#abt how her back might not handle sitting on the floor

[frnkiebby]

I SAW ANTHONY????~🎃

[t-h-i-n-g]

can u write a fic abt robin x hargrove!reader where reader gets cursed by vecna instead of max

Fight For It

a/n: hey shawty, uhhh i might have got into this a little too much but um. it came out good I SWEAR! honestly my new favorite fic that i've written i love it so much. hope you like it :))))

word count: 4.1k (yeah like i said i got a little too into it)

summary: of course this had to happen to you. why wouldn't it? you didn't know what you had to face, you just knew you had to face it for her.

warnings: everything that you see in the show.

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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You could feel the staring. Even as your vision was blocked by your forearm, the burning of their eyes was sensed across your body. You sighed.

“Can you guys like…not?” you mumbled, hearing rustling of the couches fabric. Removing your arm, you laid it to your side. The group all found a sudden interest in random objects in the Wheeler’s basement. You let out a chuckle and settled your vision on the ceiling from your position on the floor. The couch was already occupied and you didn’t want to take it from them when you decided to just... breathe for a moment.

You were so tired. The headaches, the restless nights that were full of nightmares, the bloody noses, everything made you so tired. At least you knew where it was coming from….well maybe it would have been better if you didn’t know. The fact some dude from another dimension was slowly planning on killing you wasn’t the most comforting reassuring thing in the world. And at any moment he could decide that he wanted to pluck the life from you. Preferably not, but that was what Robin and Nancy were trying to figure out how to prevent.

You wanted to go to her. Be with her as long as you can, as corny as it sounds. She dismissed your request, stating you needed to rest and that her and Nance could handle it. And with that Robin gave you a light kiss, whispering to you that it would all be fine as the rest of the group just kinda stood awkwardly to the side. Watching the sky or the grass. For a second you believed her. A light smile went to your face as you waved her and Nancy off. Until the whole situation once again hit you full force in the face.

Of course out of all the people in Hawkins it had to be you. Dead mom, dead brother, shit dad that decided to abandon you, and a step-mom that couldn’t look you in the eyes for more than five seconds without being reminded of the man she first fell in love with. 

Your palms went up to push into your eyes. Teeth gritting lightly as your chest tightens. 

Ofcourse it was you. You deserved it anyway. After all that happened last time, stabbing your own younger brother in the chest. Watching as the mind flare's hold left his body as well as the light in his eyes. This is what you get for that.

On the bright side at least it wasn’t one of the kids. They were way to young to go through that shit. For christ’s sake they were way too young to go through any of this. Nobody should have to deal with all of this evil-dimension-upside-down-alien crap. 

You chuckled to yourself at the insanity of it all. Wiping away the tear with the tips of your fingers, you looked over at the group on the couch and let out another huff of laughter.

“This shit is so… dumb,” you exclaimed, sitting up. They looked down at you. “Why the hell does this guy even exist? How the hell? Why are we even here? Why the fuck havent we gone off the like Canada or something instead of this hell hole?” you questioned, propping yourself on your hands. Silence was the response you got. You rolled your eyes, “Should have just hightailed it off a bridge while I had the chance,” you mumbled while letting your head fall back to look at the ceiling once more.

“Don’t say that,” Max whispered. You looked at her through your peripheral vision. Knees were to her chest, her chin resting on them. You turned away, looking over at the steps. Clearing your throat you stood with a grunt. Walking over to Max to ruffle her hair lightly. 

“Sorry Maxy,” you whispered before walking up to the stairs.

“Where’re you going?” Steve asked, light panic being heard in his tone. You looked back at him slowly, pointing a finger over your shoulder to the door while taking in his state. Sitting on the edge of his seat and brows furrowed.

"Gonna get a drink."

He nodded, settling himself back down.

Your feet dragged into the kitchen. Grateful for the fact that Karen and Ted were out of the house. Taking a cup from the cupboard and filling it up with a tap. You then paused, feeling a sudden change in the atmosphere just as you were about to take a sip.

 However, that worry disappeared as the front door opened. You looked over your shoulder to see Robin walk in a smile adorning her features. Instantly one grew on yours as well.

“You're back,” you mumbled as she approached you. She nodded, grabbing your waist. You put yours on her shoulders, peering behind her. “Where’s Nancy?” you questioned. Robin shrugged.

“Probably still in the car. I left her in the dust.” You quirked a brow.

“And why’s that?” 

“Had to make sure you were okay.” You bit your lip lightly, pulling her in closer and fully wrapping your arms around her shoulders. Resting your temple to hers while you embraced her.

“I’m okay, Birdy,” you assured her. The hands on your waist tightened. Making you smile lightly, only for it to turn into a wince. You tried to pull away. “Robin, hey-”

“But it's such a shame Billy isn’t okay, isn’t it?” Her voice was different. It was deeper and seemed to carry an echo. The room grew dark as your eyes widened, struggling to get out of the hands. Their grip continued to tighten. Suddenly being pulled away you met the eyes that were oh so familiar. You choked on your words.

“B-Billy?”

– 

Silence filled the basement as the group was tense. Dustin suddenly stood up.

“Alright, I’m gonna say what we're all thinking. This is taking her way too long to get a drink.”

“Maybe she had to use the bathroom?” Lucas questioned. Dustin pointed to the corner of the room.

“There’s a bathroom literally right there.” Steve was next to stand.

“Yep I’m calling it,” he said, taking off to the stairs. Max followed closely behind, the two boys behind her.

Steve placed a hand on the door frame, looking into the kitchen. You stood at the sink, the faucet still running. Max passed him, going to your side.

“Y/n-” she cut herself short. Taking in your frozen state and foggy gaze. Eyes red and rolled back. Her own widened as she went to shake your shoulder. “Y/n? Y/n!” her voice grew in volume as her shaking continued. The boys came to your side as you stayed in your place. Not budging an inch.

“Y/n, hey c’mon man. Snap out of it,” Steve stated, snapping and waving his hand in front of your face.

“Aw, shit it’s happening,” Dustin exclaimed.

“Get the walkie, Dustin,” Lucas commanded, going to shut off the water and splash some on your face in the process. Dustin bolted out of the room.

–

You shoved your way from his grip. Tripping on your feet in the process, falling to the ground. Heavy breaths left you as you scramble back while he slowly made his way towards you.

“Do you not miss me? You don’t miss your own brother?” His face was casted in a shadow. His white shirt was bloody. A glimpse of light passed over his features. Making you catch a sight of it rolling down his mouth as well. You got to your feet, continuing to move while he approached.

–

“Y/n, please. You have to snap out of it. You have to fight it, please,” Max said while she continued to shake you. They managed to move you to the ground, still in the same position. Limbs stiff, eyes twitching.

“Dustin, where the hell is that walkie!?” Steve yelled, patting your cheek lightly.

“I can’t find it! Who the hell took it last?” he called back. Steve looked to Lucas.

“Go help him. Now.” Lucas nodded, rushing to find Dustin.

–

“You don't, do you?” His voice grew closer as you kept walking backwards, unable to turn away from him. “After everything we went through? After what you did?” You flinched, freezing in your spot at the memory.

 All the blood, all the flesh, the tears, the pain.

 Billy took three steps before stopping in front of you. His hand went to your cheek, brushing against it lightly. 

“You know I think there’s a part of you buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day.” Tears fell from your eyes as you shook your head babbling uselessly.

“No, n-no, no, no-”

“That was maybe even relieved.” He titled his head to the side, mockingly pouting his lip. “Happy even.” You continued to shake your head.

“No, Billy, you know that’s not true.” You sniffled, breaths uneven.

“That’s why you decided to stab me right? It’s okay, you can admit it now. No more lies.” You didn’t note the changing surroundings. The fog and random objects appearing in the darkness. “No more hiding,” Billy continued. He took a step forward, causing you to take one back.

“Billy, that’s not true. It’s not true.” 

“That’s why you feel such guilt. Not the fact that you killed your own brother, but the fact you were hoping to do so.”

“No.” Sobs shook your body.

“Then you continue on in life. Got a little girlfriend, live in this little fantasy you’ve been dreaming of forever. The fantasy that you knew I would never be in.”

“Stop it, it’s not ture. It took me so long-”

“But that whole fantasy is just another lie you like to believe. When in reality, when your little Birdie isn't there, you like to cry into your pillow and wish to follow me into death.” A clock chime was heard in the distance. “That is why I am here, Y/n.”

“No,” you continued to repeat. Eye hurting, face wet, as you continued to back up.

“To end your suffering, once and for all.” You tripped falling once again onto your back. Looking back up Billy was no longer there. Instead stood someone with white, slimy, disgusting, pale skin. The man you learned to know as Vecna. You gazed at him horrified as his voice shook your whole being.

“It is time, Y/n.” Labored breaths left you. “Time for you to join me.” You scrambled back getting to your feet and running into the hazy fog.

–

“Y/n, you got to get outta there!”

“Can you hear me?”

“Y/n!”

“You gotta get outta there.” Steve and Max continued to shake, prod, pinch at you. Steve’s voice echoed through the whole house.

“I swear to god, if your don’t find that damn-”

“Got It!” Dustin announced, pulling it from under the couch. He pulled the antenna out.

“Nancy? Robin? Do you copy? This is code red. Do you copy?” he blared into the speaker. No response was given. He mumbled a ‘shit’ before trying again. “Robin!”

—

You were panting. Looking behind you to see if whatever that thing, guy, alien was behind you. Random objects passed you by while you s became out of breath. Sitting down behind some random shape, you took a second to pull air into your chest. Then peering into the foggy void of blackness to reveal him slowly approaching.

“You cannot hide from me, Y/n.” Taking a couple more gulps of air you were on your feet again.

–

“Robin, where the hell are you? This is a code red. I repeat, a code red!” Dustin screamed in the walkie talking. Finally he heard a response.

“Dustin, it's robin. We copy,” Robins muffled voice was heard.

“Holy shit, finally,” he sighed out, falling onto his knees next to you. “Please, please tell me you guys have this figured out.” Robin’s heart almost audibly dropped.

–

Your lungs hurt. You haven't done this much running since doing the mile in the gym. Junior year. Your throat was sore, every bone aching. 

“Robin, please!” you called out into the darkness. “Steve, help! Lucas, Dustin, please! Nancy, somebody, please!” You froze in your place, a red light peering in front of you. Your brows furrowed as you stepped towards it cautiously while thunder rumbled in the distance.

–

“Where are they, Nancy?” Dustin asked, tone stern as they continued to search her room.

“I told you in a little box on the shelf next to my nightstand!” she exclaimed.

“Well, they’re not here,” he stated. Pushing around the different objects. Meanwhile in the car Nancy’s brows furrowed. That was where she put them last, either that or- Her eyes widened.

“Under my bed! They're either on the shelf or under the bed.”

Lucas dove to the bedside. Surfing through the random items under it and pulling out a plastic container. Opening it quickly to check for confirmation, then tripping to his feet to get back downstairs.

“We’re five minutes away,” Nancy stated while Lucas and Dustin rushed out of the room.

–-

Thunder and loud sounds continued in the red atmosphere. Your shoes were getting wet from the sudden liquid on the ground. 

Suddenly the sight of a building, broken and torn apart, that was floating in the air caught your gaze. Black, pointy, tall, rocks were below it. Slowly you made your way to the center.

–

“I thought she hates Daryl Hale And John Oates?” Dustin asked.

“No, she loves them. Every time she comes over it’s the first thing she puts on the record player,” Robin explained in a rush. They continued to search through Nancy’s cassettes. “Out Of Touch, that’s her favorite song,” she informed.

“Where the hell is it?” Steve grumbled to himself, scanning across the different names.

–

A clock floated past while it chimed. You took in the surroundings. A staircase with no upper floor, bits and pieces of the house that once was was rotting away, black vines wrapping around whatever they could, a rose stained glass door floating away from its hinges.

“What are you doing in here, Y/n?” His voice sounded like it was inside of your head. A sudden pop was felt under your feet. Looking down, revealed spider eggs. So many of them.  A bunch of the little eight legged creatures crawled out from the remains. You backed away almost tripping but catching yourself. 

You whipped around to see a body was held up by the vines. Eyes blackened or not even there and every bone looked broken. Chrissy.  Her mouth was slacked open and she seemed to be covered in some kind of liquid. You stepped back looking to your left to reveal another one. Fred.

“How do you like them, Y/n?” Turning around again you faced Vecna. “Would you like to join them?” Your breath was caught in your chest as you wanted to move. Something wrapping around your foot making you fall to the ground. It pulled you back. Pinning you to a post while you screamed. They wrapped around your waist, your wrists, and then your throat. Your mouth gaped open as your vision fell onto him.

