality. You had already lost so much and this was just the straw that broke the camels back. You were hurting. You’ve cried so much you didn’t think you had anymore left until Sweet Pea came over and wiped away one tear that you didn’t notice had fell from your eye.

“It’s okay to cry, y’know. Fangs wouldn’t have let you hold all of that anger and sadness inside you. He wouldn't have wanted you to.” Sweet Pea said as he sat next to you on the bench.

“Can we not talk about him like he’s not here anymore. I’m not at that stage of grief yet.” you whispered, “I’m still very much in denial.”

“I know you are. You know you can talk to me about anything and everything, right? He was my best friend, but he was the love of your life.” Your head snapped towards your brother, you and Fangs never said i love you to each other. The two of you have been together for 2 years and haven’t said those words, though you both knew it. You just didn’t think anyone else did.

“Like i said, he’s my best friend and you’re my little sister. I can read the two of you better than you can read each other. You loved him and he loved you. Endlessly.” Sweet Pea took a sip of his coffee before looking at you again, “He told me that he loved you and asked how i felt about it, being your big brother and all. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t stepping over any boundaries with you. I gave him one rule; not to hurt you.” you rested your head on his shoulder as he threw his arm over the back of the bench, “i should punch him the throat for hurting you now.” he joked. You let out a sorry excuse for a laugh, still too sad to manage any other form of emotion.

--

You sat on one of the beat up old couches surrounding the tiny makeshift stage. Everyone was chatting waiting for FP to take center stage and start the meeting. When he did, the whole crowd got quiet, “So before i start this meeting, there’s someone here who was left completely heartbroken because of that damned Sheriff and the lies he spread like wildfire. Y/n, will you come up here please?” He held out his hand for you to come up on stage with him. You hesitated at first, but got up and took hold of his waiting hand as he helped you on stage.

“What’s going on, FP?” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at the man who didn’t say anything, just smiled warmly at you.

“The Sheriff lied. He told all of us one of our Serpents was dead.” He yelled out to the crowd, causing your jaw to drop, “No.” you whispered.

“Fangs isn’t dead.” He clarified. You couldn’t stop the tears that poured out of your eyes. FP pointed over to you brother who was helping Fangs walk up to the stage. You immediately jumped down and raced over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder. Sweet Pea stood behind Fangs to make sure he didn’t fall backwards. The impact of your body made him gasp in pain, “Sorry. I’m so sorry.” You said as you jumped away from him, letting go and taking a step back.

“You better get back over here and hug me, princess. I’ll bare any pain if it’s for you.” He said smiling at you. You stepped closer to him and slowly wrapped your arms around his neck this time. His arms wrapping tightly around you waist, pulling you closer than ever.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. I really thought i lost you.” you whispered in his ear. He felt tears hit his shoulder making him pull you closer to him, if that was even possible.

“Don’t cry, princess. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know the Sheriff told you guys i was dead until after the Ghoulie war. I tried to call you the second i woke up but the doctors wouldn’t let me.” He explained. He pulled back from the hug, cupping your face in his hands, “I love you, y/n. God it’s going to kill me how much i love you.” he looked deep in your eyes, every emotion running through his and your eyes.

“Too soon for jokes about you dying, Fangs. But i love you too.” a smile broke out on his face, in turn making you smile as well before he leaned in and kissed you with all of the emotion he had felt the last few days, you kissing back just the same.

[itsmajel]

Majel Reads - October 2017

[What is this?]

Supernatural - Destiel

Purgatory's Angel by Ltleflrt                

In an act of heroism Castiel sacrifices one of his wings to save lives. But he isn’t sure he wants to live tethered to the ground, never to dance in the sky again.  Two stubborn Winchester brothers have faith that his future isn’t quite so grim, and that flight may be possible someday.  Castiel thinks they’re full of shit, but in the face of Dean’s cheerful optimism it’s hard not to believe.

