#C!QUACK COME HOME

[muwapsturniolo]

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 🐰ྀི M & C Sturniolo

✘ fluff, mentions of smoking but that's it.

"Hold the damn camera Chris!"

"M'not the fucking YouTuber, Nick is!" Chris barks back, annoyance clear in his voice.

Matt and Chris were filming a surprise video for Nick's channel. They weren't in the YouTube scene unless they filmed with Nick or went to sell at the influencer parties—YouTube wasn't their thing. Despite the influencer scene not being their forte, the two had been high and came up with the bright idea to surprise their brother and their girlfriend with a bunch of barn animals.

They don't remember exactly how the idea formed, but they were hellbent on doing it. They formed a plan, deciding on setting everything up that following Wednesday when Bunny had ballet early and Nick had a meeting for his brand. It worked perfectly considering Nick would then pick Bunny up and they would come home at the same time.

So here they were, allowing the animal owner, Bianca, inside along with all the animals. "They are going to love this," Chris giggles as he zooms the camera in on the turtle.

"You said you two were surprising your brother and your girlfriend?" both boys nod at Bianca's question, smiles on their faces as they think about the surprise. "That's nice, who's the lucky guy with the girl?"

Before either boy could answer, they hear the front door opening, Nick immediately calling out, "We're home!"

"Hey Nick, hey Bunny," Nick and Bunny come up the stairs, Nick appearing first and stopping in his tracks.

"I'm never leaving the house again. What is going on?!" Bunny furrows her brows in confusion. She was still on the lower part of the stairs so she didn't see all the animals, however when she heard a duck quacking, she was quick to rush up the stairs.

She gasps and drops her bag in excitement, nothing but joy rushing through her veins, her exhaustion long forgotten. Her eyes dart around the living room, looking at all the animals and taking it in. She zeros in on the bunnies and squeals, diving forward and falling to her knees in front of the cage. She begins to talk to the bunnies through the cage, the pair of animal siblings flocking towards her and sniffing her fingers.

Nick walks into the living room fully, still in shock at how his home has been transformed. "Are you two surprised?" Chris asks, shoving the camera in Nick's face.

"In an odd way I am, but I'm not surprised by the activities you two like to do anymore." Chris rolls his eyes and turns the camera to Bunny who is still preoccupied with the bunnies.

"And what about you Bun? You surprised?" Matt asks as he squats down next to her. Instead of answering him, she turns towards Bianca with a hopeful look. "They are so cute! Am I allowed to hold them?!" Matt scoffs as he is being ignored, standing up once more and standing by Chris.

" Of course! If you want you can sit in the cage with them as well."

It's amusing to everyone how the girl climbs into the cage and starts playing with the rabbits, disregarding all the other animals in sight as well as the other people in the room. She looks in her element, in her own world, joy strewn across her face as the animals climb all over her.

As Chris and Matt film Nick, catching him awkwardly interacting with the animals, Bunny remains in the cage, having the time of her life.

It's like the furry animals recognize her as one of their own. The one in her arms manages to propel itself on top of her head, while the other two plant themselves in her lap. Her contagious giggles capture the attention of everyone and they can't help but swoon at the wholesome sight.

"Looks like Bun found her flock," Matt jokes, walking over and taking the rabbit off her head.

"Don't you want to hold one of the other animals' Bun?" She looks at the other animals and shakes her head, going back to feeding her 'people'.

After another hour, time is up and Bianca begins to gather her things and animals. "Come on ma, out the cage," Chris ushers softly, holding his hand out to help her stand up. The girl pouts and holds on to the bunnies. "Do they have to go?" Chris sucks in a sharp breath seeing her pout and her eyes soften.

Matt chuckles, "yes, they do. Come on, we don't want to hold Bianca up." She huffs and begrudgingly sets the animals down, allowing Chris and Matt to help her out of the cage.

As both boys hold on to her, missing her this whole day, Bianca speaks up. "Did you want to help me bring them to the car?" Bunny immediately wiggles out of Matt and Chris's grasp, scooping up one of the bunnies in her arm and bounding down the stairs.

Matt and Chris huff, but begin helping clean up the living room. Eventually, the livingroom was back to normal, the barn smell gone due to the cleaners that came.

Bunny bounds into Chris's room, fresh out of the shower and dressed in pajamas. She plants herself on Chris's lap, disregarding the blunt in his hand as he and Matt smoke. She smiles innocently at them, touching Chris affectionately. They both look at her with low red eyes - they already know she wants something. She never sits on their lap when they smoke, always opting to sit on the bed or going to be with Nick.

"What do you want?

"Who said I want something? I can't sit with my boy-" She stops her lies seeing the look Matt gives her. She huffs and crosses her arms, "Fine, I want a pet bunny."

"No" Matt and Chris answer at the same time. She furrows her brows, her face already going into a pout.

"Why not?!"

"Because none of us in this house are ready for a bunny out of all pets," Matt answers nonchalantly. She knows there is some truth to his words, but she can't help but be a brat about it. She huffs once more and pushes herself away from Chris, going to lie on his bed. She doesn't get far due to Matt turning her around and gripping her jaw softly.

"Drop the attitude, you know I'm right," she whines softly but does as told, knowing that she can't be mad about the truth. Matt chuckles and plants a soft kiss to her lips, " we can get a fish instead."

"Really?" Her eyes glow with excitement. A fish isn't a bunny, but she wouldn't mind settling for an aquatic animal. Matt chuckles and pats her butt, ushering her towards the bed.

"Go to sleep, you have practice tomorrow."

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Two-Face x Gn! Reader drabble

Doll is used as a term of endearment but gn bc tbh, that's peak endearment ngl.

Harvey knows its wrong.

Harvey knows it won't end the way he wants it to, he wasn't even sure if he wanted you or if it was the pain of losing Gilda, but he knew it would only end up with you hurt. Maybe even worse. He tries to use the coin to figure out ways to get over you. Heads, he lifts weights at the court yard to try and get his mind off of you. Tails, he tries to strike up a conversation with some of the other loonies. Yeah, it hurt his head to hear them ramble and babble about who knows what, but it hurt even more having to think about you.

You, his favorite psychiatrist. One who would start off each session with a simple coin toss. Heads, you talk to Harvey first. Tails, you talk to Two-Face. He hates all the times you landed on tails, all the times that monster got to speak to you instead of him, all the times that no-good-gangster got to lavish in your attention and he didn't. However, it's what fate chose and he knew all to well that fate had it out for him, because if it wasn't then maybe you two could have met under different circumstances. He liked when you looked at him, he wasn't sure how to explain it, but he knew when you did. The way your eyes would soften along with his tone and mannerisms when he finally got to switch off with that bastard. It made him smile, almost shy perhaps. He missed it, he missed you, but he closed his eyes and groaned as his thoughts once more came back to you. Rubbing his face with his hands, he rolled over onto his back as his brain was at war with itself.

He needed to stop thinking about you. About you in his arms as you stare at him lovingly with those haunting (e/c) eyes, at images of him flipping a coin to decide if he should surprise you with breakfast in bed or by doing all the laundry, or at the idea of you no longer having to work and staying at home for him, your eyes lighting up as he walked through the door and running up to him excitedly with open arms. It won't come true, he knows it, but he wanted it to so badly.

Two-Face doesn't care.

Ever since your transfer to Iron Gate in Central City, he had become more unruly, more prone to violence and roughousing with other inmates and becoming an overall pain in the ass to all the staff. Harvey'll try and rationalize it for him, that you were a psychologist and that he was just another patient to you, but you can't rationalize with someone who isn't concerned reason and logic. Instead, Two-Face was more concerned that something of HIS was walking around the world, unchecked and unsupervised, and ANYONE could try and get their grubby little mitts all over you. The very idea got his fingers curling into a fist and his knuckles aching to be uppercutting some poor unsuspecting victim. He was mad at the other quacks who thought they could reach the same places you reached, he was mad at the prison warden for approving your transfer to Iron Heights, but he was mostly mad at you for going.

While Harvey skulked, Two-Face schemed. All he could think about were plans to escape Arkham, hunt you down, and drag you back to Gotham. Right where you belonged, beside him. At first, he was just becoming more prone to "disruptive outbursts" but all Arkham inmates get rowdy here and then, then he started becoming difficult during therapy sessions. Not that he wasn't in the first place but with you gone, he didn't want to talk to someone who had the audacity to sat where you sat, who tried to flip a coin and pretend to understand him like you did. Not that you were pretending, deep down, you did understand. You understood that deep down, Harvey Dent was still in there...but you also understood that at the end of the day, Two-Face was staying and never talked about him like he was some imaginary figure Harvey made up in his head that will be cured after a few sessions and a little surgery. It's what he liked most about you, you gave him due respect.

At least he thought you did until you left. It doesn't matter, though, because you're coming back home. Walking out of Arkham Asylum during another prison break, his boys were quick to pick up their boss and give him the run down on you, handing him candid photos of your new day-to-day life. You're just the sweetest when you're oblivious to danger, you know that?

"Should we really do this? I could be putting them in more danger, but maybe this also isn't a bad thing...No, it doesn't change the fact it's still wrong!"

"Quit your whining, Harvey. If you're so concerned about what we should do or not, flip for it."

He takes out his infamous coin. Heads; they change their mind and just drive back to base, another day, another crime in Gotham City. Tails; they prepare a pretty little cell for you and get ready for your little return to Gotham. He throws it up in the air, his eyes staring up at it. His eye on the right is pleading and anxious, waiting for the coin to tell him what to do so he could stop feeling so guilty about wanting to have you to himself. The left side was tense but also maliciously giddy as the coin then fell into the palm of his hand. His fingers curled around it like a fist and he's about to open it to reveal the result of their toss...but he never does.

Instead with a deep sigh, he pockets the coin and he gives his boy's orders on how to observe you, on how to get ready for your return.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), but this is for your own good." Harvey apologizes, standing before your fearful form in your new apartment.

"No it ain't, you just belong to me. Simple as that, doll~" Two-Face boasts, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to his chest.

Harvey knows its wrong, Two-Face doesn't care. Yet, no matter how you flip it, you were doomed either way because that's just what cruel fate had in store for you.

[writer59january13]

Though no political pundit, nevertheless...

I trumpet the withdrawal

of democratic contender from out the presidential race.

Breaking headline news story

courtesy rumor monger premieres

showcasing emphatic groundswell against feeble minded incumbent. Extraordinary turn of current events immediately enlivens the United States populace injecting much needed lively discussion about gerontocracy deliberating for the electorate. Though ill suited for any storied role in American government yours truly (a sexagenarian) could vouchsafe for entrusting the beleaguered state of the union in the hands of a qualified female or male candidate born within Generation X Born 1965–1980.

Upon growing national groundswell of alarm

agonizing, capitalizing, eulogizing, galvanizing, initializing, jeopardizing, polarizing... voters (née namely citizens) of United States plus capital one, buzzfeeding learned folks linkedin courtesy webbed wide world, an earthshaking crisis emboldens an erstwhile

average joe (biden his time) suddenly

chose to loose his humble opinion

across the Internet to affect

an immediate emergency session

of government officials

to address inexorable lurch

toward absolute zero democracy,

which liaison of Democrats and Republicans

necessitates closed door session

to resolve and allay the shear madness

lurking within the outer limits

of the fast approaching twilight zone

where dark shadows

creep toward utter chaos,

cuz our country tis of thee

teeters on the brink of

the astute heads of state,

and even popular stars

in the limelight beseech, implore, and knead the malleable consciences

of sensible sons and daughters

genealogically linkedin to storied personalities fomenting the American Revolution.

Outright riots promise to spill blood

and sacrifice the lives

of at least one anonymous worthy wordsmith, (who might possibly

be an English Major incarnate) in tandem with militant posses submerging

the land of the free

and home of the brave into anarchy

already terroristic subterfuge

rallies quintessential pronouncement

hinting quacking ducks lined in a row

where progostigation of dystopian future

impossible mission to detail

a scenario one cannot even conjure

from an overactive imagination

such as mine flirtation

with the Brave New World

already reflecting the absence of freedoms. Not much effort required

to hypothesize severe limitations

and even harsh measures

taken against me for merely sharing a what if scenario barely even approximating fallout from writing something

so passé as the following.

Haint no walk in the (Linkin) Park

(like back in the day

during the twenty fourth year

of the twenty first century),

I remember fondly as a sexagenarian -

shooting the breeze

on many a temperate mid summer nights dream,

or later at four after midnight nodding off to sleep

listening to deep sleep music

courtesy scouring youtube then mostly free from the electronic eyes of the government, cuz soon sophisticated spyware - linkedin with augmented/ virtual reality and microchips incorporating sensors record critical nodes' details traversed by each bit, where computer hackers given free license to explore weaknesses within system of the down.