–

“What the hell, Nancy? Are you sure you have it?” Max snagged the walkie talkie from Dustin, speaking into it.

“Yes, I know it’s there. I Just listened to it the other day.”

“Did you put it somewhere else?”

“No, I’m 100 percent positive it’s in that damn box.”

“How far away are you?” Max asked.

“Less than a minute.”

–

You whimpered breathlessly. Trying to take in any oxygen you could as the restraints continued to tighten.

–

“Got it!” Lucas exclaimed. Pushing the cassette into Max’s hands. She put into her walkman while Dustin took the headphones and placed them over your ears.

“Let’s go, do it now!” Steve pressured. Max shut the case and pressed play.

–

He stood mere inches from you as a familiar sound was heard through your mind. You looked over his shoulder, a tunnel of light showing through all the red.

“Shaken it up is all that we know. Using bodies up as we go, I’m waking up to fantasy.”

You could see them. Max, Steve, Lucas, and Dustin. All of them kneeling to the ground surrounding…you.

“The shades all around are the colors we used to see. ”

“Come on, Y/n.” Dustin’s voice. You could hear him.

“Let’s go, c’mon Y/n wake up. We’re right here,” Steve encouraged. They were right there.

"Broken ice still melts in the sun."

“They can’t help you, Y/n, “ Vecna said, turning to face you. “There’s a reason you don’t tell them.

“And ties that are broken can often be one again.”

You looked from him then peered back over his shoulder. The vines tightened once more.

"We're soul alone. And soul really matters to me."

“You belong here, with me,” he said as your eyes rolled back slowly.

“You’re not really here,” you choked out. Fighting to meet his eyes.

“Oh, but I am, Y/n. I am.” He brought his hand up. Claws spreading out just barely missing your face.

"Take a look around."

A ruckus was heard from the other side. But you couldn't see them. He was blocking your vision. But as his hand continued to hold above you, your eyes rolled back.

"You're out of touch"

“Y/n, hey! Baby, please can you hear me? You have to hear me, Y/n. Come snap out of it. You’re a fighter, honey. Always have been always will and you have to be one now, 'kay? Be one now.” Robin?

"Im out of time."

 “You have to, Y/n. Please, for me, baby. Please.”

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

You looked through the cracks of his fingers.

"You're out of touch."

There she was. Standing with the rest of the group watching as you…floated? You closed your eyes, focusing. A flash of a memory passed over your view.

"I'm out of time. But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

“You’ll make it out okay,” Robin mumbled into your shoulder. 

“How do you know that?” Your body was tense. She swayed you lightly before pulling away.

“Cause you’ll do anything for me,” she spoke in a whisper, while you tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. “And you’ll fight this for me too.”

"Reaching out for something to hold." Just focus.

“Dustin put the smore down,” you commanded, holding a hand to distance yourself from him. You stood on the couch as he tour it in two, revealing the marshmallow inside. You gave him a pointed glare before he came at your landing, both halves on your cheeks.’

"Looking for a love where the climate is cold."

“Give us a twirl,” you said as El came out of the dressing room. She did so as you and Max clapped.

"Manic moves and drowsy dreams." Do it for them.

“Why the hell are they making out now? Were they not hating each other like, two seconds ago?” Steve asked as a bowl of popcorn sat between the two of you.

“It’s called enemies to lovers for a reason,” you tried to explain.

“He just basically called her a toothed bull frog and now she’s kissing him?” You let out a snort.

"Manic moves and drowsy dreams."

“I think it looks pretty good,” you mumbled looking at yourself from all angles of the mirror. You then turned to Will. “I made a pretty damn good wizard.”

“It took me two weeks to make it,” Will replied in his own wizard outfit. You pulled him into a hug.

“Well, thanks, bud. This really means a lot.”

"Living in the middle between the two extremes."

“You look perfect,” you assured Max as she showed you the dress she made for the snowball.

"Smoking guns hot to the touch."

“You got a little something…” you motioned with your finger. Signaling to Nancy she had an ice cream mustache. 

“Oh shoot.” She missed it the first, second, and third time. 

"Would cool down if we didn't use them so much, yeah. We're soul alone."

“Happy birthday!” The group of six exclaimed, bombarding you as soon as you entered the Wheelers. You looked around, taking in the decorations, food, and presents. It was perfect.

"And soul really matters to me. Too much." Do it for her.

“I hate the heat,” you mumbled, plopping down next to Robin on the pool's edge. She turned to you, looking you up and down.

“You look pretty good in it though.” You rolled your eyes. Shoving her into the water. Only for your laughter to be cut off by being pulled in as well.

"You're out of touch. I'm out of time."

“You know you can always come here,” Robin whispered to you while you laid your head on her chest. Tears lightly falling down your face. You sniffled.

“Yeah, that’s why I am here.”

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

“I love moments like these,” she expressed. The two of you sat on top of her roof, gazing at the stars. 

“How come?” you questioned, turning on your side to face her. She did the same, taking your hand in hers.

“Cause you’re hear.” You scrunched up your face playfully.

“That was corny.” She playfully slapped your arm.

"You're out of touch. I'm out of time."

Your head was in her lap. Her fingers scratched over your scalp.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you whispered, eyes opening. Lids resting heavy over them.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too,” she spoke in a hushed voice. Watching as a blissful smile fell on your features.

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

Your eyes snapped open. Ripping a hand from the restraints you grabbed the side of Vecna’s neck. Pulling with all your might. He let go of you, groaning in pain.

"(Out of touch, out of touch.) You're out of touch. I'm out of time."

You picked yourself up. Scrambling to run. Pumping your arms as hard as you could, breath wheezing. Looking back you could see he was standing once more.

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around."

Bringing your attention to in front of you again a piece of debris in the air began to fall.

"(You're out of touch.) I'm out of time."

Shaking the earth as it collided with the ground. Your clothes were soaked in the black goo as you once again stood.

"(But I'm out of my head when you're not around) around."

Rocks, debri, shit everywhere was falling. You fought to not trip. You fought to keep going.

"(You're out of touch) we're soul alone, girl."

To keep going for them. For her. 

"(I'm out of time.)"

Right there. They were right there.

"But I'm out of my head when you're not around (not around)."

You gasped for breath, willing yourself to move a little farther, get a little closer.

"(You're out of touch)"

Just get to them and everything would be fine. Robin will make sure you’ll be fine. 

"(I'm out of time) out of touch."

Like she said anything for her. You had to keep going for her.

"(But I'm out of my head when you're not around) out of time, girl. "

You just had to keep going.

"(You're out of touch) Reach out for something to hold (time)."

One step into the light and your eyes instantly shot open. You stayed in the air for a second before falling to the ground. You fell onto your back, head whipping around.

"(You're out of touch) too cold, girl. (I'm out of time) too cold girl."

Everyone ushered towards you while your chest heaved. You couldn't hear what they were saying. Thoughts and sounds blocked out by the music.

"Yeah, hope you will listen (not around). (You're out of touch) out of touch. (I'm out of time) out of time, out of touch."

Trying to catch your breath while their hands flew to you to see if you were alright. You scanned their faces. Your own hands reaching out once you met Robin's watery eyes.

"(But I'm out of my head when you're not around.)"

She pushed her way to you. Letting your head fall to her chest while she cradles it. Tears fell from your face as sobs racked your body, gripping her arm tightly. Robin rocked you gently. The head phones fell to your shoulders. Still being faintly heard,

"(You're out of touch) yeah."

“It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re here, Y/n. I’m here. I’ve got you. Just breathe. It's all gonna be okay. I’m here.”

"I'm out of time (time)."

 She was here. You made it, you were fine. You were here. You made it. You fought and made it. Everything thing would be fine. As long as she's here.

"(But I'm out of my head when you're not around...)"

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[bakubub]

Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

---

"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Find part 3 HERE

[equalseleventhirds]

hello i was thinking abt my favored theory of ‘jon goes with the fears and tries to stop them in another universe’ and THEN i was thinking about annabelle bcos i love her so much and SHE deserves the chance to try to stop them, and also to play 8-dimensional chess with the fears and her own brain gdi.

so.

“I would either travel with them,” she says, keeping her tone light, casual, uncaring, “or I would die.”

She knows which option she would prefer, of course. The Mother knows it too, but in that distant, assuming way that mothers always seem to know things about you. It eases over her, gentle, smothering: Of course you don’t want to die, dear. And you’ve been such a good girl, perhaps we won’t let you.

Not in those exact words, of course; not in any words. But Annabelle knows the feel of a web, pulling at her mind, easing her thoughts into the pattern they ought to be in, so she gets the message.

(She knows that feeling, and she knows exactly how to lean into it, exactly how to give it what it wants, what it expects, keeping the correct thoughts at the forefront of her mind. Any others are kept quiet, deep, enough that even Annabelle herself doesn’t notice herself thinking them.

She is, after all, such a good girl. She has to be, for this to work.)

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Annabelle passes out immediately upon entering their new world. It’s probably to be expected; Mikaele’s camera had had the same effect on her when she first walked into Upton House, and although there’s enough of the Fears’ influence here to keep her alive, they aren’t nearly as... present as they’d managed to become in their old world. Not yet.

She doesn’t actually manage to think all of that in full; it’s more along the lines of heavy wooziness, a slightly wobbly oh, that makes sense, and then nothing.

When she wakes up, all she knows for a moment is that she’s alive, and that she is lying on a hard, dusty floor. The basics out of the way, she checks on her Mother next, and finds, instead of the thick, sticky blanket over her thoughts that led her through the apocalypse, a single strand of webbing, stretched thin with inattention. The Mother—all of the Fears—have a whole new world to play with, untouched by centuries of their influence, and they’re eager to find new victims, new vessels, new monsters. They’re eager to feed, and have left their loyal, obedient servant with hardly any leash at all.

“Perfect,” she says aloud, and revels in the way the web on her mind does not so much as twitch.

“Gn... mnuh?” says a voice beside her. Which is... unexpected.

Still. She can handle unexpected. She’s flexible. She forces her head to turn to the side.

“Jon?”

He’s already squinting at her, bleary eyes clearing under his instant suspicion. “Annabelle Cane? What are you doing here?”

She can’t help being a little bit offended. Really, had he even been listening? “Didn’t I say I might travel with them? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be back there, celebrating your newly-freed world, kissing your boyfriend?”

“I—I was—I thought I might...” He shakes himself. “I’m not going to tell you.”

Annabelle huffs and pushes herself up, looking around. “Honestly, after I went to all that trouble.”

“I didn’t exactly ask... You said I’d never see you again!” He’s properly offended now, sitting up as well, glaring at her. “You said—“

“I said what I thought to be true, Jon. I can hardly be blamed if you decided to throw yourself through the rift and disrupt all my plans, can I?”

“Disru—This was your plan! You told me your plan, and it’s done now! I did it, just like you wanted, because we agreed...” His shoulders sag, probably under the weight of his terrible decision. Guilt, and all of that.

Annabelle doesn’t care about his guilt. She hasn’t got time. She shoots him a withering look instead, because the Mother isn’t there telling her to play nice with its favoured tool, and anyway he can’t kill her with a single thought anymore. “That, Jonathan, was the Mother’s plan. I’m not actually the full incarnation of spiders and manipulation. Or did you think me incapable of having my own plans?”

“I... what?”

“And now you’re here, I’ll have to move twice as fast at least. The chosen one of the gods, and a rebellious one to boot? Honestly, we’re lucky they haven’t come to check on you already. How quickly can you pull yourself together? We should really be on the road soon. Assuming they have roads here.” She turns her attention back to her clothes—grimy, dusty, and her boots are coming loose. Plenty of pulling herself together to do on her end.

He narrows his eyes at her, and she’s going to need to head off that tendency to question everything eventually. “We?”

“Well, I’ll need another set of hands, won’t I? You’re hardly who I would have chosen, but... we work with what we’re given.” She clicks her tongue as she brushes dust off her clothes.

“Excuse me? I’m not—you, you would—and I—“ Jon clenches his fists, takes a breath, and bursts out: “For what? What are you—we—supposed to be doing?”

She tugs sharply on the laces of her boot before answering. “We, Jonathan Sims, are going to destroy the Fears, now that they’re just a touch weaker and much more distracted in this brand-new world. Good enough for you, Archivist?”

“What?”