[Explicit] [ 26,779 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Good One's Gonna Be by remmyme                

Castiel Novak receives a rather alarming text message from an unknown number, and what started as a simple misdial quickly turns into the greatest friendship Castiel has ever known. But Dean has many secrets, dangerous truths about the life he lives, and would like to tell Castiel exactly none of them.

[Explicit] [ 37,130 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

somewhere I have never travelled by museaway                    

Driving home from work at his family's shop, Dean is hit by a man driving a Prius. Though Castiel is initially rude, he offers dinner as part of his apology, and Dean is drawn to him the more they talk. Since Castiel is raw from a divorce with a teenage daughter, Dean doesn’t expect the relationship to go anywhere and is surprised when Castiel quickly becomes a fixture in his life. But while Castiel seems eager to build a life with him, Dean is hung up on his past and family obligations.

[Mature] [ 53,375 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Andrew Lloyd Webber Gets a Pass by delicirony (deliciousirony), opal_bullets

In which Castiel's manner is vague and aloof, Dean Winchester doesn't care for a cuddle, and there's no doing anything about it.

Or, Dean and Castiel attempt to survive rehearsals for a new production of Cats, and each other.

[Explicit] [ 37,597 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

nothing else matters by  xylodemon

"You say goodbye."

deancas codas: season thirteen

[Not Rated] [ 1,210 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

take that history by vaudelin

“How did you meet my father?” the kid asks him, over breakfast, while he’s pouring milk over Cheerios in tiny spoonfuls.

“In Hell,” Dean grits, like a warning. Let it be enough.

[General Audiences] [ 1,200 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

we are nowhere (and it's now) by xylodemon

Dean dreams about smoke billowing up toward a dark, starless sky. deancas codas: season thirteen

[Teen And Up Audiences] [ 3,248 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Captain America / Marvel CMU - Stucky

Not To Win But To Take Part by MarcellaBianca

Vignettes in the life of Olympic silver medalist, World Champion, and figure skating coach James Buchanan Barnes, from 1992 to 2018.

[Mature] [ 5,790 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Citius, Altius, Fortius (Faster, Higher, Stronger) by MarcellaBianca *re-read

Steve Rogers. James Barnes.

One, an NHL star with dreams of finally capturing an Olympic gold medal. The other, a former World champion and Olympic silver medalist, now a current coach and choreographer for the top flight figure skaters in the Russian Federation.

But before all of that..they were Steve and Bucky.

[Mature] [ 50,623 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

That Would Be Enough by MarcellaBianca                

Bucky Barnes, a Columbia University graduate with a Masters Degree in Education, is in his fourth year of teaching AP US History at Shield Academy, a private school in the very heart of the Connecticut valley in the bucolic town of Barkstead. He also helps run the Russian Club with his colleague and best friend, Natasha Romanov. He’s got amazing friends, three nephews he adores, and a beautiful little apartment. The only thing Bucky would change about his life? His luck in love. It’s been two years since Bucky ended an emotionally abusive relationship and he’s just now starting to feel that his heart has healed enough to try dating again. Then, a new Art History and English teacher arrives with tattoos he doesn’t like talking about, a body like a Greek god, and some secrets of his own, and Bucky knows he’s done for. Cue pining, sass, and a ton of Hamilton references.

CW: Eating disorders, references to emotional and psychological abuse, and attempted dub-con sex.

[Explicit] [ 59,797 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Happy Accidents by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves)

Bucky's still in cryo. Steve is in New York, angry and unsettled. And then Trump takes a photo in front of a Captain America mural like Steve has ever supported anything he says or does. So Steve enlists Pepper to throw a costume gala for LGBTQIA causes, and to celebrate his coming out.

It's a terrible idea, especially when a bunch of people come dressed as Bucky.

But then Steve meets a tall dark stranger...

  nb: the Trump content of this fic is essentially zero other than as an inciting incident in the first couple paras.

[Explicit] [ 29,777 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Alphabet Verse by thesardine

Summary verse: At a pivotal point in his recovery, Bucky is abducted and forced to act as the Winter Soldier for a SHIELD that is spiraling into the dark side.  This won't stop him from pursuing his goal: in the year 2016, times finally being what they are, Bucky has a very important question he wants to ask Steve...