Afterwards rigorously tested apps courtesy

south of the borders penned up (think veritable sweatshop) preschoolers,

or applications put thru their paces

by kindergarteners similarly encaged

laboring with their collective cute button noses

to the grindstone sunup to sundown

exception made for little fingers reprieve come holidays or birthday of product tester prior to software being installed on every machine sold for personal use) - ultimately allowed (rather mandated)

by fiat and enabled a self declared autocrat to obtain covert information about another's computer activities by transmitting data covertly from their hard drive - espying websites visited accumulating treasure trove of data - possibly unwittingly hitting the bullseye when subtly targeting and ingeniously lampooning agent provocateur cleverly communicating hidden messages subsequently courtesy from said wiseacre.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Just thinking some very much self indulgent, self insert type shit right now.

Like being in a long term relationship with Bucky, growing so much, so comfortable with each other. You're lovers and best friends. You know one another like the back of your hand. Mannerisms and styles and inside jokes about codependency on one another become normal banter. Neither of you can imagine a life without the other. You have future plans everything seems like right there within reach

But then one day you wake up next to him and it's not lovers and best friends anymore. You spend weeks wondering if it's work schedule or stress, the reason you've grown a part. The little spat here or there becomes a regular case of misunderstanding and Bucky getting angry when you try to 'therapy speak' to him. He can't fucking stand that quack bullshit. The space in the bed between you feels like a canyon of unsaid things, not all of them at all nice.

And then one day, the world sort of just breaks around you both. It's not super villains, it's not wizards or android, it's just Bucky laying in bed facing away from you. He's snoring a little loud like he always does, his long hair splayed across the pillows and getting dangerously close to being on your side. The tears just start pouring out of you before you can silence them. You want to reach out for him, need him to hug you and call you his, but you don't. You curl in on yourself and force your eyes closed.

This goes on for months, another year goes by and it's your anniversary. The usual traditions feel more like a chore than anything else. Bucky accepts your half assed present and smiles a little at the cheesy card. But there isn't a present for you. He forgot or couldn't be bothered, tells you he was going to get you something but then figured if you wanted it you would have bought it already.

And that really makes you think. If you want something you'll buy it. If you want something you'll get it. If you want flirty, a little nervous, and so so passionate Bucky back, you have to do something about it. You have to communicate.

So you tell him. You get all the words and messed up feelings in your head organized and you sit your man down. No phones, no TV, no music, it's just you and Bucky discussing all these issues that he doesn't see, hasn't seen, and can't comprehend where on this fucking planet you could ever have thought he didn't find you sexy or attractive anymore.

When was the last time you kissed me? You ask him, cool and calm because you have the answer you know.

This morning? Yesterday, this past week, he doesn't know. He is certain it couldn't have been more than a week. But it was nearly three months, at your friend's wedding. You'd both gotten a little drunk and made out in the cab home before Bucky passed out in his suit on top of the covers. He can't remember that nightly clearly, it's mostly a drunk haze of he said she said, but for you it was like a spark of the old days. The giddiness and excitement of being young(ish) and in love.

Bucky looks upset. He looks at you like he knows what's going to come out of your mouth next. It can't be helped anymore. The feeling of being over worked and alone all the time has added up to a rotten pile of confusion that neither of you are sure how to sort through.

You need space. He offers to spend some time with Steve, and you tell him no. It's you who needs to go, have your eat pray love moment or whatever the fuck that book was about anyhow.

You stay with a single friend for a little bit. They encourage you to go out and have fun, flirt with strangers. But each time you just think about flirting with Bucky. How his eye crinkle at the edges when he would smile and how the color would rise in his cheeks at your teasing.

After a little bit longer you go and stay with family. You don't stay with them long, unable to explain the break and unwilling to have more and more tedious conversation. They love Bucky and just wish the two of you would come round more often.

Finally, you blow all your savings and rent a cottage on the coast for two weeks, use up all the vacation days you had been saving in hopes you and Bucky would go somewhere fun this year. The local town is nice, an odd mix of locals and families on vacation, but it's mostly safe.

Except for the aliens who invade.

There is panic, of course there is panic, but your first thought isn't to call Bucky. Now that scares you. Aren't moments like this meant to rekindle those emotions you'd been missing? You do send a quick message to Sam, it is one of the big three after all. While you're trying to stay hidden and keep the stragglers surrounding you calm as well, the sound of guns and small ballistic missiles burst through the air followed by more sci-fi sounds.

And just like the incident is contained. Agents surround the town and keep national and international news at bay. Bucky comes to find you, wrapped in one of those crazy shock blankets. He looks rough, and not just from the fight.

"You alright, doll?"

He hasn't called you that in years it feels like. It makes heat rush to your cheeks and giddiness in your stomach flutter to life. It almost reminds you of how you met.

"Um, yeah, Sargent Barnes, I'm sure you have a job to do."

You don't give Bucky enough credit, you know your words will either spark a moment or burn the final bridge of your relationship. You expect him to stare, as he does and grunt before turning his back on you because that's just what acquaintances do.

His cheeks redden for a moment. "Yeah, I think my job's done here, let the real heroes do the clean up. Do you- if you're up for it- want to get a cup of coffee? Assuming a decent shop is still open."

He repeats the words he said to you that first time, though he's a bit relaxed about running off from Steve and Sam. You hold your hand out to him and he grips your fingers with his metal ones. You give him your name because why not? In for a penny in for a pound and you want to ride out this adrenaline and giddiness for all it's worth while you can before you have to have another hard conversation about relationships.

"Bucky." He smiles and it transforms his whole face. For the first time in months, years maybe, you feel hope.

Me? Sloth? Projecting my emotions onto a fictional character and putting them in situations I control? Never.

[just-miru]

hello and welcome to my mess of a blog!

it is i - miru! but y'all can also call me irummna, minura, anurim, rumi, mironica, мирица (mirița) or mirunelul :3

also, here's my art blog - @irummna

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PROUD LULU AND LUTHORICĂ MALHORICĂ SAYER :3

current interests:

horror movies

the Thang™ - whatever is taking over my brain

?????

metal / music in general - multilingual | german music | romanian music | russian music | turkish music | ...

kitty cats :3

being gay over fictional characters

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A

A Cure for Wellness (2016)

American Mary (2012)

Annabelle (2014) *

Annabelle: Creation (2017) *

Annabelle Comes Home (2019) *

An American Crime (2007)

Antichrist (2009)

Antiviral (2012)

Anything for Jackson (2020)

Apostle (2018)

Audition (1999)

The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016)

Await Further Instructions (2018)

*

ABCs of Death: A is for Apocalypse

ABCs of Death: B is for Bigfoot

ABCs of Death: C is for Cycle

ABCs of Death: D is for Dogfight

ABCs of Death: E is for Exterminate

ABCs of Death: F is for Fart

ABCs of Death: G is for Gravity

ABCs of Death: H is for Hydro-Electric-Diffusion

ABCs of Death: I is for Ingrown

ABCs of Death: J is for Jidai-Geki

ABCs of Death: K is for Klutz

ABCs of Death: L is for Libido

ABCs of Death: M is for Miscarriage

ABCs of Death: N is for Nuptials

ABCs of Death: O is for Orgasm

ABCs of Death: P is for Pressure

ABCs of Death: Q if for Quack

ABCs of Death: R is for Removed

ABCs of Death: S is for Speed

ABCs of Death: T is for Toilet

ABCs of Death: U is for Unearthed

ABCs of Death: V is for Vagitus

ABCs of Death: W is for WTF!

ABCs of Death: X is for XXL

ABCs of Death: Y is for Youngbuck

ABCs of Death: Z is for Zygote

ABCs of Death 2: A is for Assassin

ABCs of Death 2: B is for Badger

ABCs of Death 2: C is for Capita Punishment

ABCs of Death 2: D is for Deloused

ABCs of Death 2: E is for Equilibrium

ABCs of Death 2: F is for Falling

ABCs of Death 2: G is for Grandad

ABCs of Death 2: H is for Headgames

ABCs of Death 2: I is for Invincible

ABCs of Death 2: J is for Jesus

ABCs of Death 2: K is for Knell

ABCs of Death 2: L is for Legacy

ABCs of Death 2: M is for Masiticate

ABCs of Death 2: N is for Nexus

ABCs of Death 2: O is for Ochlocracy

ABCs of Death 2: P is for P-P-P-P Scary!

ABCs of Death 2: Q if for Questionnaire

ABCs of Death 2: R is for Roulette

ABCs of Death 2: S is for Spilt

ABCs of Death 2: T is for Torture Porn

ABCs of Death 2: U is for Utopia

ABCs of Death 2: V is for Vacation

ABCs of Death 2: W is for Wish

ABCs of Death 2: X is for Xylophone

ABCs of Death 2: Y is for Yought

ABCs of Death 2: Z is for Zygote

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B

Backtrack (2015)

Barbarian (2022)

The Bay (2012)

Beau is Afraid (2023)

Bedevilled (2010)

Before I Wake (2018)

The Belko Experiment (2016)

Birth / Rebirth (2023)

The Blackcoat's Daughter (2015)

The Black Phone (2022)

Books of Blood (2020)

The Box (2009)

Braid (2018)

The Bunny Game (2010)

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C

Cam (2018)

Cadaver (2020)

The Call (2020)

Carrie (1976)

Case 39 (2009)

Caveat (2022)

Censor (2021)

Cinderella (2006)

Circle (2015)

A Classic Horror Story (2021)

Cleaner (2007)

The Collection (2012)

The Collector (2009)

Come True (2020)

The Conjuring (2013) *

The Conjuring 2 (2016) *

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (2021)

Contracted (2013)

Countdown (2019)

Creep (2014)

Cursed Psychic Viedo XXX (Triple X) (2019)

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D

Daniel isn't Real (2019)

The Dark and the Wicked (2020)

Dead Ringers (1988)

The Dentist (1996)

The Disappearance of Willie Bingham (2015)

The Discovery (2017)

Doctor Sleep (2019)

Dogtooth (2009)

Don't Breathe (2006)

Don't Breathe 2 (2021)

Down (2001)

Dread (2009)

Dumplings (2004)

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E

Excision (2012)

Extremely Wicked Shockingly Evil and Vile (2019)

The Eye (2008)

Eyes of my Mother (2016)

*

The Evil Dead (1981)

Evil Dead II (1987)

Army of Darkness (1991)

Evil Dead (2013)

Evil Dead Rise (2023)

The Exorcist (1973)

Exorcist II: The Heretic (1977)

The Exorcist III (1990)

Exorcist: The Beginning (2004)

Dominion: Prequel to the Exorcist (2005)

The Exorcist: Believer (2023)

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F

Final Prayer (2013)

Flatliners (2017)

Flowers in the Attic (2014)

Fractured (2019)

Fragile (2005)

Fresh (2022)

Frontiers (2007)

Funny Games (1997)

*

Faces of Death (1978)

Faces of Death II (1981)

Faces of Death III (1986)

The Worst of Faces of Death: Faces of Death IV (1991)

Faces of Death V (1995 | unofficial sequel)

Faces of Death VI (1996 | unofficial sequel)

Faces of Death: Facts or Fiction? (1999)

Traces of Death (1993)

Fetus Muncher (1970)

Fetus Muncher 2 (1970)

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G

Get Out (2017)

Ginger Snaps (2000)

Girl in the Basement (2021)

The Girl Next Door (2007)

Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum (2018)

Goodnight Mommy (2014)

Grave Encounters (2011)

Green Inferno (2013)

Grotesque (2009)

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H

The Handmaiden (2016)

Hard Candy (2005)

The Haunting of Hill House (2018)

Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (1986)

Hereditary (2018)

His House (2020)

Hostel (2005)

Hostel 2 (2007)

Hostel 3 (2011)

House (1977)

House of The Devil (2009)

The House That Jack Built (2019)

Human Centipede (2009)

Human Centipede 2 (2011)

Human Centipede 3 (2015)

Hush (2016)

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I

The Immaculate Room (2022)

Impetigore (2019)

Imprint (2006)

Incantation (2022)

Incident in a Ghostland (2018)

Inside (2007)

Insidious (2010) *

Insidious 2 (2013) *

Insidious 3 (2015) *

Insidious: The Last Key (2018) *

Insidious 5 (2023)

The Invisible Man (2020)

Irreversible (2002)

I Saw the Devil (2010)

I Spit on Your Grave (1978)

I Spit on Your Grave 2 (2013)

It Follows (2014)

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J

Jennifer's Body (2009)

Jugface (2013)

Julia's Eyes (2010)

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K

Killing of a Sacred Deer (2017)

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L

Lake Mungo (2008)

La Llorona (2019)