[cottage-babe]

Can I request some Sokka x Southern Water Tribe!reader hcs? How they'd confess or how Sokka would propose? Thank you in advance ❤

Masterlist

I was thinking abt this one last night 🥺 I hope this isn't too different from what you wanted ❤️

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Sokka x southern water tribe!reader

Okay, so you and Sokka were already dating before Aang came

You guys were the only teens in the village (save for Katara), so it was bound to happen at one point

Then Aang came and the four of you set off to help him

Sokka didn't let you come with them, saying that it was too dangerous, especially if the firenation was chasing them

But you snuck onto Appa at the last minute :)

You wanted to stay hiding until you guys were out of the South Pole, so you legit didn't come out during the 'rescue Aang and destroy Zuko's ship' thing oops

Plus, you knew that they could handle it... Probably

So they were flying off and then

You pop your head out of the bags you were hiding under

Sokka screamed in fright since he was the only one at the back of the saddle, but he calmed when he saw it you

Then he got mad, but let's ignore that 😌

You were so happy to finally leave the South Pole

Even tho your boyfriend was a lil grumpy w you, you just cuddled up next to him and pointed out weird things you saw

He slowly got over his anger and started laughing w you

You even took a little nap in his lap while he was going over the map (that rhymed 😳)

Anyways major time skip

So the Great Comet was coming up

You all were at Ember Island while Aang trained with Zuko

You noticed that Sokka was being a little distant for the majority of your stay

You were concerned, like c'mon this could be our final days, can't we just spend it together?

Whenever you tried to talk to him, he'd just kiss your forehead and be like "go hang out with Toph, I think she's getting bored"

You pouted and went to sand build with the girl, but you just wanted to swim with your boyfriend, was that too much to ask?

Toph relayed some information to you, saying that she found him fiddling with something one time

And it got you thinking, what is he doing?

So you and the blind girl decided to do something about it

"All right Toph, so you understand the plan right?"

"Yeah, yeah, your majesty," Toph spoke as she waved her hand around, "we went over it like a million times already, let's just do it."

You nodded and straightened your back confidently, today was the day you get your boyfriend back from... Whatever it is he's doing.

Sokka was sitting on a rock at the edge of the water, mindlessly doing something with his hands. His back was turned to you, so you couldn't see what he was fiddling with.

You tried to do plan A: sneak up behind him to see what it is. This plan was definitely not going to work on the keen boy; his senses and intuition got increasingly stronger after his time training with Master Piandao, the swordmaster. You used to sneak up on him all the time to scare him, but now it was no fun. He always saw you coming.

Now was no exception.

After you were about seven steps away from him, he turned to look at you with surprise.

"Y/n! I thought you were with Toph?" He said as he stood up, both arms behind his back.

You pouted; you knew that plan wouldn't work, but you still had hopes for it. Now, Plan B.

"Yeah, I was..." You trailed off for a moment, thinking. "But she got bored of me, you know how she is."

Sokka just laughed forcibly, his protective stance not wavering one bit.

"But anyways, I wanted to hang out with my lovely, amazing boyfriend. Are you doing something right now?"

"No, No! Nothing you care about anyways." He awkwardly laughed. "But, uh, maybe we can hang out later? I think Aang might be calling me."

You looked around. Aang was no where to be seen.

"Sokka, are you lying to me?"

"What?" He asked in panic. "Me? Lying? Never!"

You sighed in sadness. You guys had never hidden anything from each other, at least nothing this important. If it was important enough to distract him from you, then... Maybe you weren't that significant.

Getting fed up with the clueless look in his blue eyes, you followed through with Plan C. You tapped your foot three times onto the sand, knowing that a certain earth bender was waiting for a signal.

Then out of nowhere, a pillar of sand shot out of the floor behind Sokka. He squeaked as the line shot straight through his hands; sending the object flying in the air. You quickly flew your hands out and grasped it firmly in your palms.

But you didn't feel as satisfied as you thought you'd be.

In your hands, despite the protesting words coming from your boyfriend, was a small round wood piece attached to a light blue cloth. On the wood, delicates carvings danced around it, forming beautiful pictures around each edge.

Toph excitedly ran up to you two.

"Well?" She asked impatiently, "what is it?"

You wrapped both hands around it and looked at Sokka.

"It's, it's a betrothal necklace."

"Oh." Was all Toph said before she slowly inched away from the couple, not wanting to be sucked into the drama.

Meanwhile, you two couldn't stop looking at each other. You were trying to piece everything together, but some things just weren't adding up. Sokka was just waiting for you to say something. His hand rose to the back of his head to rub it anxiously.

"Is this... Is this for me?" Was the only thing you could think to ask as your thoughts muddled together.

A blush rose to the boy cheeks, a beautiful contrast to his tan skin. He never blushed much anymore, so it made you happy to see it once again.

"Of course it is, who else would I give it to?"

"But Sokka..." You pushed the perfect piece of jewelry back to his hands, not wanting to believe what was happening. "We're just kids, we can't get married."

Instead of taking it back, your boyfriend just enclosed it in your palms and wrapped your hands up in his. "I know! I wasn't planning on it yet, I just..." He paused to recollect his thoughts. "The Comet is coming soon, sooner than we're prepared for. If something happens to me, I just want you to have something to remember me by."

You began to tear up and let them fall past your cheeks. Stupid Sokka, stupid for thinking he won't survive.

He slowly opened your palms up and gently removed the necklace from your grip. Sokka walked behind you, moving the charm to your front before clasping it onto your neck. Instinctively, your hand went up to fumble with the piece of wood and trace the carvings. It was so pretty.

Sokka went back in front of you and clasped both hands onto your cheeks. His thumbs gently wiped away the wetness that dripped from your eyes.

"You better not die." You whispered as you sniffled a bit. "You're going to live; and then we're going back to the South Pole and getting married."

He chuckled and leaned his forehead onto yours. "And have lots of children?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. We'll talk about it after the war is finished. Promise you'll make it back to me?"

"I promise."

[slasherholic]

omg i never thought abt jen and mikey together but like......wow so pretty. do u have any thoughts or hcs u can share 🥺

tbh I only ship them as a crackship for the aesthetic™️ and also bc a power couple consisting of not one but TWO gorgeous murderous bastards is too much for my feeble villain fucker brain to handle

bUT YES I TOTALLY DO HAVE HCS. they’re v lazy but kinky as shit because michael really really needs to get dommed i mean knocked down a few pegs by a woman other than laurie sOOO

*note: the film never specifies jennifer’s age, and neither did any of the sources I researched, so I’m sticking with my pre-existing hc that she was an 18 y/o senior in the movie. jen is obviously a legal adult here 👍

HCs | Jennifer Check x Michael Myers (NSFW)

*AU where Jen lived and went on to be a bitchy succubus for all eternity and is now extremely good at what she does

*warning: non-consensual pp touching ahead

ha, hope y’all didn’t think this was gonna be an actual functional relationship cause IF SO well then honey, you got a big storm comin

remember the jason x mikey ship dynamic where the gag is that mikey is basically jay jay’s stinky mean cat who gets sprayed in the face with water every time he’s bad?

yeah, so michael is jennifer’s bitch very angry, very fun pet. oh how the turntables, mikey

only jennifer doesn’t exactly share jason’s innocent nature ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

michael had been in the market for a new “s/o” after his old one errr broke

and since stalking jen made his pp very hard, she was obviously the perfect choice for the job

but when michael made his move on her, haha whOOPS

nice going pp brain, your not-so-victim is a literal man eater and you just broke into her home so now she’s going to kick your fucking ass

yes jen is stronger than michael, yes she can yeet him like a soda can across her kitchen, yes she can sit on his chest and choke him out against the floor, yes it all happened in that order and no michael doesn’t want to talk about it

in michael’s defense he did get a fuckton of fatal stabs in on jen before he conked out from oxygen deprivation

lol too bad she’s immortal dumbass

jen wasn’t expecting to be dining-in tonight, but oh well a bitch ain’t gonna turn down free catering

might as well get a peek at what’s on the menu tho, let’s just get this crusty ass mask outta way and—

—oop he’s gorg.

totally her type too, at least back when she dated boys instead of tearing out their livers

she’s not even -that- hungry, so like, she kinda doesn’t wanna kill him yet?

she like, kinda thinks he might look pretty chained up ass naked in her living room?

yeah she was right lol

also his dick big

tbh jen was only planning to keep michael around until she got hungry, but fuck, he’s just so much fun to play with

she figured out pretty quickly that he wasn’t gonna talk to her

but that’s cool, he doesn’t have to open his stubborn bitch mouth for her to know how much he fucking detests the cuffs he’s locked up in and her and the fact that she can overpower him

jen finds it really funny to pin michael’s limbs down and have sloppy make-out sessions with his pretty face until that nasty glare of his turns downright murderous

yeah it gets her bitten but she doesn’t care because that’s really hot what the fuck

he’s so feral she loves it

soon, she’s making a point of grinding her crotch against his bare cock as she sucks his lower lip until he pops a very hard and very angry boner

sometimes jen leaves her cute toy all alone afterwards to suffer with his problem

but sometimes, she reaches down and wraps one of her slender hands around his hard-on, stroking and squeezing and teasing until he’s beading up with precum, painfully swollen

and then she grips his powerful neck with her other hand

and while jerking his cock, c h o k e s him until he’s blue in the face, until his body is gasping and heaving reflexively, until he’s fighting and thrashing so violently that he’s nearly bucking her off

but oh my god, he comes like a motherfucking firehose

michael has never felt such indescribable rage in his entire life. not toward anything or anyone. nothing he has ever experienced approaches this boiling hatred; he despises jennifer check with every fiber of his empty black heart and when gets free he is going to murder her in the most brutal fashion his mind can possibly concoct.

and jennifer absolutely cannot get enough of him.

[passable-talent]

hey roe, idk if you’ve done maze runner stuff before, but how abt newt x male former glader, established relationship, and they find him dead at the end of the death cure (movie or book)? I might want my heart ripped out

am I ready for this? no. and I never will be

decided to go with movie, as it’s easier, and there are gifs

gets bloody. major character death. spoilers? ig?

basically this was my personal study in human grief. enjoy having your heart ripped out! (I hope)

The streets were littered with chaos, and it was terrifying.

You’d felt terror before. You were familiar with the emotion, and had been for as long as you could remember. The glade, grievers, the scorch, cranks, you’d faced them all.

But this was worse. Sitting behind a concrete wall barely two feet high, listening to Newt struggle to breathe. It was terrifying beyond measure, to know that he was dying, and to know that the only thing that could stop it was just too far away to get to in time. But you tried not to lose hope- you just focused, focused on the mission.

Thomas has promised you that the lot of you were getting Newt out alive. You’d promised each other- you’d get him out. Newt was getting out of here alive, and there was no other way. Gally and Minho lead the way while you and Thomas supported his either side, holding him up when his own feet couldn’t. You made your way through a few blocks before Newt collapsed, and fell against a wall. You and Thomas followed him down, and there was a pause while all five of you caught your breath.

But a Berg flew overhead, and you felt there might be hope.

“That’s them,” Thomas said, “that’s them. We gotta go.” He scooped Newt’s arm over his shoulder, and you did the same, heaving him up from the floor. You wouldn’t listen when your legs told you they were tired.

“Go without me,” Newt insisted, breaking off to cough and spewing more black from his lips. You first looked at Thomas, then at Minho, not believing that they would ever leave Newt. You knew that they’d leave him just as soon as you would.

“Minho, Y/N,” Thomas said, his tone somber but serious. “You gotta run ahead, grab the serum, and get back to us as soon as you can.” Your gaze flicked to Minho, for his reaction, before you turned to Thomas.

“Y/N, go,” Thomas said, and you knew it only made sense. You and Minho were the fastest runners in the glade, back in the day. If anyone could do it, it would be one of the two of you.

“He’s right,” Gally added, “I can cover.” Gally stood, and Minho grabbed Newt’s hand, and your heart broke some more while you listened to Newt struggling to get his words out.

“Thank you,” he panted, “thank you, Minho.”

“Hey,” Minho said, leaning closer. “You just hang on. You hear me?” Minho let go, and moved aside.

You kneeled in front of Newt, and cupped his jaw. His hands came up and wrapped around your wrists, his eyes searching yours.

There were a million things to say. A million memories you wished you had the time to talk about with him, in this moment. You wanted to tell him that you needed him to stay alive. You wanted to tell him that you’d be okay if he didn’t. You wished you could give him peace, or hope, or anything.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t lie, not then. So you for had to make a choice.

In spite of the black he’d been forcing from his lungs, you kissed him. You didn’t know if you’d get another chance.

“Be alive when we get back,” you ordered him, and the three of you went running.

Like never before was your resolve strengthened, and you felt almost superhuman. Your stomach and throat were tight, as you held your grief at bay, because to you it felt like you’d already said goodbye. But still you hurdled over crumbled concrete barriers and dodged between crowds of people who were running the opposite direction.

Teresa’s voice cut through the chaos and your vision finally began to cloud with tears, because it felt like salt in a very, very large wound. You chose not to believe it, just for the moment, just to keep your feet moving, because to know that Thomas could’ve have saved him all this time was too much for you to bear.

You came up on the Berg, and another burst of speed brought you onto the platform.