Summary first part: There wasn’t anything left to salvage. That’s what Fury believed. It would have been a kindness to put him down.

When SHIELD finally releases Bucky from custody, he is not the man anyone expects him to be. Steve struggles to reconcile the stranger with the man who was once his best friend, but with Hydra regrouping after the events at Triskelion, Steve is dragged back into battle when Bucky needs him the most. Meanwhile, Hydra is itching to have its prize weapon back under their control, and a devastating betrayal pits Bucky against a terrible piece of ex-SHIELD tech that threatens to destroy everything he's struggled to rebuild. In order to survive, he must decide who he is going to be: the vulnerable Bucky Barnes or the indomitable Winter Soldier? It turns out there might not be as big a difference as everyone seems to think.

[Teen And Up Audiences] [ 99,778 Words] [4 Works] [Read on AO3 here]

Reflex Memories by sariane

Bucky Barnes never remembers who he is.

That doesn’t stop him from falling in love with Steve Rogers.

[Mature] [ 34,174 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Talking Pictures by sariane

Steve and Bucky go to the movies (together)

[General Audiences] [ 823 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Blank Slate by sariane

When Steve looks up at him, his eyes are slow to focus on Bucky. Steve sends him a blank look.

“Who’s Steve?” he asks.

Bucky’s heart sinks.

[General Audiences] [ 4,991 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

your homecoming will be my homecoming by lupinely

This is what Bucky thinks he remembers. Writing a letter to Steve in the trenches, muddy footprints, impressions of army boots on the ground. So cold his fingers ache. He’s writing the letter but it doesn’t make sense. He’s writing the letter but he wants to go home. It’ll make sense then, he thinks—it’ll make sense when they both come home.

[Steve/Bucky, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier]

[Mature] [ 18,972 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Lamb and Martyr by Dira Sudis (dsudis) *Re-Read

"You could, though," Steve said. "If you were willing to hurt me.

[Explicit] [ 39,589 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Ring the Bell Backward by Dira Sudis (dsudis), pium_poetam

"I know how it is," Wanda said. "Being half of something. I would go anywhere if I knew he was there waiting for me."

[Teen And Up Audiences ] [13,234 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Come To Morning by emilyenrose

He figured it was natural, kind of—well, not natural, but he and Steve spent a lot of time together, and Steve didn’t get so much attention from girls, which was a crying shame because he was a good guy and a girl could do a lot worse. But it meant maybe Steve got a bit confused, because sometimes he would look at Bucky with this look. This bright, astonished look, like he was seeing something so good he couldn’t quite believe it was real. It made Bucky squirm inside, a little.

[Teen And Up Audiences ] [ 4,707 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Winter Comfort by greenbergsays

Thing is, peace of mind has been hard to come by since his programming had been destroyed.

Hell, if he's being truthful, peace of mind has been hard to come by since the Stark Expo of '43. Maybe even before then.

But the crafts? They help. More than he ever could’ve imagined, they help.

--

Also known as the fic where Bucky Barnes uses arts & crafts as a recovery tool and ends up teaching himself how to knit. Much to Steve's surprise.

[Teen And Up Audiences ] [ 2,578 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

to feel for the first time by lord_is_it_mine

I love him, Bucky thinks. I'll burn for it one way or another, but I love him.

The thought blooms inside him, attaches itself to the base of his heart and tethers him to Steve's side. He tries to remember a time when he didn't feel like this. He can't. That's it. This feeling isn't new. But the admission to himself in the simplest of terms- that's new. And it hasn't hit him yet, just how difficult it's going to be, to love someone you can never have, because he has Steve for now, at least in every way he's allowed to have him.

He has to believe that it'll be enough.

((five firsts Bucky got and one he thought he'd never have))

[Teen And Up Audiences ] [ 5,980 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Schrödinger's Romance by The_StonedSoldier

"It could be a relationship, it could not be. You can assume either until you see for sure the results."