The Last House on the Left (2009)

Last Shift (2015)

Let Her Out (2016)

Level 16 (2018)

The Life of David Gale (2003)

Lights Out (2016)

Livid (2011)

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M

The Maid (2020)

Malignant (2021)

Mama (2013)

Maniac (2012)

Mara (2018)

Martyrs (2008)

May (2002)

The Medium (2021)

Megalomaniac (2023)

Megan is Missing (2011) *

Memories of Murder (2003)

Midsommar (2019)

The Mist (2007)

Monster (2003)

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N

Nekromantic (1988)

Nekromantic 2 (1991)

No One Gets Out Alive (2021)

The Nun (2018) *

The Nun 2 (2021)

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O

Oculus (2014)

Orphan (2009)

Orphan: First Kill (2022)

The Other Lamb (2019)

The Others (2001)

The Other Side of the Door (2016)

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P

Paradise (2023)

Pathology (2008)

Pearl (2022)

Perfect Blue (1997)

The Perfection (2018)

Piggy (2022)

The Platform (2019)

Pontypool (2008)

Possession (1981)

The Possession of Hannah Grace (2018) *

Possum (2018)

The Poughkeepies Tapes (2009)

Pyewacket (2017)

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Q

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R

Rabid (2019)

Raw (2016)

Ready or Not (2019)

Re/member (2022)

The Ritual (2017)

The Room (2019)

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The Sacrament (2013)

The Sadness (2021)

Saint Maud (2019)

Salo (1976)

Saltburn (2023)

Satan's Slaves (2017)

Satan's Slaves: Communion (2022)

Se7en (1995)

The Seasoning House (2013)

The Secret in Their Eyes (2009)

Secret Obsession (2019)

A Serbian Film (2010)

Sightless (2020)

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

She Dies Tomorrow (2020)

The Shining (1980)

Shutter (2004)

Silence and Darkness (2019)

Silence of the Lambs (1991)

Sinister (2012)

Sister Death (2023)

Skinamarink (2022)

Skins (2017)

Smile (2022)

Smile (2024)

The Soviet Sleep Experiment (2019)

Speak No Evil (2022)

Splinter (2008)

Starry Eyes (2014)

Suspiria (1977)

Swallow (2019)

Swallowed (2023)

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Saw (2004)

Saw II (2005)

Saw III (2006)

Saw IV (2007)

Saw V (2008)

Saw VI (2009)

Saw 3D (2010)

Saw: Legacy (2017)

Spiral (2021)

Saw X (2023)

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The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014)

Tale of Two Sisters (2003)

Target (2023)

Taxidermia (2006)

Teeth (2007)

Terrifier (2016)

Terrifier 2 (2022)

Terrifier 3 (2024)

Teeth (2007)

They Look Like People (2015)

Thorough Breds (2017)

Three (2002)

Three... Extremes (2004)

Trauma (2017)

True Fiction (2019)

Truth or Dare (2017)

The Tunnel (2011)

Tusk (2014)

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Unfriended (2014)

Unfriended: Dark Web (2018)

The Uninvited (2009)

Unlocked (2023)

Unsane (2018)

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Veronica (2017) *

Vile (2017)

Villains (2019)

The Visit (2015)

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We Are the Flesh (2016)

We Are What We Are (2013)

What Happened to Monday (2017)

What Keeps You Alive (2018)

The Witch (2015)

The Woman (2011)

Would You Rather (2012)

Wrong Turn (2021)

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You're Next (2011)

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12 Feet Deep (2017)

13 Sins (2014)

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Collision - Chapter 4

Word Count: 3,821

Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 4/?

A/N: Don’t know if I ever mentioned it, but the story takes place before New Moon but after Twilight. It starts at the end of May after the dance, so it’d be the summer before Bella’s birthday in September. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 4

The next time she awoke she was back in sight of the blinding hospital lights. Her head was heavily pounding and the clothes on her body felt alien to her. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the white lights of the sanitized room, but they were suddenly off.

“Back again, Miss Uley?” She recognized the voice, Dr. Cullen. “I’ve already turned the lights off so don’t worry about that.”

Her eyes finally opened to reveal the smooth pale face of the doctor. A wave of calmness rushed over her as soon as her eyes connected with his golden ones.

“What can I say?” She chuckled. “I just couldn’t stay away.”

“Well, it seems you’ve been having a recurring headache, insomnia, memory lapses, and a lack of appetite. It looks like post-concussive syndrome. Your mom told us you were feeling like this for a few days, why didn’t you come back?” Carlisle questioned. He was trying his best to look like he was breathing but if he took even a single breath all his years of self-control would be over in an instant.

“I thought if I could just make it to at least seven days it could clear me from coming back to the hospital, at least as a patient.”

“What do you mean?” This comment had perked the interest of the man. Thoughts raced through his head faster than he could analyze them.

“I was thinking of applying for a medical assistant job here in the hospital. I recently got my degree in biology, and I’ve been thinking of going to medical school after.”

“That sounds like a plan, but let’s work on getting you better first.” It did sound like a good plan to Carlisle. He wanted to be as close as possible to her every single day, but it also meant he would have to work triple as hard to control his thirst. “We’d like to keep you for the next few days and make sure you’re in good health before you can go back to business as usual.”

“How long would a few days be?”

“About four to five days, just to make sure that the symptoms don’t worsen, and we can give you an all-clear.” It would also give him a few days to grow accustomed to her smell. “We can work over that application for medical assistant, make sure it’s something you want to do.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” She smiled at the man in front of her, her heart fluttering with every breath she took. “Thank you, Dr. Cullen.”

“Please, call me Carlisle,” he smiled. “Now, why don’t you continue resting, and whatever you need just call. My office is right down the hall, I’ll be here in no time.”

The girl stared at the retreating form of his body and covered the heat that was rising to her face with her pillow. The butterflies in her stomach had made her uneasy and had her hands shaking. She didn’t understand why she was feeling this way. It had only been a week since her first encounter with the doctor, but those few seconds were enough to have her drooling over the man like a lovesick schoolgirl.

A few days had come and gone quickly. (Y/N) had grown attached to Carlisle, seeing and talking to him every day had felt like a dream. In his free time, she would go over to his office and pick a book to read, which they talked about the next day. They spent hours talking about nothing and everything.

It had been a long time since Carlisle had felt this way, centuries. Being around her had gotten easier each day that passed. Her smell becoming comforting instead of a trigger to the endless hunger for human blood – he’d never had a simple drop of it, but nothing could explain how much he wanted to have hers. Getting to know her had been a welcomed activity by the young doctor. He could spend days upon days listening to the sweet sound of her voice, admiring her curious-filled face when she started a new book – which she read swiftly, taking only a couple of hours to finish most of them.

“Can’t believe you have so many first editions, and you leave them at work.” She ran her hand across the spine of Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment. “I would keep them in a well-preserved chamber, and no one would be able to even breathe on them.”

Carlisle smiled as the girl gawked once again at his book collection. It wasn’t hard to acquire first edition novels when you were alive when they were published. “If you’re impressed by this collection, you’d be completely astonished by the one I have back home.”

“You have more?!” He nodded. The girl shined like a kid on Christmas, her eyes gleaming at the thought of a big library. “Oh, that sounds like a dream.”

“You’re more than welcome to come over any time. It’s always refreshing to meet a literature aficionado such as myself.”

“Really? That’d be amazing!” She grinned brightly. “I could spend all day reading, forget about work.”

The duo laughed. “Too late to withdraw the application but you’re always welcome to pass your downtime in my office.”

“Sounds like a plan,’’ she smiled. “Now, doctor, what will you ever do now that I’m not going to be here every day?”

“Oh, how will I ever go on?” He chuckled. “But if you ever need help during that time, just come by. My office is always open. And hopefully, you’ll visit from time to time on personal time.”

“I’m sure it’s something that can be arranged.”

If there was still blood rushing through his veins, the capillaries in his face would have widened. He felt like he now understood Edward; how being with her made him feel human again. And there was nothing more that he wanted than to take their friendship to another level, but he wasn’t sure if she would ever feel the same. Carlisle knew that she was unaware of the supernatural since (Y/N) had allowed him to be in her life. But what would happen once she knew everything? How could he ever come between her and her family?

“Miss Uley, your mother is here,” a nurse spoke up, peeking her head through the office door. “Discharge papers have already been filed.”

“Thank you, Nurse Dalen. She’ll be out in a moment.” Carlisle smiled.

“Well, the time has come.” (Y/N) took her phone out of her back pocket and handed it to the doctor. He looked at her with a question-ridden gaze. “I’m gonna need your phone number so we can arrange any future endeavors.”

“Right,” he laughed, typing his number into her directory. “I’ll be waiting for that call.”

“I’ll be making it soon enough,” she grinned. “I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you around, Cullen.”

“I’ll see you, Uley.”

She left the office with a huge smile on her face, holding her phone close to her chest. For the first time, she was experiencing something she had heard of most of her teenage years. Once she had met Carlisle all she wanted to do was get to know him better, spend her time with him, just being near him would suffice. It was the first time she was learning what falling for someone was, and even though it was scary, she was jumping in headfirst.

“Hi, honey. Ready to go home?” Allison hugged her daughter for the first time in five days. (Y/N) nodded, truly ready to finally sleep on her own bed.

“So, how are you liking Dr. Cullen?”

“MOM!” Allison laughed at her daughter’s reaction. It was easy to see that (Y/N) had taken a liking to Carlisle Cullen, and vice versa.

“What, darling? If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck.”

“It’s not like that, mom.”

“But you’d like it to be like that.”

“I’m not talking about that with my mother.” (Y/N) placed her cold hands on her cheeks, trying to cool down the warm blood that had rushed onto her cheeks. The cool air of the car’s A/C was only helping her so much.

“I just want you to be careful with that, honey. He’s older than you, technically has kids, and rumor has it he is married.”

A breath hitched in her throat. Married? She knew he had adopted five kids, most of them her age, but not that he was married. Had she read the situation wrong? He didn’t wear a ring, he didn’t mention any relationship, he had no pictures of a woman in his office. Then again, they had only spent five days together at the hospital. She didn’t know what he did when he went home at night, who he went home to at night. (Y/N) shouldn’t feel betrayed—they weren’t anything, and they weren’t on track to become anything.

“Don’t worry, mom. I’ve just been picking his brain about working in the hospital, and he’s been helping me with what I’m gonna be doing this summer.”

“Oh, have you decided what you want to do?”

“I’m gonna get my medical assistant certification. It’s a three-month course then I can work at the hospital.”

“That’s great, honey.” Allison smiled at her daughter from the driver’s side. “Is that where you’d see yourself making a career?”

“Not sure. I want to take this time to see if life in a hospital is truly where I’d like to work – see if medical school would be it for me.”

(Y/N) hadn’t taken the time to focus on her future. In her high school career, she spent her time focusing on the present and piling on as much as she could, and now she had no sense of direction. She would take every day as it came, hoping one day she would find her purpose.

Finally, back home, she hopped off the truck and stretched out her limbs, stiff from the days on a hospital bed. Taking a deep breath of fresh air and basking in the afternoon sun. The cold that had seeped into her bones from the hospital melted off, and she smiled feeling the warmth surround her.

“Why don’t you go upstairs, honey?” Allison told her daughter. “There’s a surprise waiting for you in your room.”

(Y/N) smiled and quickly made her way up the stairs to see what her mom meant. Opening the door, tears forming in her eyes. Her room had done a 180-degree turn. The walls had been painted a light beige color, and plants hung from the walls bringing warmth to the room. The bed was adorned with a white cover, and a fluffy duvet to keep her warm at night. A wooden frame sat atop the bed dressed in white linen and ivy vines. A bookcase lived in the corner of her room, filled to the brim with her collection of hardbacks and peppered with potted plants. Opposite the bed was a small desk with a dark green suede chair, her laptop set up in the workspace. Her room finally felt like hers.

“Do you like it, honey?”

“Mom, did you do this?”

“I wish I could take credit, but your brother and your friend Paul came over when I was at work and redecorated. I was actually surprised that they even came over.”

“I’ll have to thank them,” (Y/N) grinned. Even though their relationship was strained at the moment, and she had yet to see Paul since coming back, she was glad that they had taken time out of their days to do this for her. “I’ll go over to Sam’s house for a bit, maybe now he’ll have time to see me.”

“Why don’t you go tomorrow, honey? You should take it easy.”

“I feel a lot better, mom. You don’t have to worry too much.”

“I’m your mother, I’ll always worry. If you’re gonna go out, go see Jacob. He was really worried about you.”

“I will.”