“Brenda!!” You shouted, hand already outstretched. “Give me a serum!” By the time you reached her she had grabbed one, but instead of giving it to you, she went charging off past you. You followed, and so did Fry, and Gally. You and Minho broke through their line and went out ahead, he and you and Brenda being the fastest, and charging through the streets, through the fire and the explosives hurtling from all directions. Brenda got away from you, and you hoped that she’d make it in time.

Your feet brought you to the scene just behind her, and when she froze, you had to stop yourself from assuming the worst.

But it didn’t matter.

Newt was on the ground, a knife buried in his chest, and you, in that moment, lost everything.

Your mind. Your hope. Your strength.

Because you’d lost him.

“No!” You shouted, and on your way to him your feet finally gave out. You collapsed onto your shoulder inches from him, and crawled the final foot, pulling up your torso to let your hands frame his face. Still he looked up at the sky, but you knew there was no breath left in his lungs.

Your tears fell down your face and the taste of salt invaded your mouth, but no sound left your lips. Your grief was too much for words, for even sounds, other than the raspy inhale and exhale that was clouded by a closed throat. Your chest shook, and a tightness held your whole body as you leaned forward, resting your forehead to his.

Still, he felt warm.

You couldn’t breathe, the way your chest was tight, your stomach was tight. It was paralyzing, how deeply you were wracked with grief. You didn’t notice as Thomas walked away, but as Minho and Fry approached you leaned back, your hips falling from where they had been resting on the heels of your shoes, and you stumbled to the side, one hand catching you on the ground while you finally forced out a sound.

A brief, soft wail, to the stars above, blotted out as they were by smoke and flames.

You leaned forward again, shaking hands cupping Newt’s face again, your fingers sliding into his hair, which you had once known to be so soft. Your thumbs slid back and forth over his cheekbones, tracking through the dirt and sweat.

You leaned forward to kiss him, one final time.

“Y/N, we gotta go,” Minho said from behind you, and still you held onto Newt’s face. You felt an arm slide up and under your shoulder, and it began to pull you up.

“Wait!!” You shouted, your vision blurred but clear enough to get you back to Newt when you flailed out of their grip, legs kicking until you once again collapsed at his side. Your hands returned to his face, and you brushed his hair from his forehead, his eyes still staring up to the sky.

“Y/N-“

“Wait!” You shouted, stomach again so tight that every word came out forced, even as you threw one hand back to stop them from coming closer.

You collected yourself onto your knees, beside Newt’s chest, and looked down at the wound that had killed him.

It was Newt’s own knife. You recognized the handle, even though the blade was buried in his muscle and surrounded in still a spreading puddle of blood, soaking through his clothes. You watched your hand shake as you placed it on his chest, right into the center of the wound, your thumb and forefinger bordering the blade.

Your other hand, you took to the handle of the blade, and you pulled.

“It was Newt’s knife”, you heard yourself repeat, as you pulled the blade from his chest. You were lucky you couldn’t hear the sound, but you felt it, the way the flesh stuck and tried to hold. When you pulled it out, the reddish black liquid dripped from the metal, but you wiped it in the fold of your elbow before putting it into a sheath at your hip. Just like Newt had had.

You stood up, and stumbled backwards, still your eyes on Newt even as Minho grabbed your shoulder and yanked you away. Your eyes stayed on Minho’s feet while you ran through those same three damn blocks for the third time, still tears cutting down your face, and your stomach still fighting to curl in on itself.

The moment you stepped foot into the Berg, you collapsed, practically skidding against the front wall. You looked at your hands, as they’d been smeared in Newt’s blood, and turned the palms away from you, resting the clean knuckles against your lips. But when they pulled away, you discovered them black, and you remembered the blood you must’ve collected from his lips.

You wanted to get up and help Thomas, but Vince clapped your shoulder and told you to stay down. So you stayed, watching while they struggled to collect Thomas, watching while they tended his wounds.

You were numb, now, staring at the drying and cracking blood on your hands. Frypan kneeled in front of you halfway through the flight, and held toward you a wetted white cloth.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, but you brought your hands closer to your chest. It was a stupid reaction, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to lose the only things you had of him.

“He deserved to be buried,” you whimpered, saliva stringing between your lips. You were a mess. “And not under that city.”

“Y/N,” Fry said softly, taking your hand slowly in his. “You’ve got his knife. You don’t need to keep his blood.” After a moment’s pause, you nodded and closed your eyes, letting him wipe your hands up. You let him coax your chin forward while he wiped up your face, and you spent the rest of the journey looking at your clean hands, as they held a clean knife.

You weren’t nearly the same for weeks. You kept to yourself and grieved. You didn’t do much, other than sit around a fire with Minho and Fry, and occasionally Gally. The day Thomas got up, you hugged him tightly, knowing that he would need it just as much as you did. Minho, the next morning, walked with you out to the stone, where he carved Alby’s name, then Chuck’s. He put the chisel into your hands.

“He loved you,” he said, and gave you the hammer too. “You’re always gonna have that.” You swallowed down a lump in your throat, and lifted your arms.

You made peace with it. And carved his name.

-🦌 Roe

[foreverthesickestkidz]

I’ll put a summary here eventually but it’s a serial killer!mark tuan au, friends.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

warnings: gun, blood, mentions toxic relationship, cursing, it’s abt a serial killer so read at your own risk y’all, be careful.

authors note: i know i said this would be out Sunday & now it’s Thursday but I had some family issues come up :/ but here it is now lol!! Love you all! Also gif is not mine!!

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Jaebum set his pen down as soon as he heard the knock on his office’s door. He wasn’t at all surprised to see Mark entering. Once Mark locked the door behind him, he sank into the chair in front of Jaebum’s desk.

“I need information on Bambam, JB.” Mark’s dark eyes seemed more aloof than normal, Jaebum noted. “You’re close with his family. I know you have records on the kid.” Mark leaned back in the chair.

Jaebum chuckled darkly. “Mark Tuan you’re a motherfucker, you know that?”

Mark raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“So our little deal is only on when it comes to people you don’t know? How ridiculous is that?” Mark stood from the chair and leaned over Jaebum’s desk. “You give me intel on scumbags who deserve worse than jail, and I take them out. That’s the deal. Whatever little stipulations you’re trying to incorporate were never in the agreement. So let me remind you who you’re talking to, Jaebum” Mark’s twisted smile gleamed in the lighting of the office. The Glock he pulled from its place in his belt sat shining on the desk, almost like some kind of trophy. “We’ve been good friends now for quite awhile, and you suffering the consequences for breaching the contract will certainly put a strain on my welfare, but if you don’t give me what I want I won’t hesitate to remind you that we’re not partners. You work for me, not the other way around.”

Jaebum knew not to display any fear despite his fight or flight instincts triggering at the sight of the Glock. He heard Mark loud and clear, but his goal wasn’t to stay on Mark’s agenda. He had his own plan, and Mark was just a pawn.

With a twitch in his eye, Jaebum never broke eye contact with the killer before him.

“What information on Bambam do you need?”

Mark smirked and holstered his gun before sitting back down. “I knew you’d come to your senses. Give me everything you have.”

Hesitantly, Jaebum pulled the file and gave it to Mark.

After Mark left the building, Jaebum picked up his phone and dialed a number he knew very well.

“Bambam, are you in town?”

Bambam was thrown off by the sudden call from his parent‘s good friend. He was off in New York handling business for his new wedding line and wasn’t expecting any calls from Eclipse in his absence, other than you, Jackson, or Yugyeom.

“Jaebum, hello! I’m not, actually. I’m away on business. Why? Is something wrong?” His first thought was of you, he prepared for the worst and was ready to book a flight home as soon as possible.

“Stay away from Eclipse, Bambam.” Jaebum hung the phone up and rubbed his temples.

What the hell am I doing?

***

Jinyoung scurried away from the door as soon as he heard Mark’s footsteps on the other side. He had heard enough to grasp what was happening, but he was unsure of what to do next. He left the Police Station during his lunch break to talk with his most trusted confidant, Lee Kwang.

He flung the door open to the conference room in a hurry to be met with your eyes and a worried look of Kwang.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, I’ve got major information for you, Kwang. It’s about investigation Phoenix.” Jinyoung rushed his words out.

“Please have a seat, Detective. This is one of my most promising interns, y/n.”

Jinyoung nodded to you and looked back to Professor Lee. “Is it alright to speak of our investigation?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Of course. Y/n will be working closely with us on this case, she understands the risks and confidentiality. I believe she is the most capable of my interns to handle an investigation this big. I’ve already briefed her on the issue.”

You grinned proudly at your professor as he spoke of you.

“Alright, well. I overheard a conversation happening between Jaebum and some guy. I couldn’t really make out his name through the door and he left too quickly for me to get a good look at him. But, I got confirmation on what we’ve suspected. The killer and Jaebum are working together. It seems as though Jaebum might be working against his will, but I’m not too sure.” Jinyoung spewed all the information he could remember from earlier.

“Did you get anything recorded? On your phone maybe?” You asked, in hopes he’d say yes.

“Unfortunately no, I didn’t get a good opportunity.”

“This does open a new chapter to the case, but for now there is nothing we can do. Without proof, Jinyoung it’s our word against his. We’d never win in the courtroom.” Professor Lee shook his head. “We need a plan moving forward,”

You nodded, “We need several different aspects of evidence for this kind of case to win in our favor. I mean, we’re trying to take down the entire police force. This is major.” You shuffled several papers in front of you to get to a blank page. Picking up your pen, you began a list. “Detective, we’re going to need you to do a little snooping around,”

“Alright. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You smiled widely to the man before you. “Perfect. We can’t let them know we’re suspicious, so please act stealthily. If there’s another murder, try to get a picture of the body before the Coroner takes it away. Try to record any conversation between you and the Chief, the Coroner and the Chief, and the possible murderer. Any evidence we can gather on this will help solidify our claims. Look for missing files, things like that.”

Jinyoung nods throughout your speech.

“We suspect the coroner is in on this ‘deal’” Professor Lee adds after you finished.

Ripping out the page, you hand the list to Jinyoung.

Standing and reaching for the door, Jinyoung makes one last remark. “I’ll do my best. I knew something wasn’t right. We will find the killer. I will take down the entire Eclipse Police Force to do it.”

***

Yugyeom took a deep breath as he opened the door to your apartment. He could never really prepare himself each time he had to stay. It always seemed that the wounds of his past reopened every time he turned the key.

You sat on the balcony, reading over the files Professor Lee gave you on investigation “Phoenix.” You kept all information on the stressful case hidden from view of the three boys that frequented your apartment, but Yugyeom caught glimpses of it every now and then.

“Y/n, I’m back.” Yugyeom spoke softly in an attempt to not scare you.

You closed the file immediately, clutching onto it before getting up.

“I think we should talk, Yugyeom.” You sighed and re-entered the little apartment. You placed the file on the table and sat down on the floor of the kitchen area, a thing you and Yugyeom would do when you were together when one of you needed to rant to the other. He nodded and sat down in front of you.

“After that night, I never thought I could look at you again.” You stared intensely at the white tiles under your legs.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I-“

“No more apologies, Yugyeom. Just listen,” you pulled your head up to meet the eyes of the man you once loved.

“I think maybe, it was my fault.” You fiddled with the sleeves of your hoodie. “Jackson said to me, ‘you made Yugyeom feel things he’d never felt before.’ Was I just too much?”

Yugyeom felt his sadness physically, the pain sprouting from his heart and through his fingertips.

“No, y/n. You were perfect. You’re still perfect. I don’t know why I couldn’t just- you were so pure, and I-“ Yugyeom had so much to say, but his words failed him and he knew it wouldn’t matter what he said anyway.

You shook your head, and smiled softly.

“Bambam hates you for what you did. He hates that you hurt me so deeply. Yet, he trusts you to keep me safe from some serial killer.” You chuckled. “No killer could hurt me worse than you, Yugyeom.”

You retreated to your room to be left alone with your memories of the night you left Yugyeom.

***

Mark walked the streets of Eclipse with a cigarette between his lips. He reached Bambam’s empty apartment before his cigarette was finished and rolled his eyes at the thought of putting it out prematurely.

Getting through the door was easier than Mark expected, and walking through the lush carpet left boot prints in the rug. He made a mental note to run his hands through it on the way out to rid any evidence of his presence. He picked up a framed picture of you and Bambam that sat on the coffee table. Mark’s eyes lit at the sight of you, and he grinned at the thought that you were so happy there. He wondered if you really knew who Bambam was, and he was almost sure you didn’t. Someone as pure and innocent as you wouldn’t dare be best friends with guilt ridden scum like Bambam, right? He wandered through the rest of the apartment until he found what he was looking for. He picked up the golden locket that was securely hidden under Bambam’s mattress.