We all know those moments. Those moments when your family all gathers around you and asks "So, do you have a boyfriend yet?". Bucky knows these moments all too well and, quite frankly, he's sick to death of them. Unfortunately, being a 21 year old college student makes it harder for him to come up with excuses, and with Christmas coming up he needs to think of a way out fast. A chance encounter with a stranger through an old library textbook could just be the kind of miracle he needs to make it through the holidays with his last shreds of sanity intact.

[Mature] [ 196,220 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Aim Towards The Sky by littleblackfox

Steve gets to his feet, taking the two steps to the container. He lifts the latches and pops the seal. Luis unholsters his second favourite gun and points it at the crate with a nervous whine. “Steve, what the hell are you doing?” Natasha hisses. Steve glances at her. “Lets see what we’ve got.”

[Mature] [ 57,709 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Take Apart Your Bones and Put 'em Back Together by die_traumerei

It seems so simple: Bucky is captured by SHIELD and brought to a facility in upstate New York.

Of course, it isn't. No one knows who is going to wake up in that bed, and what that will eventually mean for Steve Rogers, SHIELD, the Avengers, or Bucky himself.

A story about a man putting himself back together despite what everyone expects of him. A story about Steve finding a measure of peace, a story about a broken-up institution. A story about three women who made a magical place where not just Bucky can heal.

A story featuring a load of OC's, BAMF Bucky Barnes, an older but not particularly wiser Steve Rogers, fallible Sam Wilson who is no less perfect for that, and, eventually, two nonagenarians gettin' it on in a world they pretty well transformed, between the two of them.

[Explicit] [ 63,467 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Shadowhunters - Malec

Bits of canon Malec by lemonoclefox

A bunch of unrelated canon drabbles

[Mature ] [ 17,958 Words] [16 works] [Read on AO3 here]

So Bright by lemonoclefox

"You want me," Magnus says, "to pretend to be your boyfriend." He sounds wholly unimpressed, and Alec has a moment of panic when he hears it out loud. "Yes," he says. "Temporarily." "You want me to fake date you," Magnus says flatly. It's not even a question, but more a way of really driving the point home about how dumb the idea is. "Pretty much.". Magnus narrows his eyes. "You do realize that this never works out well in movies, right?" he says. "Ever." Alec feels a distinct sense of embarrassment creep up now. "Look, I―" "Ever."

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Alec has come out, but that doesn't stop his parents from their continuous attempts to set him up with a nice shadowhunter girl. So, what better way to finally get them off his back, than to say he has a boyfriend? Problem solved. Except they now apparently want to meet this guy, who doesn't exist. Thankfully, Magnus Bane -- who encouraged Alec to come out in the first place, and whose silent crush on Alec is just as bad as Alec's crush on him -- is more than happy to help. Even if the night doesn't end up going entirely as planned.

[General Audiences] [ 17,504 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

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Reunion

Here it is, as promised before I turn in for the night! @egotisticalfloof​ I’m tagging you as you requested. I don’t necessarily love the ending, but I didn’t really know how to end it so...but the idea amused me way too much to NOT write it.

Here’s a picture that @egotisticalfloof​ drew for it as well!

The invitation was just sitting there on his desk, seeming to stare at him every time he glanced over at it.

Mark sighed, resting his chin in his hand.

He’d gotten the invitation to his high school reunion a couple of days ago and while he knew he should decide soon, he was very much on the fence about whether or not he was actually going to go.

On one hand, it seemed like the good thing to do.

On the other, it was also the perfect opportunity for many a thing to go horribly, horribly wrong.

He hadn’t been the most popular in high school and now that he was arguably popular (at least in the social media world), he cringed just from the thought of how most of his conversations would go.

He imagined that it would be a lot of sucking up and a lot of people not exactly understanding what his job meant to him.

“What’s this?” A monochrome hand reached into his line of vision, startling him out of his thoughts, and picked the invitation up before Mark could retaliate.

“H-Hey! It’s nothing!” Mark made a swipe for the paper but Dark’s reflexes were unfortunately too sharp, and his double simply flicked it out of Mark’s reach.