(Y/N) kissed her mother’s cheek and grabbed her bag to head out. Her first stop was to the Black residence. Jacob saw her coming down the street and ran out to wrap her in a hug. When she collapsed last week, he had been very concerned when she collapsed in his garage. Jacob was glad that she had made a full recovery and was now back home, with minimum side effects showing. The visit was short, only a quick hello to ensure the boy that she was okay.

After spending some time with Jacob, she walked towards Sam’s house – she hoped to catch Paul there too since she had heard he now spent his time there alongside Jared Cameron. It hadn’t clicked in her head why Paul would ever hang out with her brother and Jared. Even when they were back in middle school, he never paid them any mind, having a separate friend group. She had only become his friend by spending time with him away from school, and her brother had always disliked them together, claiming he was a bad influence.

Outside of the small house, (Y/N) could hear the low chatter of manly voices, a higher-pitched one joining after. There was no mistaking that Sam was home. She started feeling nervous as she raised her hand to knock on the door. The shaky limb was able to make contact with the blue door twice before it opened wide open, revealing a shirtless Paul Lahote.

“(Y/N)?” He questioned. Paul knew she was back, but Sam had given him clear instructions to stay away from her due to their situation.

“Hey, Paul. Long time no see, huh?” The girl smiled at her friend that now towered over her. A few years ago, they were still of the same stature, but too much time had passed since then. She went in for a hug, and Paul cut it short – worried she might note his burning temperature. “Is Sam home?”

“Uh, yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, turning towards the kitchen. “Sam! (Y/N)’s here.”

The older male appeared in front of them, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Hey, (Y/N). Good to see you’re doing better. What brings you around?”

“I just wanted to thank you both for what you did in my room. Mom told me you worked on it while we were away. It’s a dream.” Sam smiled at his younger sister and shared a hug with the smaller girl.

“I’m glad you liked it, (Y/N). We wanted to give you a place where you could rest better after the accident. It’s the least we could do.” The alpha could hear the duo that was left in the kitchen had grown curious about who was at the door. “Do you want to come in for a bit?”

“Are you really inviting me in?” (Y/N) was taken aback – the last thing she thought was that she would get that invitation.

“Yeah, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Sam responded, keeping his doubts of the encounter to himself.

(Y/N) walked through the threshold and instantly felt the warm aura that emanated from inside of the house. It was a welcoming environment that she had grown to love from her own mother’s house. She walked behind Sam, Paul following behind them. `There was nothing that could prepare her to the sight she was met with.

In front of her stood a beautiful woman. She had tan skin, long black hair, and a beautiful smile. But there was something that stood out to her, something she was sure stood out to everyone – three long gashes ran through the front of her face. Yet, they didn’t distract from the alluring atmosphere that surrounded her. Sam moved to her side, and (Y/N) quickly connected the dots and figured that was Emily Young. The Uley girl wanted to be indifferent to her presence, knowing how one of her friends had been hurt by the union in front of her, she couldn’t help but note the love that radiated from the pair. It had been a long time since she had seen her brother as happy as he looked as he stared at his fiancé.

“(Y/N), it’s an honor to finally meet you.” Emily stretched out her hand towards the girl, which (Y/N) gladly took. “Sam has told me so much about you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” (Y/N) joked. “Hopefully, we’ll have a chance to get to know each other more. I’d love to get to know the woman my brother is set to marry.”

“I’m sure we’ll have enough time now that you’re back.” Emily smiled and grabbed a basket filled with muffins, offering them to the girl. (Y/N) gladly took the baked good in her hand, picking at it and placing the piece in her mouth – a wonderful taste that quickly melted in her mouth. “You’re welcome over any time. Any family of Sam is family to me.”

“Thank you, Emily. I’ll be sure to take you up on that.”

Not much time passed before Sam had cut the meeting short, claiming there was something important the duo had to do. “We should do this another time, (Y/N). Paul and I have to go.”

“Go where?” (Y/N) questioned. “It’s already night, not much to do.”

“I can’t really tell you, sis. But it’s important.”

“So still guarding secrets?” Sam shrugged. “It’s fine, Sam. I’m growing used to it.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I can take a hint, Sam. I know when I’m not wanted,” (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you for the muffins, Emily. They were divine. I’ll be sure to take you up on that offer and visit sometime soon.”

“Of course, (Y/N). I’m sorry we had to cut this short.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you guys.” (Y/N) took her bag and exited the house. She was confused on why Sam had welcomed her in only to have her leave soon after – there was something big he was hiding, and she needed to find out what it was.

“(Y/N), wait up!” Paul jogged up to her, turning her around. “Look, I hope you understand that we’re not trying to push you away on purpose. There are things that Sam is protecting you from.”

“Like what, Paul? What danger could possibly be surrounding us that he would stray from his family?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s not my place to tell you, (Y/N). As much as I hate keeping this from you, Sam would not allow it to come from anyone but himself.”

“Are you serious? What kind of power does he have over you?”

“PAUL!” Sam shouted, gaining the attention of his beta. “Let’s go.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I hope one day you’ll forgive us.” Paul kissed her forehead and went to meet up with his alpha.

(Y/N) stood still as she watched their bodies disappear into the woods. She debated whether to follow them for a brief second, but she was exhausted. She left back home with a million questions running through her head. The pair of Sam and Paul was a strange view, and she was determined to get to the bottom of things.

When she got home, (Y/N) noticed her mother asleep on the couch, the tv in front of her still playing. The years that passed were clear on her face, the worry that she carried for both her children plastered in the lines of her face. She could see the exhaustion that she held, years of caring for two kids by herself taking a toll on her. (Y/N) grabbed a blanket and laid it on top of her mother’s body, making sure that she was warm during the night. She left a kiss on her cheek, thankful for everything her mother had sacrificed for her.

After showering the day off, (Y/N) changed into her pajamas and laid in bed staring at her phone’s screen. She thought if she stared at it long enough a message would magically pop up. Minutes passed and her phone kept silent, not a single notification appearing on the screen. She scrolled through her directory until it landed on the newest listing. Carlisle Cullen, it read. Her finger clicked on it and selected new message.

Her fingers danced atop the keyboard of her phone, no words coming to her mind to send to the doctor. Should she even send him a message? What if he truly was married? She would never want to come between a couple. But her fingers did not follow her thought train. Unconsciously, they started typing away a message and before she could analyze her actions, she sent the message.

Hi, Carlisle. It’s (Y/N). I made it home okay and don’t have any symptoms, seems like you fixed me up! Anyways, wanted to know if you possibly had some free time this weekend to join me for some dinner at La Bella Italia. Hope you had a good rest of the day at work!

Her jaw fell when her screen read message sent. There was no way to delete it now. It was out there, and it would make its way to his phone. (Y/N)’s head fell onto her pillow and muffled a scream that escaped from her throat. This feeling was alien to her, and she was learning what steps to take to grow closer to the astonishing man. Minutes felt like an eternity to (Y/N), thinking that she had imploded the friendship she had built with the man over the past week.

Beep.

The sound from her phone caught her attention. She scrambled for her phone and quietly shrieked at the words on her screen.

Hello, (Y/N). I’m glad you’re feeling better, hopefully, no symptoms will arise once more. And I did have a good day at work, although I missed our afternoon book chats. I have a free day on Sunday. Tell me a time and I can meet you in Port Angeles. Hope that day is good for you.

“He said yes. If he were actually married, he wouldn’t have said yes,” she thought.

So, she typed back.

I’m glad you had a good day, and the book chats have an easy fix. I’m just a phone call away. As for Sunday, it’s a perfect day. I think around 5:30 would be a good time for dinner. Let me know if it works.

Sent.

Seconds later, another beep.

I’ll make sure to schedule those calls then. 5:30 sounds perfect. I’ll see you there. Have a good night, (Y/N).

See you then, Carlisle. Good night. 😊

(Y/N) smiled at her phone, joy wanting to burst from her body. She was reveling in this new feeling and the happiness it brought her. If it was Carlisle, it was worth it, she believed.

That night she went to sleep with the biggest smile she had experienced in her life. Unbeknownst to the life-changing moments that were to follow this meeting.

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[vneuns]

half a heart

pairing : c!dream x gn!reader

warnings : angst? sort of

word count : 0.9k

a/n: i meant to publish this last night but i ended up falling asleep lmao

Dream stood silently in front of you as he watched you spill your heart out to him telling him what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. There was too much joy in his manipulation. It was addicting, and he just couldn’t stop.

“Please listen to me.” Your cheeks were stained with tears and the beige cardigan was doing nothing to warm your cold body. “I’m listening to you Y/n but what you’re saying doesn’t interest me.” You sucked in a breath. Knowing he didn’t mean it.

Unless he did… No. No no no of course he didn’t mean it. This was Dream but not your Dream. You didn’t know when whoever this was in your boyfriend's body but all you knew was that you wanted him gone.

“I think you should go.” You whispered you whipped away at the water on your cheeks. Everything in you screaming to tell him that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted him to talk to you. That’s all you wanted. All you’ve wanted for a while.

“Yeah I think that’s a good idea.” And with that he picked up his purple enchanted sword and left your shared home.

The second the door closed you had fallen to your knees the wall you had put up in front of your boyfriend now crumbling down leaving you a crying mess on the floor.

Never in the three years of your relationship with Dream did you ever have an argument so bad that he’d leave without apologizing, or without reassuring you he’d be back.

You were woken up by multiple harsh knocks on your door. You got up groggily yelling that you were coming.

Your eyes were bloohshot red, spending most of your night curled in a ball balling your eyes out whilst cuddling your boyfriends cold pillow that had smelled of him.

When you opened the door you were surprised to find Quackity on the opposite side with a distressed look on his face. “Hey quack what’s-.”

“It’s Dream. They locked him up last night.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and confusion. “Wha- for what?”

“They won’t tell us anything but I heard Sam talking to schallt about mind control or something.”

“Are they gonna kill him?” You whispered timidly nibbling at one of your knuckles, something you tended to do when you were stressed out. “I’m not too sure, but I’m gonna go tell the others are you going to be alright?” You nodded giving him a fake smile he couldn’t see through to put down his worries. “Okay I’ll be back later on.” Once the door was closed a raspy breath left your mouth, the tears forming just as they did the night before.

Of course you and everyone else knew about your boyfriends psychopathic tendencies, but you hadn’t realised how bad it had really gotten. Yeah maybe you were blinded by the fact that you had known the man for so long that the thought of him hurting other people never crossed your mind.

You leaned against your front door sliding down it as the tears came faster now, you realizing just how blind you had been this entire time.

-

A few weeks had passed and you hadn’t left your house at all for anything. Of course your friends would come by and check on you or bring you food, but it never worked. They'd always just end up finding you on your bed wearing or holding Dreams sweater like it was the end of the world.

And even after he was granted visitation rights you refused. You couldn’t bring yourself to push down the pain you were feeling to go visit someone who had been wanting to hurt people for so long.

All of his best friends would try and convince you to go, because he was “just as bad as you” but you ignored their attempts. As much as your heart was pleading with you to go visit the love of your life, your brain knew you wouldn’t last two seconds in the same room as him without breaking down.

That was until Phil visited. “I’m not going to visit him Phil I don’t care what you say, or do, I’m not going. I can’t” Your voice was muffled into your pillow hair disheavealed and you didn’t smell the best but no one pointed it out knowing it was most definitely not the time.

“I didn’t come here to talk about him, or force you to do anything. I came to talk about you.” He sat himself on the chair in the corner of your room that faced the bed.

“What about me? I’m an emotional mess because i was to blind to realize that my own boyfriend was a psychopathic manipulator that tried to brainwash everyone.”

“No, I don't want to know about the obvious.” He told you light heartedly.

“I want to know what’s going on inside that brain of yours.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You moved your head a bit so you could see him clearly out of one eye.

“I miss him, I miss him a lot.” Phil nodded waiting for you to continue. “But after that fight and him practically pushing me away, i just felt like self isolation would be best.”

The blonde man across from you nodded once again as he leaned back in the cushioned seat. “you need to go visit him.”

“I can’-.”

“you can and you will not if ands or buts about it Y/n.”

[britishassistant]

I HAVE A CRAZY IDEA- YOU KNOW THOSE ALTERNATE REALITY SWITCHEROO- OKAY SO WHAT ABOUT THIS. VILLAIN YUU AND REPORTER YUU WAS JUST CHILLING WITH THE CHAOS AS THE CIVILIANS/VILLAINS/HEROES AND MINIONS JUST DUKE IT OUT BUT THEN ONE OF THEM ACCIDENTALLY PUNCHES A BUTTON ON A MACHINE THAT BLASTS BOTH OF THE YUU'S AND BAM BOTH OF THEM SWITCH PLACES.