This doesn’t belong to you, spoiled little brat.

Mark turned the locket over to reveal a little ‘4’ etched into the gold. Mark left Bambam’s apartment as the all too familiar voices began to ring out in his head.

Blood

Red

Blood

Red

Mark shook his head aggressively as he walked away from the building.

This wasn’t the time for him to need to kill. Jaebum hadn’t given him anymore names and he really needed to see you. The locket in his pocket felt heavy as the voices grew louder.

He sank to his knees in the street, waiting for his head to settle down.

The next morning he awoke in a pool of sticky blood, and the empty body of a stranger lay dismantled near him.

[frobster]

Not to chuck an idea at you so soon, but that post rlly awakened something in me lmaoo. How abt little!Pietro starts acting up a bit/bein bratty n Clint can’t rlly bring himself to punish him bc Pietro is so sensitive to punishment, but eventually Pietro ends up acting out in front of Nat and she steps up without hesitation and is just as strict with him as he needs. Clint is a lil protective at first, but Nat is super sweet w Tro too and Clint and Nat balance each other rlly well 🥺

Tro owns my heart right now 😭💜

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Pietro was a troublemaker no matter what headspace he was in. He was snarky, playful, mischevious, and perpetually curious. Clint liked it, usually. He liked the verbal sparring, how Pietro always kept him on his toes. It was nearly impossible to keep him under control but Clint had his ways.

Clint didn't like to use punishment. Pietro had been through enough and he knew Wanda would never forgive him if he did anything too harsh. So he plied Pietro with treats and rewards, with the occasional reprimand and stern look. Usually they worked well enough since deep down Pietro was desperate for acceptance and affection. He liked to be well-behaved because he liked when Clint praised him.

But sometimes it just wasn't enough. 

Sometimes, Pietro got in a mood. He wouldn't listen to any attempts from Clint to settle down, he kept darting around and leaving messes behind. Nothing would keep his attention for long and he was going beyond sassy into being rude. Clint was growing frustrated with the boy's attitude but he still refused to do anything too drastic. Pietro wasn't just in a bad mood, he was feeling little too.

It was a delicate balance when Pietro was little and grumpy. Clint still wasn't entirely sure how to handle him properly like that. Pietro was snapping colored pencils and crayons, ripping up paper, throwing pillows and blankets, tipping cups of juice and water over. Clint was just trying to clean up the mess to keep it from getting too bad, but he was losing his edge. Pietro was young and enhanced, Clint was older and just a normal human.

And to his surprise, Natasha decided to drop by. She was curious as to why Clint hadn't left his unit yet that day and why he wasn't responding to her messages. Though she realized why as soon as she stepped in and got the door closed. Without needing to be told, she flicked the lock on the door and got to work cleaning up the messes too.

Pietro was off hiding in his room as the two cleaned up. There were crashes and thumps in his room and Clint sighed heavily. 

"You have to get him under control," Nat said as she wiped up the last of the spilled water.

"I know, I know. I just don't want to be too hard on him, not after everything he's been through." Clint sounded as guilty as he felt.

"You want me to talk to him?" Nat was standing with her arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised, looking ready for the challenge.

Clint was hesitant to allow anyone else to interact with Pietro when he was in a bad mood. But another thump before a loud string of angry Sokovian rang through the unit. He sighed again and sunk onto the couch, rubbing both hands over his face.

"Sure, Nat. Try your best," he relented.

Natasha went right to the bedroom, knocking on the door and waiting just a few seconds before opening it. 

"Go 'way!" Pietro yelled, which was all Clint heard clearly before the door was closed again.

There was muffled conversation, the volume of which rose and fell. Various languages were used and Clint could barely understand any of it. Even with his hearing aids in, he still usually needed to see people to understand what they were saying.

Eventually he got up again and started pacing anxiously. Pietro was a delicate boy despite how much he tried to hide that. He had a rough childhood, rough life in general until the team found him. Their friendship had been rocky at first, but the amount of trust between them now was nothing to scoff at. Pietro didn't trust anyone beyond him and Wanda.

Clint paused outside the bedroom and tried to listen. The conversation was still tense, he could tell by the tone. But he didn't want to interrupt whatever was happening. At least Pietro didn't seem to be making any other messes for him to clean up later.

Back on the couch, Clint stretched out and stared up at the ceiling. He wondered what Natasha was saying, how she had convinced Pietro to stay still and stop his path of destruction. There seemed to be both infinite options and very few.

Finally, the door opened again. Clint sat up sharply and looked over, eyes widening when he saw Pietro had tears tracking down his cheeks.

"Baby, what happened?" Clint asked as he opened his arms for his boyfriend.

Pietro immediately slumped down onto the couch and leaned into Clint, sniffling as he clung tightly. Clint squeezed Pietro close, pressing kisses to his head and trying to help him calm down again. He shot a look to Nat, ready to kick her out of their apartment for upsetting his baby.

"M'sorry, papa," Pietro mumbled as he wiggled onto Clint's lap to curl up tightly. 

The apology caught Clint off guard and he looked down at Pietro again, making sure he was settled properly. Even though he had been frustrated earlier, now he was worried about Pietro. The boy rarely cried, rarely showed such emotion or vulnerability. 

"It's okay, Tro. You were just having a bad day, yeah?" Clint said softly, not a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Pietro just whimpered softly and nodded. Natasha came to sit down too and reached out to lightly rest a hand on Pietro's knee. Both the men tensed up and Clint was once again ready to defend his boyfriend if he had to. Pietro was clearly upset enough already and now all he wanted to do was cuddle.

"He's a good boy," she said with a gentle smile.

Clint looked at her with a guarded expression. He knew his boy was unique, needed some special care. They still worked together well and Clint absolutely loved being in a relationship with Pietro. No matter what anyone else said or though, Clint would never think poorly of Pietro.

"Yeah, he is. He's my good boy." Clint felt a little possessive with Natasha smiling at his boyfriend like that.

Natasha was Clint's oldest friend. They got along very well, and they had a bit of a fling back in the day. But his affection was focused on Pietro, no matter how any feelings for Natasha might be lingering.

"You're good for him. I'm glad you're both together." Natasha was completely genuine. 

Pietro finally peeked out again and wiped at his face to dry off the tears. He managed a small smile for Natasha, even though he stayed curled up tightly on Clint's lap.

"Thank you," he murmured, sounding so sweet after his tantrum earlier. 

It was a bit of a surprise to Clint that Pietro was being so well-behaved but he had to admit, he liked it. Clint kissed Pietro's head again and the boy giggled, wiggling a little as his happy, playful mood returned. 

"Play? Wanna play," Pietro asked before looking around for his toys.

Clint had put the toys away by then, but it wouldn't be too hard to take them out again and get something set up on the floor. So he nodded and gently pat Pietro's side to urge him into action. The younger man grinned and darted over to the toy chest in the corner, digging through it for the ones he wanted.

"Nat play too!" 

Pietro came back over with a set of cars and handed one to Clint before holding one out to Nat. He looked shy and hopeful, like he completely forgave her for whatever happened in his bedroom earlier. The sight had Clint's chest feeling warm with affection and he grinned as Nat took the car with another smile.

"Sure, cutie. I'd love to play," she cooed, surprisingly sweet to him.

Being called 'cutie' had Pietro giggling again with a light blush as he ducked his head to focus on his own car. He pushed it back and forth on the floor, wheels rolling easily over the carpet. 

Without needing to be prompted, Clint slid onto the floor too and rolled his own car over near Pietro's. Nat joined them and they all started playing together, making various car sounds and making up short plotlines to act through. It was sweet and easy and Clint was vaguely surprised and pleased at how well Nat fit in with them.

Maybe his buried affection wouldn't have to stay buried forever.

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Added to Collection of Cuties on ao3!!

[in-tua-deep]

You are the uncontested queen of tua aus please tell me abt the siblings finding klaus and him getting sober in the responsible Luther au

asdfsDFSG what’s the gender neutral word for king and queen?? i said regent to my sister but apparently that’s when someone is just holding place for like,, if the heir is a minor or something but monarch just doesn’t have the same ring to it smh

honestly Luther probably disapproves greatly when Five absolutely insists on having Klaus in the house because if he’s not in the house then he’s on the strEETS LUTHER

(and look, this is a Five who survived however long in the apocalypse before popping back - he knows better than anybody the difficulty of surviving wandering the streets with no one there to help you)

and Five has a room that he’s not even using because he’s way too freaked out to sleep alone (and every time he tries to sleep alone he wakes up alone and thinks that coming back was all a dream, that he’s still in the apocalypse and that he’s cracked and his siblings are dead and he’s a failure and it’s just bad so yeah Luther definitely doesn’t mind sharing his bed if that means he doesn’t have to spend an hour trying to convince Five that he isn’t the vengeful dead come to punish him) so it makes sense to give it to Klaus, right?

Luther’s convinced that Klaus is going to rob them blind and vanish back onto the streets again and he personally makes a rule about no drugs in the house that is pretty much ignored by Klaus who can sneak things in anyway

so what happens is this

Diego finds Klaus and hauls him up into his car with promises of breakfast or something and takes him to Luther’s place. He does not explain exactly why he is doing this, because informing the brother they all kind of bullied over the fact that he consistently failed to summon their presumed dead sibling that said sibling is, in fact, alive and also a traumatized child is kind of difficult to word

So Klaus is complaining loudly and probably also commenting on the fact that he didn’t know Diego moved out of his shitty boiler room into an actual apartment except Diego doesn’t get a key out he knocks on the door

and Luther answers it

and Klaus is very very confused as Luther just sighs deeply, like a man who was up all last night convincing a child that their dad isn’t going to pop up like the boogeyman and lock them away. “He had a rough night.” Luther tells them both, ushering them in to sit on his thrift store couch and mismatched armchair, “I’ll see if he’s ready to come out. Klaus visiting might actually help, and I can’t believe I said that.”

“I have no idea what’s going on.” Klaus informs the room as a whole, “But I am offended at the implication that I wouldn’t help whatever is going on! But also I’m still very confused and was also promised food.”

Luther just sighs again. “Just. Just give me a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Luther leaves the room and Klaus side eyes Diego real hard. Because he was literally scooped up, bribed with the promise of food, and brought to Luther’s apartment? Last Klaus heard, Luther was still licking their dad’s boots and living at home? Klaus shares a confused look with Ben.

“What the fuck is happening?” Klaus whispers to Ben. Except, his whisper isn’t exactly quiet and Diego just shifts and ignores him. Typical.

“If he’s ready to come out? Did Luther get a boyfriend or something?” Ben asks, entirely skeptical, “Except why would Diego hunt you down for this?”

Klaus is about to respond with an equally wild theory involving possible alien abductions when there’s a blue flash of light out of the corner of Klaus’s eye and suddenly he’s being tackled off the sofa with arms flailing everywhere. His hand is about to hit whatever is attacking him when he hears Ben’s voice yell out - “Klaus, stop!”

Because he trusts Ben to know what’s best for him (mostly), Klaus freezes to actually process the entire scene, and becomes aware of the fact that whoever tackled him is… pretty small. And crying. And also surprisingly familiar?

“What the fuuuuck.” Klaus wheezes out. Ben is talking and Klaus isn’t really listening because that’s little Number Five clinging to him and actually having tackled him off the sofa meaning that he’s, you know, very much not dead and incorporeal.

Luther jogs into the room to see Klaus and Five on the floor and Diego doing exactly nothing to help. “Five, Five buddy. You gotta let Klaus up. Why don’t you guys sit on the couch together instead of on the floor.”

Five does not respond. Klaus is wide-eyed and opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish, actually speechless for the possibly the first time in his life. Luther just sighs deeply and just reaches down to scoop both up together and dump them back on the couch where Five proceeds to burrow into Klaus’s side.

“What’s with him?” Diego asks, looking a little freaked out and like he very much does not know how to handle their traumatized baby brother. Luther certainly knows the feeling. 

“He had a bad night.” Luther sighs. There’s a lot of sighing going on tonight. “He’s been hunkered down in the closet for most of today, he’s got a nest in there for when things are bad.”

“I’m right here.” Five says, muffled where he’d pressed into Klaus’s side.

“What the fuck.” Klaus repeats, again, because it seems like his alarm is being duly ignored by everyone whose name doesn’t rhyme with the number ten. “Someone better be explaining things right the fuck now, holy shit.”

And that’s where between them, mainly Luther but also Diego, they explain haltingly about Five showing up, and Luther taking him and leaving, and the future and the apocalypse and everything they know.

“Five went to the future?” Klaus asks, incredulous.

“It was shit.” Five says, wiping his nose on his sleeve and making Luther grimace and reach for the tissues.