“That’s quite the reaction for this being ‘nothing’,” Dark said with a small smile, eyes roaming over the invitation. “Ah, a reunion for your school? How interesting. Are you going to go?”

Mark made a long-suffering sound and leaned back in his chair.

“Maybe? I don’t know yet. Why do you care?”

“You seemed quite agitated by it,” Dark said with a shrug.

“I just don’t know if I want to go through the effort,” Mark said finally. “It would be nice to have a break, but I also don’t want to deal with the socialization aspect.”

“You don’t?” Dark actually seemed mildly surprised by this. “This coming from the one who can usually talk anyone and anything’s ear off?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Mark grinned. “I just don’t want people sucking up to me because I’m “famous” or anything.” He held up his fingers in air quotes. “It’s fine though, I’m probably not going to go.”

Figuring that the conversation was over, Mark went back to his work, not noticing the dangerously contemplative look on Dark’s face as he did so.

~~~

The morning of the day of Mark’s high school reunion came and went normally.

Mark worked out, recorded some videos and had just settled down to get some other work done when his phone went off, signaling a received text.

Not thinking much of it, he absently reached over to bring the text up, noting that it was from Dark.

Now that he thought about it, Dark had been suspiciously absent the entire day. Usually he was around Mark’s house, doing this or that. Unobtrusive for the most part, but noticeably around.

The text turned out to be a picture, a selfie to be exact, and Mark really wondered how their uneasy coexistence had turned into him being unsurprised that a being created from his nightmares was sending him selfies.

He really did lead the weirdest life…

Then Mark realized what the picture actually was.

It contained a very familiar (even though he hadn’t seen it in quite a few years) sign that proclaimed the words “Milford High School”.

Dark himself had a mischievous smirk on, as well as Mark’s lucky red flannel!

“Oh that little shit…” Mark muttered, hauling himself to his feet to find something decent to wear.

He had a high school reunion to go to and one very in-trouble egregore to locate…

~~~

Mark arrived at his high school distinctly more ruffled than he would have preferred. Running a hand through his already messy hair, he scanned the vicinity for his doppelganger.

Finding no sign of that familiar red flannel, Mark headed inside, which was thankfully well-lit but unfortunately filled to the brim with people.

This was going to be a chore…

Trying to spot Dark and yet avoid conversation, Mark made his way through the room, grabbing a soda as he did so.

“Mark, is that you?” A voice called out and Mark flinched, turning to see a slightly familiar brunette woman making her way towards him. She looked happy enough to see him, but also slightly confused and Mark thought he knew why.

“I swear I just saw you a second ago!”

And there it was…

Obviously she had seen Dark pass through and was now confused. Though Mark had chosen to wear a similar shirt to the red flannel he knew Dark had on, so hopefully no one would notice the change of wardrobe even if they were confused about Mark seemingly being in two places at once.

“Must’ve seen someone who looked like me from behind or something,” Mark said with a nervous laugh, eyes still scanning the room.

“Must have been…” Her voice trailed off, probably confused by Mark’s lack of attention to the conversation. “Are you looking for someone?”

“Huh?” Mark looked back at her. “Sorry, yeah I am. We’ll have to catch up later though.”

“I’m holding you to that, mister,” She said with a playful shake of her finger and Mark groaned inwardly, making a mental note to avoid her at all costs later on.

Moving on, he ducked down a hallway to catch a break from the main cluster of people. Not all of the hallways were unlocked, only some being open to provide bathrooms for the event, so at least he was catching a break there.

Though Dark could easily get through a locked door, Mark figured that he would find hiding in an inaccessible place to be a bit boring to the little game he was obviously playing.

Mark’s phone went off again, loud in the nearly empty hallway, and scared him half to death. Grinning weakly at the people who had looked up when he’d jumped, Mark pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Another text from Dark, this one a picture of him in an empty bathroom. And where the one from before was fairly normal, in this one he could clearly see Dark’s familiar aura, likely the result of being alone.