THE OG VILLAINS AND HEROES ARE DEATHLY TERRIFIED BECAUSE YUU JUST LOOKS SO VILLAINY AND EVIL WHILE THE SWAP VILLAINS ARE HAVING A STROKE ABOUT YUU BECAUSE THEY LOOK A LOT MORE NORMAL.

OG VILLAINS: YUU? WHAT HAPPENED?

VILLAIN!YUU: S c r e a m

SWAP CIVILIANS: VILLAINOUS YUU?? U H-

REPORTER YUU: oh god. an alternate reality.

THE EFFECT LASTS FOR A WEEK AND THE OG VILLAINS ARE A LITTLE CONCERNED BECAUSE YUU IS ACTUALLY GOOD WITH COMING UP WITH SCHEMES AND ALL WHILE SWAP CIVILIANS ARE JUST CONFUSED BECAUSE OF YUU NOT REACTING ON THEIR ADVANCES

OG VILLAINS: uh, y u u?

VILLAIN YUU: *building a doomsday device* yeah?

OG VILLAINS: watcha got there?

VILLAIN YUU: a smoothie.

SWAP CIVILIANS: yuu, you are so gorgeous/handsome/beautiful/you look like vil

REPORTER YUU: thanks

CROWLEY IS QUACKING AT BOTH OF THEM- THE OG VILLAIN CROWLEY IS VERY PROUD AT YUU WHILE THE OTHER ONE IS ALSO PROUD BECAUSE YUU ISN'T GETTING FLUSTERED ANYMORE AT THESE CIVILIANS THEY ALSO USE THEIR FEDORA TO GET AWAY FROM THEM AND THE COPS

@era-the-witchy-birdkid said: One of the TWST villains invention has blown up and has swaped Reporter Yuu with the harrassed supervillain Yuu, who was the unlucky villain whose invention did it. And what happens in both worlds before it is fixed.

Anonymous said: Some part of me that craves angst thought about what the if superhero!Yuu met villain!Yuu. Maybe a certain lazy cat laid on the controls of a alternative universe hopper and accidentally brought the ‘good’ version in for a visit. Of course, the Supervisor would help the Perfect home, but afterwards wonders “Why do they get to be happy and I don’t?”

Anonymous said: What if civilians!NRC meet reporter!yuu, like villain!yuu was making a multiverse type of machine but then one of them press the button and BOOM reporter!yuu is there

Thank you for the asks, dear anons, Era-the-witchy-birdkid, and Glerpsartdump!

The OG villains are initially a lot more cautious when confronting Villain!Yuu...right up until one of them opens their mouth and Villain!Yuu literally cringes away, and goes to hide under the covers in Yuu’s apartment bed. Then they’re just gently approaching them, like a frightened wild animal.

Villain!Yuu is the most terrified. Of course, it figures that those weirdos would even make better villains that Yuu does. Just another way in which Yuu is a failure of everything they’re supposed to be. At least Yuuken is here too, even if he’s a bit awkward around them.

It legitimately upsets the villains to see the normally stubborn and brave Yuu like this. Especially Divus, given that Yuu keeps flinching away from him. He prods them a little, and manages to gather that their version of Crowley basically told them repeatedly that the other villains would only try to get closer to Yuu take advantage of their status as heir, and that there’s no other reason why people would try to interact with them. They’re pathetically grateful for even a ruffle of their hair, let alone a hug.

Crowley just points to this as a sign of his wisdom and kindness, see if he hadn’t abandoned Yuu, they would have ended up like this! Is he not ki—Crewel shoots him a death glare and Crowley immediately shuts up.

It makes the villains become determined to never see Yuu be forced into taking control of the League.

Meanwhile Villain!Yuu is just happy that the villains aren’t trying to fluster them or take their place as successor. They’re still a little scary, but it’s so much easier to just talk to them as equals rather than trying to pretend to be scarier than they are to civilians. Plus they don’t even try to break Yuu’s inventions!

The sad thing is Villain!Yuu knows why Reporter!Yuu gets to be happy and they don’t. It’s because Villain!Yuu was raised by Crowley, and they’re a failure of a creation. At least the other Yuu found happiness outside of that idea, which means Yuu could do the same once they take over the league.

Crewel makes Villain!Yuu promise to ask his other self to meet his sister and her husband to get piano lessons when they return. He sends them back with some of his personal notes on his Yuu’s development to help convince him of the benefits.

Reporter!Yuu takes one look at Villain!Yuu’s life and declares they’re adopting them as their new sibling and taking them home with them. Sorry V!Yuu universe, too bad, so sad.

Now Reporter!Yuu just has to figure out how to steal Villain!Yuu after they switch back.

They’re at least glad that Yuuken, Grim, and the other starter minions are still with them, and that the civilians seem to look out for them for the most part, even if they’re a little awkward around Reporter!Yuu.

The NRC civilians don’t like it as much when Reporter!Yuu uno-reverses their flirting right back onto them, and calls them out on freaking out their Yuu so much all the time. They’ve been held in hostage situations by dangerous supervillains who think holding an entire restaurant hostage is an appropriate date, this bunch of flirts can’t even make them break a sweat. They aren’t even trying to pretend to be a villain, but they seem almost...more dangerous, somehow? Too attractive, help.

Crewel is pleasantly surprised when experiment #Y26(B) asks to spend time with him, and even knows a song about how evil he is! Maybe he should spend some more time with the original #Y26(A)...?

Crowley hears about this other Yuu, but never actually gets to see them. He’s too busy trying to deal with this odd new hero in a fedora who’s tp’d his entire office, stolen his car and house keys, and locked him in a broom cupboard that’s oddly resistant to all attempts he makes to get out.

Yuu buys a pad of sticky notes and tries to leave messages that will boost their other self’s self confidence all around the lair, just in case their plan to stealadopt their counterpart doesn’t work. They’re going to let the other Yuu know that they don’t have to take this, that they are strong enough to get out and do what they want to with their life, in whatever way they can, by hook or by crook.

They make a brief trip out to the country, and leave an identical fedora on Villain!Yuu’s bed with a note that says: For when you want to take that step.

[potter-imagines]

Meadow (George Weasley x Reader)

Prompt: Hi, maybe fred or george (you can choose) and the reader are spending the afternoon in a flower meadow together? (sorry for my english, it's not my first language)🙈😊

Notes: okay I'm sure spring break isn't a thing at hogwarts but for this write, it is . hope you enjoy !!

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff cause everyone loves george

Word Count: 3.5k

Spring break was winding down to a close as early April broke through. New life was brought to fruition as the snow from the harsh winter evaporated into the ground. Outside the grounds of the Weasley’s home were fields and fields of open land. Flowers sprouted in every step creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Those tumbling plains seemed to extend for miles beyond the horizon. Just beyond those grassy hills and slopes was a large, secluded meadow.

It was the early hours of a Saturday morning when a pair invaded the area far before the sun began to rise. The meadow Y/n and George had been occupying seemed to be the perfect location to view the birth of the new season. The perfect spot to enjoy each other’s company. Soon they would be ushered back to Kings Cross and board the Hogwarts Express- George for his last time and Y/n, well it certainly wouldn’t be her last time, no matter how hard she dreamed it was. The topic of George leaving Hogwarts was one the couple tip-toed around. Break was only two weeks but that meant two extra weeks for the pair to be together. With the school year tumbling to an end, George would be leaving school soon with his brother to start his dream and Y/n would be stuck needing to finish her last year at Hogwarts alone. The girl was a year below her boyfriend and although it never caused any friction for the pair, the gap was finally giving them issues.

In George’s mind, arriving to his last school year was both an accomplishment, and a burden. As excited as he was to finally leave those stone walls that held him back, the last thing he wanted was to leave her behind. It didn’t make any of the pain easier knowing that he’d be leaving alongside Fred earlier than the rest of their classmates. Y/n had been the only other living soul Fred and George had filled in on their grand exit plan. They needed someone to keep guard and be a lookout so who better than the one person they trusted not to run their mouth.

There was a heavy smell of earth in the air, mixed with the faint odor of new growth. The vivid green leaves and the cheerful colors of the blossoms are a feast. Flowers popped up from the soiled ground and the fruit hanging from the trees were starting to come to life.

The couple had spent a good portion of their break at the secluded meadow. In a way, it became their little secret spot. Not that it was a secret location by any means. Fred and George had discovered the meadow a few years back when they had ventured miles away from the burrow. The boys were always adventurous, especially when Molly and Arthur finally allowed them free range outside the family home when they were eleven. There were miles and miles of tall grass and woodland that made it easy to get lost. Of course with Fred and George, losing their way was never a worry. When the boys stumbled upon the breathtaking meadow, George seemed to be the only one interested in their find. Fred had wandered off into the section of forest they entered through, his attention captured by a group of baby deer camouflage in the woods. For years George would wander back to the meadow on his own when he needed a break from the loudness of his siblings or grew tired of Ron trailing on his coattails every turn. He promised himself he would keep the spot to himself, let it be his own private sanctuary. This plan ran smooth for a few years before George made the exception to break the rule for one person only.

But for now, the two could only take advantage of the time they had together and they didn’t intend to spend a second apart. It looked as if Y/n and George had stepped straight into a storybook. The grass was Eden-green and thigh-high to a thrush. A neon-blue ribbon of river ran through the ground in a squiggle line. A party of bright yellow ducklings scattered in the calm water, small quacks filling the air. Chirping and sweet songs from the birds made that feeling of Spring become a reality. Buzzing bumble bees and wildflowers sprung along the land. The sounds of nature engulfed the girl whole as she melted into the soft grass.

“I could stay here for the rest of my life- away from people, away from the world. It’s peaceful.” Y/n hummed softly. Her large doe eyes observed the clouds that formed a perfect line-up in the baby blue sky, as if they were boats safely moored in celestial harbour. Peeks of sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the fluffy clouds casting a shimmering light as they danced slowly by in the sky. Just a moment before she was listing off all the animals and objects she saw in the sky. Now she was considering the thought of staring at them forever.

George stole a quick glance down where she laid in his lap. Strands of her h/c hair flowing across his legs and hands. It tickled against his skin as a light breeze swept past. Her abrupt words had caught him off guard. He had missed the sound of her voice for the last hour, although adored the trance-like state of happiness that she was in so he was constantly biting his tongue to keep his thoughts from pouring out. Now that she was somewhat back to earth, he was eager to chat. Tilting his head in her direction George raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” He questioned.

A smile graced her lips as she nodded in confirmation. The land was beautiful, unlike anything she had seen. There certainly weren’t any meadows with such serenity as this in the city of London. For once in her life she could hear the sound of her heart beating in the quietness of the open land and she loved it. No cars honking, no crabby cityfolk shoving their way through crowds, no taxi drivers screaming at pedestrians to move, no bright lights, just nature and all of its creations.

Extending her arm, Y/n pointed out to the land. George followed her direction to see she was gesturing to a small section of the meadow that was surrounded by an eyecatching army of poppies and bellflowers. A large willow tree stood towering over the side. In the middle was a bare section- large enough for a home to fit. Y/n grinned in excitement as she suddenly sat up straight.

“Yeah. Build a little cottage, start a garden, maybe even a family… I think it would be lovely.” She said dreamily. Her eyes looked up to George in wonder, silently asking him to share his opinion. Mirroring her previous actions, George scanned the meadow. He placed his hand against his chin, pretending to think long and hard about her idea. Y/n giggled besides him and shoved him lightly on the shoulder. He chuckled in response and leaned back into the log supporting him. George nodded in agreement to the pondering dream.

There was a casual grace to the meadow, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. It was quaint and humble yet glowing in - like a glorious mansion hidden away in a forest. A hidden gem that was to be kept away from the rest of society. Their own little happy place that opened and bloomed just for them. There was something so magical about the meadow that George couldn’t pass it up. It felt like fate leading him there- leading them.

“Think we could make that work. The family part is a definante- it’s just building a home that’ll take a bit of time. We could get started on making a family of our own right now-” George was cut off when a hand clamped over his mouth. Although he was only joking, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

“George-” She warned playfully.

“Or in a few years. But living out here would be nice. ‘S not like I got to worry about commuting for work. It’d be a nice escape from the shop once we get business running, and once you graduate. Not to mention moving out here would mean I’d get to see more of you in that pretty dress. Flowers in your hair... you look so enchanting, darling.” A bashfulness struck Y/n to her core at his words. Her eyes instinctively shot down to the grass as a paint of red rose to her face. George’s heart quite literally stuttered at her reaction. Making her blush, seeing her smile because of something he said never failed to bring a sense of happiness to George. That damn smile, he thought to himself. He was sure she could convince him of anything when that innocent look took over. It was natural for her. Y/n was simply ethereal in every way.