“I have so many questions.” Ben whispers, next to them. 

and it continues with Klaus looking at Ben and asking questions and then Diego finally gets up and is like “Okay okay, it’s getting on a bit so I should be getting home.”

and that’s what prompts Five to be like, “Oh - do you need to go home as well, Klaus?”

and Klaus, being Klaus, has no filter and is like “Actually I’m what you would call uh, homeless. So, you know, on my own schedule and all that.”

and Five FLIPS because hey, he was technically homeless in the apocalypse, right?? so he absolutely puts his foot down and demands that Klaus stay with him and Luther because they have the extra bedroom they’re not even using, Luther - and Klaus is family!! And Luther is not willing to pick this fight right now so he grudgingly accepts it for now. He says they’ll revisit the conversation tomorrow.

What probably happens is that Five is antsy about leaving Klaus home alone, but Luther doesn’t want to leave Five home with only Klaus for company, either. So Luther would have to sit Klaus down and have a very frank discussion on all of Five’s triggers (anything burning, fire, restraints of any kind, straight jackets, probably buckles as well tbh, etc.) and the fact that Five is a child. If Five stays home with Klaus, Klaus has to be responsible. Which means not being high.

And I’m pretty sure Klaus actually would want to help, and Ben would want to help, so he’s willing to give getting sober a try for his babiest brother so that he doesn’t get kicked out and his visiting Five privileges revoked

Klaus probably ends up having to get sober at Diego’s place since Klaus’s bright idea involves tying him to a chair until he detoxes and Five has some Serious Issues with capital letters with restraints (thanks dad) and would probably freak out at the sight

on the bright side, Five would absolutely believe Klaus sees Ben and demand to talk to Ben from day one eagerly, and Klaus would probably let baby Five know that Ben is around and translate for him which is nice

and then when he gets sober, he figures out he can summon Ben which is even cooler

Five is a little shit who is alarmingly good at figuring out when Klaus is accurately translating Ben’s comments and speech for the general public and calls Klaus out a lot when he speaks for Ben lmao

but yeah basically Klaus gets sober because Five is a baby who brings out even Klaus’s protective instincts and also he’s fully aware that Luther only tolerates him in the house because Five insists and if he wants to continue having a roof over his head and interaction with his babiest sibling he needs to appease Number One who is in charge here

but on the bright side, Klaus at least has his siblings help this time

and also the knowledge he wasn’t the last to know

(Vanya is contacted next)

(Allison is actually the last to know because she won’t picK UP HER PHONE) 

[cleaduvalls]

i watched “spy kids” 4 times in 1 week and here are my thoughts

carmen your nightgown is like 200 years old, get a new one

you clearly know this story by heart, you’re saying parts of it. why are you questioning what “take him out” means

a double wig should be more obvious than that

we can see that that’s a glass elevator. people can see you changing, ingrid

nice hat

why did you kill the swan

is that paul rudd???????

how are jets ripping pages out of a book

heart shaped parachutes shouldn’t be working that well

why is there a guitar on your bed. how do you sleep

i think the kids would have seen the track in the floor at SOME point

why is there a jungle gym in their house. i know they’re spies but who has a jungle gym.... in their HOUSE

carmen you’re a frog

i think juni just legitimately try to kill carmen

why are both parents going to school. is that like, a Thing????

juni how do you do that

who puts a video screen in the front seat

hey look its floop. love that guy

they’re not picking on you for the bandages, it’s cuz you brought the toys OUTSIDE your backpack. always put them inside. trust me

did his mirror just.... zoom in?????

h*ck yeah beat him up greg

do all the other kids hate him too??????

dang that hurt

“chief” that’s so white

stupid kid. his dads a spy

that floop doll isn’t even close to accurate

hey look its floop again. love that dude

Big Willy Wonka Energy

oooh skipping numbers i see. love that

why do the subtitles have “mr. floop” as his name. its just floop, yall

“sometimes in order to think big you have to think small” pretty inspirational tbh

oh hes fidgeting!!!!!! love that

woah what are you doing this is rated pg ingrid

i wish my uncles would tell me im shrinking. they just make small talk abt school 😔

this gradenko lady looks like jan from the office

hey its floop again!!!!! love that dude

yes juni. its a fire drill in your own home

these dudes have a jungle gym AND a pool. what the h*ck

why did you pull off your mustache to prove you’re not related. if anything that makes you more related. greg does that too

why did he put the mustache back ON

where did those boats come from

carmen says manual weird. man-yull

right, cuz adrenaline causes warts

“don’t touch anything” *immediately touches everything*

basic boat ettiquette: don’t shit in the boat. those toilets can’t handle anything

is that globe..... punched in???????

floop!!!!!!! love that dude

feet on the desk????? i dunno seems pretty gay

since when did carmen get keys to that

i might be wrong but i dont think thats every country

what does pressure have to do with positioning a laser

this floor is the best mechanic in the whole movie. reminds me of a richie rich comic i had as a kids

why did they not run into the wall. i wanted to see that

is the slide there when floop films his show????

HEY ITS FLOOP!!!! love that dude

theres a bunch of normal food like.... sour worms. why did they pick the slime from charlie and the chocolate factory when johnny depp finds the oompa loompas

thats a sick coat. best one in the movie

that was a good snap. nice acoustics

God what a power move. something thanos would say

listen floop i love you but thats not how you say research

fELIX NO

and hes gone. cool

did she kick the camera?????

haha author unknown. cuz hes a spy

why did you take that one specifically????? plot convenience????

he can still be a spy, just not a good one. learn to read

is that supposed to be a question?????

FUN FACT if you listen closely when carmen says “like felix said” you can hear a weird cut in “said”, almost like its a new clip

theres no keyhole

i think juni can read. why are you spelling it

did you have the floop toys in your pocket????

OKAY THIS SCENE WHERE THEY PLAY IT BACKWARDS?????? THAT MESSED ME UP AS A KID 

what do those things do?????

i can feel the pain from the fan blades

how did that break the chain????

why would you annouce that. they can hear you. just because they’re thumbs doesn’t mean they’re deaf

that’s a thing, not a place

FLOOP!!!!! ON A BILLBOARD!!!! love that dude

how are you slipping. shes holding YOU

YOU DROPPED HIM GENIUS

how do people not notice the jetpack dudes

DOES NO ONE CARE THAT CLOTHES WERE STOLEN

that’s a cute coat

why is the lady cool with carmen just... doing that

HEY I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!!!!!! AND THAT DUDE!!!!!

ofc you can’t think “straight enough” you’re gay

why is mexico sepia tone

when do you think juni had time to change and learn a new language

IF IT HURTS TO HIT HIM, S T O P

i wanna be on that merry-go-round

HOW DO YOU K N O W THAT HIS CODE NAME. WHY “MUST” IT BE HOMBRE

i love how junis just like “we already got a fake uncle”

LOOK AT HOW FLOOP IS SITTING!!!!!!!! THATS GAY!!!!!!! HE IS A HOMOSEXUAL!!!!!!!!

ALSO MORE FLOOP!!!! say it with me, LOVE THAT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!

minion looks like barry from friends

wait i lied this coat is better

we DO have uncles like that!!!!!

if your inventions are so good why is your font so BORING

hey wait carmen said that. hmmmmmmmm 🤔🤔🤔

glowsticks dont help you see like at all

the map looks like gallifreyan but its not. spy kids is older than the doctor who reboot

they go ZOOM

THATS NOT HOW YOU SAY MANUAL!!!!!!!

great job carmen YOU wrecked the plane

WHATS A REGULATOR

oh its just a breathing thing

haha pee joke. funney

where are the brains coming from???? that factory is Not Correct

if i were juni i would look back over all the floop’s fooglies tapes and see what the agents were saying backwards. once the mission was done, ofc

it took me like 5 minutes to figure out what sknaht meant the first time

SEE THIS MECHANIC IS GOOD BC NOW THERES NO PLEXIGLASS

WHY DOES NO ONE RUN INTO THE WALL

F L O O P  I S  G O D

love that dude

you discussed with the spy parents that juni watched the show. he just told you that you took his parents. you KNOW this is juni, why are you surprised that he watches it????? you already know!!!!!!

tbh i kinda want some of those colorful chains. they’d look cool somewhere

haha voice crack

no wonder your shows not doing well. those are awful times

why is there a sexy thumb nurse. why did floop make the thumb nurse sexy

use her first name?????? you’re clearly dating

!!!!!! THEY USED THE SAME TOOL MULTIPLE TIMES!!!!!! UNHEARD OF!!!!!!!

he cares so much about this show!!!!!! its so sweet!!!! love that dude

YEP THIS COAT IS BETTER, LOOKS A M A Z I N G IN A RUNNING SCENE

haha you killed carmen

ok this scene with the acid crayon is like my absolute favorite. something about using a crayon to escape and then floop (love that dude) opening the door a second later and then doing a double take. FAVE

wheres belize

ok so apparently its a country by mexico

no you CANT tell her you need to ESCAPE

we finally got a clean outside shot of the castle.... that place is wack

haha minion can’t sit in the hand chair correctly because hes STRAIGHT what a loser

hey juni HOW DO YOU DO THAT

minion you know what the robot costumes look like AND what juni looks like. dont be stupid

what..... what do you want carmen for, exactly, minion??????

floop is supportive of others’ art!!!!!!!!!!! love that dude

HE SAID “WHERE’S MOM AND DAD” LIKE THEY’RE HIS OWN PARENTS THAT’S SO C U T E

ALSO ANOTHER SCENE WITH THE GREAT RUNNING COAT

he says doppelganger beautifully

“its too late” that timing was BEAUTIFUL

you COULD take 500 brains out if you just TRIED HARDER. still love that dude

his control panel has buttons that spell “floop”

WHY CAN MINION TALK NORMAL

if its reversible why do you have it in later movies

carmen fights fake juni and juni fights fake carmen because they didnt have the fancy clone (?) technology

THREE TIMES!!!!!! THEY USED THE SAME TOOL T H R E E  T I M E S THIS HAS NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!!

nice censorship

HOW DID MACHETE SMASH ONLY THE CLEAR WINDOWS AND A L L THE CLEAR WINDOWS THERE ARE NO MORE CLEAR WINDOWS!!!!!! ANYWHERE!!!!!

wow nice 3 buttons thats totally how you hack

oh look they have all died

oh. guess not :((

machete you better rip off your mustache

HES GOING TO JUNIS LEVEL TO TALK TO HIM!!!!!!! HE RUFFLED HIS HAIR!!!!!!!!! HES GONNA MAKE A GREAT DAD!!!!!!!

wow no shit ingrid

did he leave his wart bandaid on the kitchen counter?????

ALAN CUMMING!!!! ON A CEREAL BOX!!!!

ok CLEARLY other people watch floop’s show, he’s rated number 2. kids at the school are gonna recognize juni and carmen. they better get popular

is that george clooney

well that’s not how it works in spy kids 2. or 3. or 4. or the tv show

[pokeshippingflashfic]

“You’re like, the best pillow” makes me think of all the times they fell asleep against each other bc of jigglypuff so I have to request. Doesn’t have to be abt a jigglypuff tho

It wasn’t the first time he’d been swallowed up by this unique source of warmth, though he was remiss to remember the specifics of the last time he’d felt it.

It’s was more intimate, more focused than the encompassing warmth that his sleeping bag gave him with its cotton and polyester blend, more direct and almost feverish. It seared where it touched and left almost abandoned, where it missed his flesh. It wasn’t the same burn he’d felt from any fire-type Pokemon though, nor did it bake like the hot sultry island sunshine he’d grown accustomed to in Alola.

It was a tender warmth that lulled and soothed and roused and anchored him, something that he’d felt to such a degree on a few separate occasions over the course of his journey, though most of them were quite short-lived by comparison.

Holding hands, once, twice, thrice, etc; a kiss or two to the cheek, one to the lips; thin, somehow delicate fingers clawing at his elbow, belonging to an Ursaring of a girl who claimed that ghosts were too much to handle; looping arms and dragging him down the street to keep her company; carrying him above frigid winter waves, one arm tucked around his back and another clutching his front while warm breath blew haphazardly against his neck and cheek…

The closest he could remember coming to this sensation however were the handful of times he’d been put to sleep against his will and had somehow mysteriously woken up leaning against a particular female friend of his.

An unbidden consideration crossed his mind for the first time… Why mysteriously…? Because he had an unconscious habit of standing closer to her than anyone else…?

Hmm… how curious.

He was too comfortable to snap awake the way he figured he should have, would have, at most any other time when his subconscious was taking him for such an eventful joyride so he took his time squinting his eyes tightly shut before easing them open, praying he wouldn’t be blinded by the morning sunlight.

Surprisingly, he was actually greeted by the semi-darkness of the Ketchum living room, illuminated just so by the overhead light ranging above the staircase leading to the second floor.