However, there was no bathroom in this particular hallway, Mark soon found out. It had only been left open to give people somewhere to spill into in case the main room got too crowded.

“Dammit…” Mark muttered to himself. He texted Dark:

/U are in so much trouble when I find u/

A second later, the response came:

/I’m looking forward to it ;)/

Great, now he was sending winky faces.

As if Mark needed that in his life right now…

Making his way back through the main room towards the other open hallway, he was once again stopped by another woman, this one not even looking vaguely familiar.

“Oh, it’s you again,” she said with a flirtatious little smile, flipping her hair. “Didn’t get enough of me before, huh? Had to come back for more?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play dumb!” She slapped his chest playfully. “You were totally flirting with me before.”

Mark’s teeth gritted together rather painfully.

Oh Dark was really in trouble now…

“Sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else,” Mark said in a forced cheery tone.

“I don’t think so~” The woman trilled, leaning in close enough that Mark could smell her overly sweet perfume. He started to back away, not wanting to seem rude, but really wanting to find Dark and get the hell out of there.

“You really must have met someone else…” He said weakly. Just then, a guy came up behind the woman and wrapped an arm possessively around her waist.

“What’s going on here?” He asked in a tone of voice that Mark unfortunately recognized.

This guy was the jealous boyfriend and he didn’t seem too thrilled to see this woman talking to Mark.

“I was just leaving!” Mark said quickly, starting his backing away again, only this time much more quickly. “Sorry to bother you!”

He could feel the guy’s glare on his back as he turned and hurried away, intent on finding Dark as soon as he possibly could.

Upon sneaking into the bathroom however, he found it egregore-free, the only occupants giving him some strange looks before he ducked out again.

A soft chuckle disarmingly close to his ear had him jolting and turning on the spot, before remembering that Dark could easily skim over his thoughts and see where he was.

“Motherfucker,” Mark muttered under his breath. He sighed when his phone went off again and pulled it out to see the expected text from Dark.

This time the picture was of an empty classroom, with the caption “close”.

“Nothing like being super cryptic.”

How the hell was he supposed to get into a most likely locked classroom?

He didn’t even know what classroom it was!

Not willing to stoop so low as asking Dark for another hint, Mark examined the photo more closely, this time noticing the science equipment in the cabinets lining the walls and some of the more clear titles on the spines of the books.

That was…

Mark turned on his heel to look at the science lab that was straight across the hallway from the bathroom he’d been in.

“Close” indeed…

Trying the doorknob, he found the room open, which he was absolutely sure had not been like  that to begin with.

“Y’know that’s kind of rude, unlocking rooms like that,” Mark said to the seemingly empty classroom, eyes trying to adjust to the lack of light.

The door clicked shut of its own accord behind him and cool fingers brushed Mark’s wrist.

“Stop being an asshole and let’s get out of here. Judging from the couple of people I ran into, you’ve been busy causing mischief and I don’t want to be the source of it.”

“You always say that,” Dark’s echoing voice spoke softly next to his ear. “I think you need to lighten up.”

“Easy to say when you’re not getting threatened by some dude-bro all because your doppelganger hit on his girlfriend,” Mark retorted. He could vaguely see Dark’s form in the shadows in front of him, could definitely hear the distinct ringing of his aura.

“She said I was…?”

“Hitting on her, yeah.” A moment of silence made Mark actually laugh. “Oh my god, did you do that thing again?”

“What ‘thing’?”

“That thing where you don’t even realize that what you’re saying sounds like flirting, even when you don’t mean for it to be?” A soft, almost disgruntled huff had Mark giggling again.

“And her significant other threatened you?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say he actually went that far but his glaring nearly burned a hole in the back of my shirt as I was leaving. Speaking of shirt, who said you could borrow mine?”

“It’s not actually yours, I made a copy of it. But that’s besides the point,” Dark said with a wave of his hand, form more clear now that Mark’s eyes were adjusting to the dim lighting.

“And what is the point then?”

“I’m going to kill that guy.”

“Now you know why I don’t let you go anywhere…”