His hand brushed as gently as a feather across the skin of her cheek. Pushing the daisy back in place behind her ear, George drew his hand down from her ear to her neck. Gripping her softly George pulled her towards his body, lessening the space between the pair. Dipping his head he leaned in towards the girl until their lips were only inches apart. He smirked teasingly, ready to make a remark when Y/n took matters into her own hands.

Linking her hand around his chin she pulled his face in hers with a deep kiss. Although she initiated the gesture, it was George’s response that made her lose all sense of control. His large hands moved from her face to her waist in an instant. Much to Y/n’s surprise he lifted her without warning, still holding her lips in his, and placed her in his lap so she was facing him. Her hands instinctively switched to wrap around his neck for stability. Fingers gripped at his short ginger locks as she adjusted her hips into his.

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as her entire body got weaker. She could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses. Everytime their lips met a rush of adrenaline and love ran through her veins. The muscles in her body went limp at his touch, jelly like. George held a tight lock around her waist keeping her steady against him. He slipped his tongue against her mouth, visibly shuddering when she slid her tongue against his in return. Tension was pooling by the second as the kiss intensified. Y/n’s strawberry dress cascaded down the side of legs as she repositioned in his lap earning a groan from George. Hot breath fanned against her face briefly at her movements. His hand darted from the small of her back to the exposed skin on her upper thigh, pushing her further into his body. The vibration of his voice against her lips and the tight grip of his hands on her thighs sent shivers down her spine. His kiss was sweet, like a long awaited embrace. Stars blurred her vision as George gripped her against his chest. The moment was quickly turning into a not so innocent kiss causing Y/n to slowly detach her lips from his. As she pulled away she remained sat in his lap, fingers brushing along the skin of his face as she admired his beauty. A smug smile was displayed on his face while he repositioned his hands behind his body to hold the pair up. Still holding his face in her palms, Y/n pressed forward to scatter a line of kisses on his cheeks. He chuckled in amusement before her kiss latched to his mouth once more. Between short and passionate pecks she fought for words to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted to tell him all the emotions of love and desire he brought onto her. Tell him how she could never live with another- how he was the only one she wanted for the rest of her life.

“You’re too good to me, George.” She whispered against his lips. The lack of space between them was intoxicating. Heat emanated from George’s cheeks as he desperately attempted to regain his breath and compose himself. His chest was light with air caused by the sweetness of the girl before him. A small smear of glitter lip gloss covered his bottom lip in a shine.

George tasted a hint of bubble gum as his tongue swept along the skin of his bottom lip.

“I’d give you the whole world if I could but I’m afraid I don’t have the coins for that yet, princess.” Pressing his forehead against hers, George hummed the words. Y/n shook her head with a smile as she countered his grand proposition with one of her own.

“All I need is a quaint, cozy cottage out here and you… well a dog or a kitten would be nice too.” She laughed.

George could only stare at her in that moment. Her words registered although the naturalness to her beauty was too much for him to process. The sun hit her back in with such purpose it was as if she were an angel breaking through the sky. Her strawberry midi dress flowed down her sides and pooled in between his legs. Pretty pink satin clung to her form. The sparkling red strawberries fitted her perfectly. The ruffles on her shoulders gave her the look of a cottage princess, a fairy even. Hair flowing freely in the wind, it was a sight he’d never grow tired of seeing. He’d never seen someone as breathtaking as her.

Taking advantage of his silence, Y/n looked up to George in seriousness. His large brown eyes stared lovingly back to her. Gesturing to the meadow surrounding them, Y/n asked him,

“Do you think you’d be happy out here?”

George tore his stare from the girl to scope out the land once more. All the years he spent wandering down here alone in his mind and looking for some sort of answer to life, now he had found it. He could already picture where he would build a playset for the children and where he’d be able to make a small Quidditch pitch to teach your future kids. Ideas were forming for the house and how many rooms you’d both want. George was thinking somewhere around eight- extra room for more kids. Mapped out where the house would go, where he’d build a garden for you, figured out what tree would be perfect for him to put together a treehouse with Fred for the kids, and where the path would go towards the lake. The layout was quickly forming and he wanted in.

Y/n watched in curiosity as the thoughts swarmed through her lover’s head. She could see him intently thinking things over, then smiling before tilting his face back down at the girl. His head moved down so his lips could press against the skin of her forehead as he kissed her.

“Darling, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be more than happy.” He reassured her.

Y/n melted into the warmth provided by his lips. Her body leaned into his, desperate for more of him. George wrapped his arm around her shoulder tightly and fixed his body so he was sitting tall. She clung to his frame like a koala to a tree, burying her face into the material of his hoodie.

“Once I graduate?” Her muffled voice vibrated against his sternum. George ran his fingers up and down her spine as he held her tight.

“Once you graduate.” George repeated sincerely. Although they’d gone over the conversation a million different times, Y/n couldn’t help the shadow of doubts that crept into her mind. She trusted George with all her heart- every inch of her being but they’d be living in two separate worlds for a year and she worried that was something he might not want. Maybe he would realize he wanted to be with a girl his age, or someone older, someone not stuck at Hogwarts. Even without reason for worry, it still came.

Remaining in his hold yet moving back slightly, Y/n’s eyes darted to the flower covered ground. Her fingers ran along the petals absentmindedly as she worked to find the courage to speak. Her shift in emotions did not go unnoticed by the boy. George focused on the look of contemplation adorning her. As adorable as she looked, he hated seeing her in the slightest bit of distress. This went for any situation whether Y/n was stressed about a class, feeling ill, or just sad because she’s hungry, George does everything in his control to fix it for her.

“You’ll wait for me?” The sudden question took George aback. Her tone was a mix of innocence and fear. His confusion arose for the grave manner of her inquiry. Even if her worries were astonishingly unworldly to George, he knew better than to shut down her insecurities brashly. If the topic at hand weren’t so significant to their relationship, he might even crack a joke. However the seriousness in her features was not to be ignored.

George reached out to interlock his fingers through her warm hands. That comforting smile of his graced his face as he brought her knuckles up to his lips and placed a trial of kisses along the bones.

“Of course I’ll wait, love. No other girl I’d want to spend the rest of my life with- no other girl I want to call my wife, the mother of my children. No one but you, my love.” George insisted. It seemed magical to Y/n the way he always knew exactly what to say. Always so heartfelt and honest in meaning. He never told her a lie to make her happy but somehow managed to piece together a perfect string of words to make her whole again. Something in the way he spoke, in his words, it made her believe nearly anything was plausible. Most of all, she trusted him and believed that he had every intention of sticking around, which brought a sneaking grin to Y/n’s face. All those worries washed away at his words. It was a part she loved deeply about him.

The feeling of George’s touch smoothing over the bottom of her pink dress pulled Y/n back to the meadow. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted past his nose from the perfume he had gifted her for Christmas. His fingers would skim against her bare leg in a teasing fashion as he smirked. Y/n let out a giggle at the tickling sensation of his touch. Her arms wrapped around his neck for support while her bashful grin never ceased.

“There’s that pretty smile.” George remarked with a chuckle. A sense of victory took hold of him at seeing her worries vanish. Arms locked around his neck, Y/n pulled him towards her as her head fell to his chest. Given their limited time, all the couple wanted to do for the next month was be in each other’s arms. George cherished every opportunity he got to hold her, knowing he’d spend the next year missing her everyday. It came in the little things as well like the way her hair always smelled like a basket of delicious fruits, or how she’d hum to herself while they were studying together. He already knew he’d spend most days babbling on to Fred about how much he missed Y/n. Break was almost over which meant the twins would be leaving Hogwarts for good within a few weeks. Y/n dreaded the idea of not seeing George every day, not getting to kiss him or hug him. George hated thinking about having to hear from her through letters and not getting to hear that sweet laughter every day. So for now, all George wanted was to hold his girl and enjoy the excitement for their future he felt budding inside of him.

The colors in the sky were starting to grow brighter by the minute and without saying it, the pair both knew they’d be needing to head back to The Burrow for lunch sooner then they’d care to admit. In the serenity of the meadows the couple found a sense of home. Y/n soaked in their last bits of time in the meadow before George mentioned them heading back. Although neither moved at his words but instead remained holding onto one another.

“I love you, George.”

“I love you more, princess.”

[geekgrizz]

nonono c!quackity coming home on Sapnaps birthday after finding out about Tommy’s death

He walks into the house with a big smile on his face and runs over to Sap and jumping into him

“Happy Birthday hot stuff”

littering his face in kisses before pulling away

Sapnap smiling back thanking him for the birthday kisses

“Wheres Karl?”

“Kitchen”

Quackity wandering into the kitchen and coming up behind Karl whos over the stove and turns around as he hears him coming

“Soooo did you pick up the flowers?”

Quackitys face immediately drops, his first thought flying to the front of Tommy’s house until he remembers he promised Karl he’d pick up some flowers for Sapnap

“Wha- oh yeah the flowers...”

“Did you forget?”

“Sorry, a lot happened today”

Karl nods solemnly assuring it’s ok, causing pricks in Quackitys heart, as he turns back towards the food as Sapnap walks in

“What happened up at the casino today then Quack?”

Quackity can feel the tears start to well up, he feels so warm and safe here and knows neither of the boys will judge him for crying, but he doesn’t want to ruin Sapnaps special day or make it all about him

So he just plunges on

“Just the norm, what have you two gotten up to?”

He doesn’t really hear what the others talk about, just nodding his head every so often, not really clocking in to the conversation until they’re all sat around having their dinner

and Karl asks Quackity if he’s ok because he seemed zoned out and quiet

And Quackity just breaks down crying

Karl and Sapnap both look at each other with furrowed brows before walking around the table to where Quackity’s sat

“do you wanna go sit on the couch Quack?”

Quackity just nods through the tears and the boys lead him over to the couch and sit him down

Sitting either side of him, trying to calm him down with gentle shushing and rubbing his back until his crying sorta stops

“i’m sorry i’m so sorry i didn’t wanna ruin your day Sap”

“look it’s ok, babe you haven’t ruined my day just seeing you makes my day”

“what’s wrong quack?”

“it’s Tommy... Tommy’s dead”

Karl and Sapnap look at him in disbelief

“how, didn’t you say he was in prison?”

Quackity sorrowfully looking up at Sap when he says

“It was Dream... he beat him to death”

Sapnap immediately jumping up in anger and grabbing his sword, turning towards the door

Karl running to stand infront of him while Quackity stares up unsure what’s happening

“You’re not going out to kill Dream Sapnap, you hear me! I will not let you, you’re not leaving this house as I live an-“

Sapnap scowling and trying to duck around Karl, constantly being side stepped until Quackity pipes up

“Sap, please. You can’t change anything”

Sapnap turns to look at Quackity who is looking up at him, tears still falling down his cheeks and a pleading look in his eyes

Then back to Karl who’s got a calm yet stern look on his as he reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder

And Sapnap just falls onto the floor with a sob

“How can he hurt so many people I love, hurt me so much. And- and what he did to Tommy, all he did to Tommy, Dream deserves it! he fucking deserves it”

Karl quickly pulls him up and takes him over to the couch where he grabs Quackity and pulls him into him

“Alright this night may not have gone to plan but I will go get us some cake and hot chocolate and we can toast to Tommy”

The whole time Karl’s in the kitchen Quackity is apologetizing over and over for ruining Sapnaps night while Sapnap reassures him he didn’t and is glad he told them

They end the night all asleep on the couch, with Sapnap between Karl’s legs, head on his chest, Quackity mirroring the same position on him

[springatito-moved]

ANYWAYYYYY c!quack come home please i miss u and ur depression

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Imagine if the suitors went to the beach for a whole day in the modern world...what crazy crap do you think will happen

Here are a handful of crazy and/or cute headcanons that came to mind! :D

-Mozart swatting away seagulls because HE IS TRYING TO EAT IN PEACE

-Jeanne watching him, MC offering him two water guns with a silent nod (sunglasses on, we’re going full meme)

-Jeanne then proceeds to shoot at them (no gulls were harmed in making of this promotional video) and his aim is impeccable it would be disturbing if the thwarted squawking wasn’t so funny

-Little kids start swarming around Jeanne asking how he’s so amazing and wanting to play team battles, inviting him to join

-Napoleon encourages him, and even Mozart joins in despite not liking getting wet very much (he wants Jeanne to have some positive fun times bc he BIIIIIIIG depressy)

-In the end they both admit to having fun, and one of the kids even teaches Jeanne a special ten step handshake (Jeanne has no idea what that was but the kiddo was smiling so he figured he’d go with it)

-HE AND MOZART STILL SECRETLY USE THE HANDSHAKE FOR FUNSIES BUT TELL NO ONE BECAUSE THEY DON’T LIKE F U N DON’T LOOK AT THEM

-Dazai, alternatively, gathers the fallen gull army and becomes their god with a singular cylinder of Pringles. No I will not elaborate--THE SEA GULLS GOT HER!!!!!!!!