But, far more closely than that  realization was the sight of two blue-green eyes staring avidly down at him from straight above.

“Misty…” he murmured sleepily, instinctively. “Wha’cha… doin’ here?” And he released a deep yawn before easing his eyes closed again, a faint smile adorning his thin lips, as if there was no concern to be had over falling asleep in Misty Waterflower’s lap.

“What am I…? Ash Ketchum, you dummy!” she responded, just as reflexively, though she didn’t have it in her to fling him off of her so instead she just lightly kicked up her thigh enough to knock the sleep right out of him.

“Mwah!” he wailed in response, snapping into a sitting position and almost bumping foreheads with her. “Wha’d’ya do that for?!”

“You fell asleep on me, Mr. Pokemon Master! I should be asking you what you thought you were doing this whole time!” she exclaimed, arms crossing tightly over her chest and lips pursed into a frown as she glared daggers at him. “Also real smooth of you to forget I’ve been in your house for two days now!”

“Wait, wait… I did… I did what? Fell asleep? What was - what’s…”

The memory of him wandering down to the living room earlier that night, after two hours or so of tossing around in bed, too worked up for some reason to let true slumber claim him, flooded back as he stammered aloud. He also remembered Misty joining him about thirty minutes after, claiming that she too couldn’t find it in her to sleep, that she was used to being up late since becoming a gym leader, that she was excited to see her best friends again after so many months without.

They’d been watching television - he couldn’t even remember landing on a particular show, they’d just continued channel surfing and evading the rare case of endless static - and then…

He couldn’t remember anymore. Somehow, just like that, he’d apparently fallen fast asleep. But still, even if that was the case, things didn’t make a whole lot of sense.

“But how did I end up on your lap?”

“Wha…?” the redhead yelped, and he was proud to see her upper lip quivering as she was caught red-handed… Even though he had no idea what she was so upset about.

“I mean, I guess I was knocked out easier than I thought once I got down here but even if I fell on you or whatever, I shouldn’t’ve ended up with my head in your lap, right?”

“Wh - well, I…” Ah, now the tables had turned! It was rare for Ash to come out on top and he couldn’t help milking the opportunity when it arose. “You had so much trouble sleeping upstairs, remember? I figured, if you somehow were able to get some rest down here then… it would be best to let you… to help you, I guess.”

He eyed the stammering, flushing redhead with suspicion. There was no way she was being entirely honest about things. He couldn’t imagine a scenario where he would have fallen all the way down to her lap on his own, especially not without waking up…

But at the same time, whatever her secrets, he knew to at least be grateful that she’d left him to get his rest, that she’d helped him, as she so eloquently put it.

Whatever the situation, whatever the accusations, Misty had enough sense to not turn tail and run. As if she needed to give Ash more ammo to poke and prod at her nerves into the next day until she lost her temper. No, it was better to ward him off now, right? So she didn’t leave the couch. 

And Ash, who’d leaped back into a sitting position after she’d roughly nudged him with her knee, and who was now holding his neck with one hand and rolling his head to and fro from one shoulder to the other as if massaging any kinks he may have ended up with (but magically didn’t, as he was currently finding out), hadn’t run or even slightly backed away either, nor was he continuing to berate her with inquiries about how things had ended up the way they were.

What was that saying about small mercies…?

“S’weird how I was able to fall asleep so easily down here,” he went on next, arching his back into a deep stretch and then offering her his patented snarky grin, “Maybe you’re my good luck charm, Mist.”

“Ah…” She almost melted. She almost exploded. She almost gave herself away in one manner or another but she was able to withhold her knee-jerk response (minus a somewhat flattering splash of red to her cheeks) and instead gave back as good as she was getting. “Maybe I am then, huh?”

Ash’s grin faded slowly from his face. He didn’t look upset though, nor panicked that she wasn’t backing down. Instead he was gazing almost warily at her as if choosing which was the best route to take when continuing their borderline flirty conversation.

Perhaps he had grown up some since they’d last seen each other…

“Well, at least there’s one thing we learned from this, huh?” he began openly, gaze softening, not daring to look her directly in the eye. 

“Uh… huh. And what’s that, Mr. Pokemon Master?”

“You’re, like, the best pillow. I mean, ya’d have to be for me to fall asleep that easily, right? Hehe!”

“What are you…?” she began, faltering at his audacity. There was no if or but about this; Ash Ketchum was definitely flirting with her! To think he’d come so far after their time apart! She was so busy mentally traversing the avenues she might take to respond to this that she almost missed his next comment.

“But it was kinda unexpected, ya know?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he began, and the catty grin on his face was enough to drain the color from hers because she absolutely knew exactly what was coming. “I just didn’t think someone as scrawny as you could be so comfortable!”

And then he took off running.

“You idiot…” she muttered furiously, on her feet instantaneously, the fire in her spirit renewed enough to chase him around the living room, even going so far as to leap over the back of the couch in her pursuit.

Trust that dummy Ash Ketchum to ruin a perfectly good mood!

[dilfhakyeon-moved]

I wrote about death and Love

Just trying something out, not anything fandom-related ( or you can imagine it so if you want, but... that’s gonna be hard maybe lmao my mind went to at least three different fandoms while writing it and only one would maybe be fitting, but there’d be no characters for it except one )

Maybe I caught some of that Halloween spirit yeet yeet !

It’s set in a sort of fantasy setting if it can help understand why it can seem so,, heartless. and like. “we won’t do anything to help u”. it’s bc they Can’t bc they Don’t Know what to Do

there’s also a lot of confusion. that’s normal. i write like i’m writing a script for a film so don’t worry abt it if u don’t understand shit it’s bc i visualise everything and then i write it down without thinking about how shitty it will look hsfjdkhd

TW: death, sort of graphic description of stuff that’s kinda not cool ?, also stuff about someone who kinda goes so obsessed she can’t recognise reality I don’t know really but it’s macabre and depressing idk why I wrote that maybe it’s vent but idk why I’d write that to vent !! just. hm

Frozen. Here she lied ; was this truly her peace ? It couldn’t be. If herself wasn’t in peace, how could this bruised, cold skin and these pale, glassy eyes reflect any ? Glassy, they were. She was afraid of looking too long into them, might she see her own reflection in these gruesome mirrors. They were the mirrors of someone’s soul, once.

Tears fell next to them. She stood. A few seconds of reflection before a foggy breath left her, and she was kneeling back down.

Her frail hands were shaking as she took her cloak off, a deaf sob barely reaching her own ears as she carefully placed it on the other figure, covering shoulders and chest. She wished she could see her chest heave just another time.Not another time. More. She wished to see her blink, her eyes giving her stern but affectionate glare again ; she yearned to watch her as she took the cloak off and sat up, offering her a reassuring smile, and she stood, trying to rearrange her messy clothes ; she needed to see her move, as her skirt twirled around and her rare, but bright laughter seemed to echo comfortingly. Hearing her again. Feeling her breath and her gaze, and her words shooting through her mind in the worst ways, her fingers grazing her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t alone, she was fine.

Except she wasn’t. And she was alone, in her little world of fiction she was creating for herself - but in reality, there was no way she could be alone in such a place. However, the world around her had stopped existing, and soon, perhaps she would too. Only perhaps. Nothing in her seemed to show an ounce of concern over that, she hadn’t realised it yet. She wouldn’t realise it. Her mind was making her stare at saliva dripping from the mouth. A detail, but it hadn’t moved in hours at least. It was stuck, like stuck in time. But it wasn’t time, it was the cold. Time never truly stopped, only in people’s imagination.

Her fingers held a tighter grip over the cloak’s fabric, but one of them soon moved to rest on the body’s cold cheek. Colder than her own skin ; her body wanted to gasp, but didn’t have the strength to do so. Frozen.

“... out of here.”

The world still existed.

“Quick, get her out of here ! I won’t repeat myself a third time,” a harsh voice rang out, strong enough to wake her up. “If you leave her to die, I’ll make sure you meet the fate you deserve.”

She didn’t try to stand. She knew they were talking about her. They were always so careful, weren’t they... So caring. Her dark eyes narrowed. She slowly let herself rest on top of that body she cherished so much, closing her eyes - she felt herself go. Hands grabbed her shoulders and forcefully dragged her, she wasn’t nearly conscious enough to feel it. Her betrothed, dancing in a field, the war was over ; they laughed together. What war ? What was war ? Foreign... She laughed. The soldiers were distraught, but kept leading her away. Failing their mission meant death, especially with the war happening all around them. But she was so happy, in her field, with her loved one who’d never truly returned it, but love was blind, and love wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t as happy and beautiful as her grandmother’s tales had told her in such sweet lies. And she’d lied to herself. Love was beautiful.

They thought otherwise. Love was cold, and unforgiving. Love was made of stone, and breaking a person’s mind aroused Him in terrible, depraved ways. They’d been a victim of Him, just like the person they loved ; she’d succumbed, they stood their ground. They had to. They had to face Love, this merciless demon who couldn’t get enough of shattering every remaining piece of humanity in them. They endured the pain. Someone had to beat Love.

Up. Awake. Her eyes opened. The same ceiling made of stones... She was home. What relief. Minutes passed, then she moved. Stood from her bed, despite her leg giving in. She was standing ; she believed she was standing. She walked ; her body was crawling, but she was walking. Her entire left leg had lost its function to frostbite, but she believed she could walk. Looked around as she walked through different rooms, her smile constantly growing. She was home ! She only needed to find the one. 

An endless maze. She never realised it. Everyone else did.

They watched. Everytime she came back to the room they were in, their gaze lowered. After a few hours, they had closed their eyes ; a friend came to check in, asked if all was okay, and was rejected. And once they were alone again, tears fell. Tears fell next to her as she came back, and left them in what they were forced to call “being alone”.

Could they refuse calling it “being alone”, if the only person there was unable to even notice your simple existence ? They were alone.

It stopped after three days.

She was stuck on the floor, laughing hysterically yet so painfully. She hadn’t stood a single time, but this time she was unable to move. All she could do was laugh, and call for her love. She was hungry, she was thirsty, they thought. They’d grown almost indifferent to this miserable, almost pathetic sight. 

[ From the beginning, they’d known it would be yet another dramatic unrequited love story ; they’d sworn they wouldn’t pay too much mind to it. They wouldn’t trap themselves in attachment. Things had turned out in Love’s favour. They’d hated it. They hated Him. They’d hated how He made them feel, as what once had held a soul yearning for justice and truth became a well of insanity and suffering. Her smile had grown so much she didn’t resemble herself anymore.

“A crawlin’ monster on the carpet,” Love’d whispered in His husky, sultry voice, then snickered. “That’s what you’re thinkin’, boy. How could she end up like that ? You could’ve prevented it, nice guy.”

They’d clenched their jaw ; hadn’t responded. She wasn’t a monster ; she was long gone. And they’d never been a boy, nice guy. Love’d never listened, Love loved putting them through this. ]

But it wasn’t working on them anymore. Indifference, as aforementioned - things were easier to handle when their heart wasn’t being put into it. And somehow, Love had stopped tormenting them. All they felt anymore, was pity. There was nothing to be done ; they stayed there by habit. The walls around them didn’t change. The chair they were sitting on was still the same, and the people who bothered bring them some water and food occasionally were always the same.

Their eyes got lost after a few more hours ; as they stopped focusing and eventually fell asleep, she fell into a sleep deeper they’d ever known. Her last words weren’t words, a cry for help. A language they didn’t speak. They heard it in their dream. And as they woke up in the middle of the night, a last gift from Love awaited them : that macabre view. Her eyes still open, her mouth forever shaped into that terrifying grin she’d worn last, and the saliva dripping from her chin.

They stood. Walked closer. Love hadn’t left, just hidden. Maybe Love had won. Maybe they didn’t care anymore. The world seemed to stop existing, as they kneeled next to the body. She was cold, wasn’t she ? They could feel the cold ; their hands were shaking. She must’ve been cold as well. They took their coat off, draped it over her. The door opened, a voice spoke. They heard a scream, but did they really hear it ?

Or, were they stuck in their world where they were alone with their loved one both laughing and dancing in a field, when in reality they were alone without her - and their only company was the fight occurring, as the fortress was being invaded ?

It was likely they were unaware of reality.

Frozen.

Tag list: - @graceful-popcorn - idk who else would wanna be tagged in that tbh dhgkjdg

[genegrieve]

short story abt genevieve that u can catch on my wordpress but i’m posting here too

The thing about thin walls is any single sob can be heard through them and you get a maximum of a minute of crying time to yourself before the whole thing’s intruded on. Genevieve knows this all too well. Not once since moving into a shared university house had she been allowed a good amount of self-pity time. Sure, the whole thing is an exercise in egotism and the belief that your sadness is worth anything at all, but sometimes a good session of sobbing your heart out is needed.