-Spends most of the beach day wetting his feet in the tide pools and talking very earnestly to the gulls about this new thing he learned about called tax evasion while people pass by this fucker in full kimono at the beach and are convinced he’s lost it

-Dazai is very much not sane but we knew this already, offers sea shells to little kids that ask him what he’s doing and tells them to listen to the secrets bird friends can tell them

-If Dazai sounds like an Animal Crossing Villager, that was entirely by accident but remains no less true

-Surprising absolutely no one, Arthur suggests volley ball after watching people play and invites some pretty ladies to join him

-Arthur ends up needing two more people to play, so he invites Vincent and Theo (Vincent is so excited about trying something new that Theo can’t say no despite wanting to make a volleyball-shaped crater in Arthur’s face)

-The funniest part about the volleyball game is that not only is Arthur a shit player (CANON WEAK ARMS FOOL) Theo destroys with his spikes, and Vincent’s reach is insane--the two brothers end up becoming the talk of the beach

-I just laugh imagining Vincent sincerely complimenting people around him and the ladies swooning because he’s just so nice and pretty is he even real

-Men aren’t happy about that^TM but at the sight of Theo’s defensive glower they keep their malicious traps shut--which turn on whichever girls weren’t interested in Vincent jahkslgjh

-**Kaguyasama narrator voice** Today on Arthur Shenanigans: Arthur loses

-Poor Isaac is hiding under the umbrella clutching sunscreen bc HE IS A PASTY BOY HELP HIM

-MC brought a few of the newest Maths/Physics books in her time for him to read, and while he doesn’t enjoy the intensity of the sun--not like vamp weakness, it’s just the strain on his body (too many stimuli too many people too much noise) that makes him tired and ultimately thirsty bc aberrant. But the change of scenery's not so bad.......

-MC laughs when she gets out of the water and the salt dries visibly on her skin, Isaac’s eyes bug out and he asks if it hurts (startles when Leo flicks sea water at him and asks how on earth they got in the water when it’s so cold!!!)

-Leo chats with him and he likes being able to draw theorems and the like in the sand, it’s like one big chalkboard (until a kid tramples across them in the middle of writing, POPPYCOCK!). Isaac ultimately has fun but prefers to stay inside poor bub

-Leonardo, surprising no one, falls asleep in the sand the second he gets there HE IS HOME (Italian beaches, amirite)

-MC decides to, after a point, bury him fully in the sand for shits

-Comte notices and aids in her shenanigans from his beach chair, snickering the whole time

-When the two are satisfied they go for a swim together, trusting Leo to look after Isaac if need be (even if he’s a mummy rn)

-Comte is relieved to hear that she knows how to swim, but also watches carefully and doesn’t let her drift out too far by keeping closer to the shore himself (riptides!!!! can be!!!!!!! dangerous!!!!!!!!!!) if he had his way (he would never impose but he worries ;-;) she’d be wearing floaties SAFETY FIRST

-They splash at each other like maniacs and chat amiably until they start swimming away as fast as possible when Leo wakes up, laughing

-How do we know that Leo woke up?

-Because he sat up ramrod straight and a tower of sand fell. He then proceeded to jump up and sprint to the water despite Isaac’s startled cries about being careful, and swam after them like a shark to get his revenge (it was like something out of an anime s2g)

-Mostly just tugs on MC’s leg, picks her up in the water, and yeets her across in retaliation; really harmless, she’s cackling the whole time

-Dunks Comte’s head in the water while he’s being scolded, and MC has to de-escalate their increasingly dangerous shenanigans before the life guard comes after them LMFAO

-They concede only bc MC looks sad/worried abt being kicked out, and agree to keep things fun FIGHT TO THE DEATH LATER TONIGHT

-Napoleon goes for a nice long walk along the shoreline and climbs the rocks if he finds any til he gets to the top (he does not go to his happy place HE GOES TO HIS HIGH LONESOME PLACE) wishes that Jupiter could be here to enjoy the brine

-Our boy Napoleon is simply just vibin he loves the beach. A little further off the sound of people is p muted, it’s just the crashing waves and crisp smell of salt, the light breeze ruffling his hair 

-Sebas is absolutely watching through binoculars and writing down how majestic Napoleon is while making sure no one gets lost/wrecked as he takes notes

Bonus: since volleyball games can often happen back to back on a sizable beach, the boys^TM were playing and Arthur called out “Theo duck!!!!” and just as Theo was saying “Are you fucking kidding me did you really think I’d--T H W A C K” Theo gets nailed in the back of the head (Arthur later died after being put in a headlock)

Shakespeare didn’t feel like playing volley ball and didn’t have much else to do (can’t swim and has no interest), so he just sat back and tried to throw Theo off his game as much as possible 

Por ejemplo: Theo misses a serve and Shakespeare just “For never was there a story of more woe; O bard Alexa, verily, play us Despacito” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

Jeanne also gets hit by a stray volley ball, but when Vincent said “Oh no, Jeanne, duck!” he has one of either two reactions: 1. Boulevard of Broken Dreams plays obnoxiously loud as he dodges inhumanly fast 2. he quacks, gets nailed, and doesn’t react because he doesn’t have any brain cells to damage

[kanmom51]

A) Jimin wanting to "show off" his relationship with JK doesn't necessarily means they're romantic. Just the day butter was released JM said the most important thing in his life after music, are his relationships, the ones he already has and the one he makes along the way. I can think of like 3 other instances just last year where he said the same + several comments from the members about who he is. He might be of introvert nature but he's extroverted too -he LOVES people.

"B) Him travelling to three different places with three different sets of friends actually tells a whole story the type of person he is. Hell, him being friends with V tells a whole story because they are so different. I also always remember someone (I think it was an ex-idol or a producer or something like that...) saying he's met Jimin and Jimin is someone who makes it very clear who YOU are TO him; like you definitely know what relationship he has with you. I love that about him.

C) Like, he sets boundaries and doesn't lead you on on what you mean to him. If you're a coworker then you're just that. In BTS too you can see all the different relationships he has with every member. People say he treats everyone the same but he really doesn't. (It's actually jungkook who it seems treats everyone the same). But Jimin giving so much importance to his relationships obviously makes him someone who also sets differences in those relationships.

D) As I was saying, I don't think it necessarily means he's in a romantic relatiosnship with Jungkook, but that he has with him a relationship in which he's comfortable with doing the things he did/does. For JK, I don't think he has trouble with speaking his mind or talking about what people mean to him; I personally think relationships have never been and still aren't the most important to him.

(I mean not important as in flaunting them around important. He clearly doesn't mind not telling or showing anything imo. Unpopular opinion but I see jungkook as the least willing to let people in on their relationship.)"

I don't really understand where you are going with this anon.

I understand you are trying to say that JM & JK are not involved romantically, in your opinion, but I don't really understand your reasoning here.

JM wants to show off their relationship, but it's not a romantic one? Then what is it? What is the relationship he is showing off? If he wants to show it off, how come he doesn't label it, unlike his relationship with Tae labeled as 'soulmates'?

You mentioned him travelling to different places with different friends, he also flew back to SK specifically to spend JK's birthday with him. Just saying. I want to remind you that JM himself told us that in his live. What was he trying to show us or tell us?

You mention : "Jimin is someone who makes it very clear who YOU are TO him"

Does "you are me I am you" sound familiar to you, by any chance?

Isn't that JM telling JK who he is to him?

I also disagree with you saying JK treats all members the same. I don't think he treats Jin the same as Tae or as Hobi, and he most definitely does not treat JM the same as any of the other members.

I am yet to see JK engulf any of the other members and suck on their ears, for one. JK is less verbal. It's harder for him to verbalize his emotions. JK shows. He is somewhat impulsive too. He's a "go big or go home" kind of guy. RB is one example. Another is him tattooing JM's name on his hand for everyone to see.

Idk, anon, to me:

"if it looks like a duck, swims like a duck and it quacks like a duck, than it's probably a duck".

[chaos-deimos-et-eris]

"I need to do this. Zuko, Z-zuzu you know, you understand. He will find this amusing. Father will give me more time." Her eyes were blown wide with fear, silent tears streaming down her checks. He remembers when she would come crying to him like this when they were children.

She had been tiny then, still whole, but oh so very strong. Head held high, she would wait until the servents cleared his rooms before collapsing into sobs. There had been precious little that could make her cry even then, and Father had started desensitizing them to death early. But Azula, so small, so young, hadn't taken well to the lessons, not yet.

Zuko's family was filled with monsters. He wasn't the exception. He had stared at her, with all the love an older sibling could give to a little sister, and broken her so Father couldn't, like he had done to him.

He remembers comforting her, fixing her crown and wiping her face, before taking her small hand into his and sneaking into the prison. He remembers bribing the guards at the end of every lesson with silk cloth, leather shoes, and embroidered bags of rice, and teaching her how to hurt humans so Father wouldn't have to.

His fingers curl on top of hers-so old, already fourteen and her hands are still so small-like they use to, giving her strength, guiding her blade. He leans forward, grunting a little as the blade slides all the way to the hilt, to whisper advise in her ear.

"Twist the blade until the edge faces up. A hole will be harder and more painful to heal then a tear."

Her breath hitches in the next inhale, but she does not sob like she use to. He feels so proud of her, of her strength and at her resolve when the pain in his abdomen flares white hot. Zuko stumbles, but he catches himself before he can fall on Azula because he refuses to let his little sister deal with more then what she has to before she needs to. He hates to break her even more at all but he needs to.

Father had broken him with his love, and raged and stomped on him when his sharp edges didn't poke out to hurt anyone but himself. Father had picked and prodded at him until his insides were glass sand, not big enough to break free but sharp enough to hurt with each step, to tear his lungs with each breath and scrap at his bones.

He couldn't have left Azula with Father. But he also couldn't leave her with Mother who picked up and dropped her glass children equally and without warning, disgusted by the shards they left behind. Or Uncle, who sanded down his edges for them, but who's shaving floated in the air to cut bite and sting nor their cousin who's molten glass center ran so hot that his sheer presence fixed him and unavailablity left a void so cold he broke all over again. He had broken her so Father wouldn't feel the need to, so Mother's love and indifference wouldn't leave her desperate to please and hurting, so Uncle's careless words wouldn't cut into her skin and bury into her heart, so she would keep herself at a distance with their cousin and not break at his very absence.

Azula, better then him at everything, had broken in a way to hurt others, she learned to fit the pieces of herself to walk without hurting, had lived under Father's approval without falling victim to it as he had. When Father had burned half of his face and cruelly given him hope in the form of an impossible task, he had chased even whispers of it, not to come back to his sister or people, nor had he after a twisted sense of loyalty to the Fire Lord but out of nessercery. He had needed to go back home to the fire and pain, where burns and words and exhaustion would melt the glass whole again and grant him rest until the next time Father had him shattered.

Blood slipped through his fingers and reached hers despite his best efforts. He hoped his glass wouldn't sting her too badly or for too long.

"Good," he praised. She had always needed praise when she got like this when they were little. She was still so small. "Now run the knife up and stop before the heart."

He refused to leave her without instruction, to leave her alone while she was still so frail. He had always imagined himself a quick death, earth on the battlefield, the jumping in front of the blade of an assassin, tasting poison and warning his family before he passed, but for her he would hold on as long as he could. He curls up as metal tears his insides, muffling his scream on her shoulder to try to give her more time. Briefly, he stares at the ceiling and its glowing green stalactites and wonders when he ended up on the ground.

Her face is there, lips parted in shock, eyes bright with unshed tears. She won't let them fall again but he thinks it might of been nice for someone to publicly mourn him. He figures it won't matter to him for much longer anyway.

Her hand, still on the knife, shakes so he musters up the strength to lift his to hold to hers, but he forgets to factor in gravity and his vision goes white when he accidently shifts the knife inside him. Her eyes are dead when he comes back to, and part of him is comforted by the fact that in their three years apart, this part of her still hasn't changed. But his time is running out and he needs to tell her how to sell this to Father.

"Tell him... tell him-" his throat is dry and he can't shallow but he needs to finish this. Azula, so smart, so old, so small, sees and leans to hear better. He hears the screams and booms of battle but they sound far away from their little bubble. He wonders why the Avartar and his teachers haven't yet left.

"Tell him what knife you used. He'll ... he'll find it funny if you tell ... Uncle." It would hurt him to learn that the knife he gifted him would be the thing to kill him but-

"It will be enough to excuse my lack of fire," her eyes widen as realization sets in.

Azula was p e r f e c t; Uncle had betrayed their country, he could suffer the consequences.

The edges of his vision darken. He needs to hurry.

"Do," he tastes blood in the back of his throat. It feels like shards. "Do what you need to . . . to survive." Lie, steal, kill. Kill Father or the Avatar.

"You were always better the second time." These words come out like a whisper but by the widening of her eyes he knows she heard, can tell she understands. He hates doing this to her but the sounds of fighting are getting closer. They're almost here now.

"Lala, you're perfect."

Her face blanks. Azula isn't perfect, not yet, but she will tear herself and anyone opposing her apart for the next hour trying to be. As long as she gets out of this alive he doesn't care. Ty Lee and Mai have always been able to put her back together.

She stands smoothly, taking the knife with her. He barely feels it.

Blue eyes and dark skin replace her. He doesn't know his name but he can see him panicking. He wonders why. Pain flares up as he applys pressure to his wound and he no longer cares. Water Tribe can go die.

The scene starts moving and pain flares up periodically. Azula screams words. He doesn't know what she said but he wants to stay. He claws at blues and trys to summon fire but his inner fire is just dying embers now. He gets pulled in tighter. He wonders if the blue will let him go if he pukes.

Suddenly there is wind and stars and he is oh so very cold. Water smothers the last of his inner flames and agonizingly knits him back together. It hurts less as it continues. Zuko knows it is not a good thing. Water can heal but it cannot replace blood. He will die and Azula will be safe because of it.

Faces surround him with worry but he doesn't want them. He wants the sister he raised, the uncle that tried, the girls who already mourned him once and shouldn't have to again. He don't want enemies and strangers. But he never gets what he wants. He used up all his luck being born.

He looks at the stars and trys to will the sunrise. He knows it will not come. Zuko had been born at night away from Agni' presence. He was probably destined to die away from it too. He still hopes for the warmth of His rays.

His breath shallows. He hears Lu Ten's voice humming a song loud and clear and his mind fills in the lyrics of a soilder coming home from war. In the distant he notices the warm laughter of his lady grandmother, the grumbling voice of his grand sire, the quacking of turtleducks and the overwhelming sent of fire lilies. He briefly wonder about the whereabouts of Mother.

The sounds get louder. Home.

Over the sky of Ba Sing Se, the sound of sobs get muffled into warm bodies as faces turn to hide away from the glare of the rising sun.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

c!Karl Jacobs and Overwatch brains go brrrrr :3

CW for slight unreality, derealization, dissociation, and flashback-like symptoms and experiences. It also alludes to Karl’s memory loss angst

Also long post! Sorry, I don’t know how to put read mores on a submission.

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Karl has five things that keep him grounded.

Sapnap, his fiance

Quackity, his fiance

Sam, his mechanic (and friend)

Overwatch, his team

Kinoko, his home

He has more things than that in general, obviously, but those are the five he and his fiances had decided on. Those are the bare-bones essentials; if Karl had to live on a deserted island and could only remember five things, what would he need?

They’re the five things he needs right now.

“Karl’s down!” Sapnap shouts over the comms, sliding to his knees in front of Karl. His hands clamp around Karl’s forearms. “His accelerator’s broken, we need Sam! Q, can you–”

“I’m on it,” Quackity promises, switching his blades to speed enhancement and racing away. “Keep him here!”

“I will,” Sapnap says. “Karl, don’t blink, okay? Stay focused.”

“Right,” Karl says, like he can keep his molecules in the right order by thinking hard enough about it. “Right, yeah. I can do that.”

There’s a tugging on his core suddenly, and Karl gasps, trying to rear back from it. He can feel something in his chest, in his accelerator, reaching in and tearing something out– his accelerator’s breaking–

“Karl!”

Karl blinks. The tugging is gone, the accelerator already broken. Pieces of it are strewn across the concrete. Sapnap is in front of him, holding his arms tightly. He remembers.

“Here,” Karl says, a little dazed. “Still here.”

“Don’t blink,” Sapnap all but pleads. “You can do this, Karl, come on. Sam will be here soon, you just have to hold on until then.”

“Right here, right here!” Quackity’s voice says, oddly muffled. “He desynched right here, Sam–”

When Karl looks around, he can’t see Quackity or Sam. He frowns. “Where did Quackity go?”

“I told you, he’s still getting Sam.” Sapnap’s grip tightens on Karl’s arms. “Don’t forget. Let’s go through your five again, okay? What’s one?”

Again? Karl thinks. Have we done it already? “You,” he says anyway. “Sapnap, my fiance.”

“Great. What’s four?”

Karl blinks. He’s either forgotten two and three or jumped forward– he isn’t sure what this Sapnap expects from him either way. “Uh– Overwatch? My team?”

Sapnap laughs a little nervously. “That’s four, but good enough. What’s two, Karl?”

A hand cups Karl’s cheek, and the smell of cinnamon explodes in front of him. Warm morning sunlight shines in his eyes. “Morning, Karl,” he hears Quackity say fondly. “French toast?”

Karl clenches his fists, trying to ground himself. He’s in a fight, on a mission– Quackity is getting Sam. He’s not here, not real. Karl isn’t home right now.

“Kinoko,” Karl says faintly, while it’s on his mind. “My home.”

“Karl’s down!” Sapnap shouts into the comms. “His accelerator’s broken, we need Sam!” Then, echoing like Karl’s hearing him from the other side of a long tunnel, he says, “Stay focused, Karl. Stop blinking, you can do this. What’s three?”

Something heavy presses down on Karl’s chest. He breathes heavily while he adjusts to the weight, the cold metal against his breastbone. This accelerator thing is supposed to help, is supposed to keep him in the present, but he feels oddly unmoored even with it on.

“Feel alright?” checks the person in front of him, running a hand over the top of the accelerator. Green hair, dark eyes, friendly smile– Karl’s certain he knows him.

“Where– who?” Karl asks, his tongue heavy and slow in his mouth.

“Right here, right here, Sam,” says a different voice somewhere above him. “He was just right here.”

“Karl?” Sapnap asks. “Can you hear me?”

Karl blinks. There’s a sudden tugging in his core as he feels something in his chest, in the hunk of metal that’s recently been installed, reaching in and tearing something out. His accelerator’s breaking?

But, no– the tugging intensifies, growing stronger and stronger until it feels like it’s pulling Karl right out of his body, further and further away from the concrete under his knees and the hands in his and the smell of cinnamon and sweet bread. He gasps, off-balance, pitching forward and feeling pressure on his shoulders like somebody’s catching him–

And instead, he opens his eyes to a sheet of pure white. Everything is silent, save the slowly fading roar in his ears. He can’t hear his own breath as it falls from his mouth. He takes some time to steady himself, feeling the racing of his heart get swiftly smothered under layer after layer of artificial calm. He feels like he’s floating outside his body, living somewhere distant behind his eyes.

Before he even looks around, he recognizes the feeling. He’s back Inbetween.

He remembers what he’s supposed to do. Desperately, he clings to the memory. Go over your five. Wait for us to bring you back. Go over your five.

Karl raises a hand in front of his face and traces the outline of his fingers with his eyes, One, two, three, four, five. Fiance, fiance, mechanic, team, home. He goes through the motions over and over and over again. He won’t let himself forget. He won’t let himself forget.

And an eternity later– after a few moments– slowly– suddenly, Karl is slammed back into the present. His head spins, the piercing white of the Inbetween still glaring through his closed eyelids, and he slumps to the side. Something soft catches him and supports his neck when his head lolls forward.

“Karl, holy shit!” someone shouts in his ear, and Karl flinches, turning his face into the soft thing cradling him.

“Quiet,” someone hisses. Their voice twinges something in the back of Karl’s head; something to do with the heavy thing on his chest? Something sturdy, trustworthy. “Let him come back a bit more, wait a second.”

Something warm takes his hand, squeezing with a constant rhythmic pressure. Karl exhales slowly, letting himself settle back into his skin. More sensation comes back in bits and pieces: hard concrete underneath him, warm sun on his face, a heartbeat next to his ear.

When Karl opens his eyes, Sam and Sapnap are waiting for him. Sam is still holding his tools like weapons, ready to dart back in if Karl’s accelerator needs it. Sapnap is holding Karl’s hand. Karl smiles at both of them.

“Hey,” he says, voice hoarse.

“Karl,” Sapnap says, voice thick. “Thank god, dude.”

Karl laughs tiredly, rubbing at an eye. “That one was an intense one. ’M I good, Sam?”

Sam sighs in relief, lowering his tools. “Yeah,” he says, “you should be fine. I’ll have to order a few more parts in case it ever happens again, but the accelerator’s fully repaired.”

The soft thing Karl is resting on shifts. “How’s your memory?” asks an unfamiliar voice. Karl pulls back– apparently, he’d been resting on a stranger’s blue jacket, while they were wearing it. That’s a little embarrassing. “Still have your five?”

Karl blinks. Sapnap must have told the stranger about his five thing. “Uh, I think so.” He raises a hand, ticking off each finger as he counts. “Sapnap my fiance, Sam my mechanic, Overwatch my team, Kinoko my home… Um…”

Karl stares at his final finger, cold dread slowly seeping down his spine. Nothing comes to mind. He has no idea what his fifth thing is supposed to be. He knows that’s bad; he only has five things because they’re the five he’s always supposed to fall back on. They’re supposed to be simple, easy things to remember. Things integral to Karl as a person. His five things.

“I’m missing something,” he says, panic rising in the back of his throat. “Sapnap? What am I missing?”

Sapnap is staring back at him, mouth slightly agape. His gaze keeps darting between Karl and the stranger behind him. Sam’s jaw is set, one hand covering his mouth as he doggedly avoids Karl’s gaze.

“…Me,” says the stranger finally, a barely-perceptible tremor in their voice, reaching out to touch Karl’s hand. “I’m, uh. I’m Quackity. Your other fiance.”

“What?” Karl gapes at the stranger, the stranger, in front of him. “No. No, I wouldn’t– I wouldn’t forget my fiance.” He turns back to Sapnap. “Right? Sap? I wouldn’t. It wouldn’t get that bad.”

Sapnap’s mouth twists like he’s bitten a lemon. Trying to figure out how to break the bad news.

“No,” Karl insists. He studies the stranger’s face: brown eyes, dark hair peeking out from under a beanie, a scar over his right cheek. None of it is familiar. “I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t have. You’re not– you–”

“Hey, Karl, hey,” says the stranger gently, one hand hovering over Karl’s. The tremor in their voice is gone, thorough suppressed. “it’s okay. It’ll come back, right? There was that week where you forgot who Phil was, and that didn’t last.”

“…Phil?” Karl asks weakly. The name doesn’t ring a bell.

The tense lines around the stranger’s eyes tighten for a moment. “It’ll come back,” he says again, just a touch less sure.

“No, yeah, no, Quackity’s right,” Sapnap says, shaken. “We just have to wait. You’ve forgotten before, you’ll remember.”

Karl swallows. “But you– you were in my five,” he says, looking back at– Quack? Quackity? “I’m not supposed to– I’m always supposed to remember the five.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Quackity assures him. “You’ll remember again, and then we’ll figure out something new to help your memory. And we’ll protect the accelerator more, holy shit, that sucked.”

“I’ll work on developing more protective casing,” Sam says immediately, wringing his hands. “I’ll make it stronger, more secure– this should never have happened. Q, Karl, Sap, I’m so sorry–”

“Shut up, Sam, it’s not your fault,” Quackity says, waving Sam’s apology away like it’s habit. “Unless you broke it yourself, there’s nothing to apologize for.”

Sam looks unsure, but he nods slowly.

“And in the meantime, we should get home,” Quackity sighs. “Mission’s over, Karl’s back, I need some comfort food.”

The smell of cinnamon suddenly explodes in front of Karl. For a moment, he almost feels something touch his cheek. “I’m craving french toast,” he offers, unsure of why.

Quackity blinks at him. “We just had that this morning, man, you want it again?”

Slowly, Karl nods. “Yeah,” he says, gaining surety as he speaks. “Yeah, I-I remember that.”

Quackity’s face lights up. “For real? Fuck yeah, then, let’s have more french toast!”

“French toast fiances, whoo,” Sapnap cheers, raising a fist.

Quackity laughs, and Karl’s heart jumps like it’s a Pavlovian response. He thinks he could imagine– could remember, even– proposing to him, making the same promises he remembers making to Sapnap.

“French toast fiances,” Karl agrees, taking both Sapnap and Quackity’s hands.

[snowpiercersengine]

mel: *comes home acting suspicious and ben can’t figure out why then her pocket quacks*

ben: uh mel what was that

mel: ….. a duck

ben: A d u c k

mel: yeah they’re free from the park you can just take them

ben: just bc no one stopped you doesn’t mean you should take it… did it bite you?

mel: … nooo

ben: *sighs*