So, before the minute is up in her very own crying session and the sobs get too uncontrollable, Genevieve ups and moves, part pink fluffy blanket part pink fluffy cape draped over her fragile form as she descends the stairs. Here’s a thing about floors, too, though – they aren’t quite as thin as walls. Even if the living room is directly underneath the only other tenant of the house (the one who Genevieve tries with all her might to hide any form of emotion in this albeit emotional time from), the crier is gifted, easily, another six to ten minutes before company decided to grace her and rain on her pity parade.

The cat is long gone, and so no meows would make its way in through the sound of Genevieve’s tears and inevitable gasps for air once her crying became a little more than just tearfulness. The sofa was second to none in place in the house for a crying fit, especially when the cold wet bathroom floor was the only other option, par the stairs. Genevieve plants herself on the sofa that, for the record, was as of this moment, a sofa bed. It had been left in this state from the moment the two had moved in and realised it could be adjusted in such a way it created the perfect double bed, ideal for Netflix marathons and general lounging, only fixing it back into a corner sofa when having authoritative visitors that wouldn’t look too kindly on the main fixture in the living room being a giant square of comfort. Genevieve sits, and she sobs.

Soon, though, a few ts ts ts ts ts from the top of the stairs and stirs the therapeutic tranquillity of Genevieve and her sobs. She freezes, clasping her hands over her mouth. A cat was being called, and, perhaps, was actually being done so as a warning to Genevieve from the only other human being in the house that they were, in fact, planning on descending the stairs to intrude. Genevieve takes this warning and runs with it. Heaving her blankets up from the sofa, as well as herself, she clears her way to the bathroom, flicking the switch on and slamming the door behind her. This was more of a don’t fucking come near me warning than anything else, no real thanks for the heads up, just a how dare you think I would let you see me in this state and why would you think yourself ready enough to see it kind of thing.

Genevieve turns to the mirror when she settles in the new space and stares herself out. She looks tired, and the makeup she had clearly not put enough effort into cleaning off earlier that night runs down her cheeks as well as up into her eyebrow and forehead area – Genevieve is an eye rubber when she cries, this look was not a rarity. She scowls at her reflection, which is also not uncommon, and reaches her hand out to touch her mirrored face. It was not a touch of anger, though it was undeniably one of resentment with no kind intentions in it. Genevieve traces the outline of her face, her hair, her eyes, and then drops her hand to her side and spins around, away from the mirror, pulling her hand back into her shroud of blanket.

To put it simply, Genevieve is a state, and she knows it. She lets the tears roll gently down her face, she was not ready to not be a state just yet. Another few more minutes of it and she would head upstairs and back to bed, wake up the next morning and barely remember a moment of the night before. But, for now, in this bathroom on this night, it was what she needed.

She lets out one more lengthy sob before she feels two hands wrap around her throat from behind.

“You skanky bitch whore,” a voice said, presumably the voice belonging to the hands, which, suddenly, started grabbing at Genevieve’s throat a little tighter.

“Think you got problems?” it continues. Genevieve drops the blanket and it catches on the crook of her arm. She deems her hands much more useful in this scenario when it comes to prying at the hands choking her out than she does saving her blanket, and so she uses them to try peeling the hands off her. “Try being anything other than being a slightly better than average looking white girl in the world. Try that and see if you catch yourself crying for no good fuckin’ reason anymore.”

“What the fuck!” Genevieve chokes out – her prying hands are just not doing it. “Stop!” Both the literal lack of air allowed through her windpipe at this moment and the fact she has to force the words out through her tears makes it all the more difficult. Never had she been choked out during a breakdown, and never verbally abused at the same time. All was new ground for Genevieve.

“Stop? You think I don’t wanna say that every fuckin’ time you look at me like that? Try caring about yourself for a change you dumb cunt. I see the way you look at me – unfair is what it is. Have I ever done shit to you-” The grip continues to tighten, Genevieve’s hands scramble and tug more and more at the ones choking her. She is quickly running out of air. The blanket begins to fall from her arm to the damp ground. “-I haven’t done anything that makes you need to look at me with such repulsion. Every fuckin’ day you smile at me, I smile back. That takes energy you dumb bitch! Think I wanna be smiling at your ugly mug? I’ve got better things going on. At least be a little thankful, you know? It’s not my fault this is my job.”

If she hadn’t already, Genevieve was truly panicking now. To reiterate, she is quickly running out of air. Though being choked is never nice, it’s significantly less nice when it has been happening long enough for you to genuinely worry that you won’t ever get another breath of fresh air again.

Genevieve tears one of her hands from the cause that was freeing her throat and begins feeling behind her on the bathroom sink and the shelf above it. What for? For anything, really – as long as it was harder and stronger than the toothbrush and bar of soap she was feeling at now.

“My heart gets broken each and every day. Is there any point in you owning a mirror if you hate the very sight of it that much? If you’re just gonna give me that god awful scowl every time you look at me?”

Being blind in the search is much more difficult than having vision, apparently. It takes Genevieve a good few moments to find what she was sure she had left precariously on the edge of the sink earlier that evening… her hairbrush. But, eventually, hand meets plastic and hope is alive once more.

“You know…” the voice in the mirror continues. Genevieve claws the metal brush handle into her clutches. “It’s disheartening, is what it is, Gen. It really sucks.”

Still tugging at the hands on her neck with the spare hand, choking all the way, Genevieve secures her grip on the brush and, then, with one swift motion, hits the mirror. She hits it fucking hard.

“Hey!”

Again, she hits the thing, and, with it, the grip on her neck loosens. Genevieve slips out to freedom. Panting heavily, she spins to face the mirror, and catches a glimpse of her flushed teary reflection, brandishing her hairbrush with both hands.

She stands wearily for a little while, then. The voice was no more, or, at least, Genevieve can’t hear it. No murderous hands in sight, either, which was certainly a plus. Genevieve lowers the hairbrush and wipes a tear from her mascara stained cheek, still eying the mirror – it’s never a bad thing to be too sure.

“Skanky bitch whore…” she whispers to herself and bends down to retrieve the blanket that had, in the drama of it all, slipped to the ground. It was a little soggy now but, still, Genevieve, frowning, picks it up and drapes it back over her shoulders as the cape it once was. She looks at the mirror for another few seconds more and then scowls again, though, this time, with intentions that aren’t self-deprecating. A mirror that has a death wish for her deserves a little more hate than Genevieve did herself.

A meow comes from outside the bathroom door.

Genevieve continues eyeing the mirror. Could she have cried herself into such a state she had imagined an attempt on her life? From a mirror no less?

Another meow comes, and Genevieve shakes her head.

“You’re the skanky bitch whore,” Genevieve hisses at the mirror, puffing her chest out and pulling at her blanket one more. She sniffs hard and opens the bathroom door. The cat meows at Genevieve and she walks out.

“Dumb cunt,” she whispers back to the room as she smiles at the cat. “You’re the dumb cunt.”

[jaeminlore]

witch!mark

cue smrookies halloween video w the dreamies lol

mark has been practicing magic for as long as he can remember??

like as soon as his parents realized he had the ability to harness magic,, they put him in the closest magic school

which is lowkey just some shady tutor witch who teaches children down in her basement-turned-classroom

but mark loved it!

he learned how to use a magic wand and ride a broom and brew potions,,,, and he was so happy to meet other kids who had the same powers as him

but unfortunately the witch woman only taught kids through first grade :(

so mark had to move to human school

and elementary school was filled w bullies who knew abt marks abnormalities just bc sometime mark can’t control his powers

so he rlly didn’t have any friends

except you!!

in fourth grade you transferred to mark’s school, and as soon as you heard the rumors you were like!!!! magic!!!!!

you’ve read all the books all you know is that mark could bc the key to having a magical fantasy life and you’re ready for it

so you find him in the library and you’re rlly excited like “one time i heard you set the lab on fire by simply touching the table how cool is that pls tell me it’s real”

and mark is like ,,,,,unfortunately,,,, all the rumors are true,,,,,,

he thinks you’re going to like push him away or smth but actually you come back full force w all the excitement your seven year old body could handle “can’t you turn those mean guys into frogs? or make them trip over their own shoelaces???”

mark is like “lol don’t you think i’ve though of that,, but the number one rule of a witch is to never use magic for evil or you could turn into a bad person”

this convo is basically the start of your friendship w mark,,, and you guys end up going to the same highschool together as well

mark moved into the nct house a bit after the start of senior year, just to be around people a bit more like him

he knows haechan from highschool and got introduced to everyone as soon as he figured out haechan’s secret

you’re invited to the house all the time like everyone knows you by name and thinks you’re the funniest thing bc you love mark so much??? and it’s so obvious to everyone but him??

they can all tell (esp taeil, jaehyun, and yuta,, who have been dead alive a long time) that you are in love w him

mostly bc of the way your eyes light up whenever he’s around and how you always encourage him when he gets a spell wrong

see mark’s dream is to become an extremely powerful witch,,, and then start up a school for other kids of magic

like he knows there are a lot who have no idea how to harness their magic just bc,,, they’re scared of what might happen or who might find out

but mark wants to prove that he can teach others by becoming a good enough witch himself first

he’s always experimenting w magic

when he comes to school he smells like smoke and unidentified chemicals

his room is always a warzone, and even sicheng moved out into another room after awhile, since his werewolf senses couldn’t take it

but you love his room,, mostly bc it smells like him,,,,,, it smells like him

and the strange potions he always has brewing excite you to know end bc you’re always wondering what he’s mixing up now

so anyway you confess to mark under,,, peculiar,,, circumstances

he can to school wearing a beanie, which would be normal, except for the fact that out of all the years you’ve known him, mark has never worn a beanie

as soon as he realizes you notice, he pulls you into an empty classroom and pulls off his beanie

mark has,,,, puppy ears,,, peaking out of his hair,,, like lil golden retriever ears that flop over his black hair

you giggle “you’re so cute!!”

mark is like seriously y/n this isn’t funny i was working on this shapeshifting potion and it turned out wrong and only shifted half of me so now i have ears and a tail!!!!!!!!!!!

but his eyes are already puppy-like and he’s just,,, so cute,,, that you have to bite back another squeal “fine i’ll come over after school and we’ll figure out an antidote”

so you find yourself back in mark’s bedroom, homework discarded somewhere on the floor

the two of you had both physical books and the internet opened to try and find a way to reverse the potion’s effects

jaemin interrupts w his own pair of pointy brown ears and a grin “mark i’m just letting you know that you now qualify for me and sicheng’s club for canines”

mark throws a book at him as he leaves, giggling

you turn to mark, “have you got canines like him?”

“what?”

“like dog fangs,,, incisors,,”

mark’s like idk dude i don’t pay attention to my teeth

now you’re curious and aren’t going to get anything done until you know, so ofc you scoot over until you’re sitting right in front of mark like open your mouth and lemme see

mark grimaces but bares his teeth anyways so you can check them

“you do!! they look sharp!!”

you try to touch his teeth but mark holds your wrist back like what the heck are you doing???

but the two of you are super close

and mark is like lowkey sweating bc he’s never been this close to you physically and he lowkey wants to kiss you rn

like,,, a lot

bc he’s always sort of liked you and your curious nature and how you always encourage him to be the best he could be but he has no idea if you like him back

bc he can read tarot cards but he’s terrible at reading people

you aren’t tho thank goodness,,, and you know by the way mark is looking at you that he likes you too

so you lean in rlly close…

and press a kiss against his cheek before pulling back so quick it’s almost like it didn’t even happen

but mark is blushing so it most definitely did happen

and the both of you are flustered and neither of you wanna mention it so you’re just “okay, lets looks for this antidote!!!1!1!1!1!”

you two eventually find a potion that brews overnight

so you wouldn’t find out until the next morning if mark was back to normal or not

but you have to get home lol you have a curfew ofc

the next day at school tho,,,,, mark walks into the halls w no hat and no ears and he runs up and hugs you,,, in front of everyone!!!

and when he lets go of you he grabs your hand and blushes like extra red,,,, and he can’t look you in the eye so he just focuses on your entertained fingers

“hey,,, i rlly like you,,, and i was wondering if you would let me be your boyfriend???”

you don’t answer out of surprise so he frets nervous like “i promise it won’t be as bad as you think!!!”

and you kind of giggle and squeeze his hand back like “i would love too mark”

and as the two of you walk towards your first class you bump his shoulder with your own “I guess you could say this relationship is going to be magical”

“i can’t believe you just said that”

“regretting asking me out already, mark?”

he just shakes his head with a fond smile “never”

that is witch!mark!! i rlly like how this one turned out lol. part of my collab w @trickortaeil