#cw talk of past sui attempt

[hyperfixated-on-musicals]

"Learning love is not a crime."

[Inspired by @catboyrichardkarinsky 's Quotev story]

Sexuality scared Marvin. Not in the way that a horror movie would scare a child but in the sense that opening up about it would make him want to cry. School has always been tough for Marvin.

The feeling of sitting alone, letting the rain fall onto him as he held himself where no one could see him hurt but it also felt safe. Across the soaking wet grass, Marvin spotted a boy who looked to be around his age, probably 16 or so surrounded by a group of boys.

Marvin hated confrontation so he sat back and listened.

"Fucking fag!" One of the boys shouted.

"Get the fuck away from me! What the hell did I do to you?!" The boy in the middle shouted.

"Why don't you get your boyfriend to come help you out?" Another boy taunted him.

At this stage, Marvin stood up and walked over to the group of boys, trying to get closer but avoid confrontation at the same time.

The boys kept hurling insults at this one seemingly defenseless kid.

"You know what, Whizzer? We would've almost thought you were normal if you kept the act up."

"If you don't do exactly as we say, we'll out you and your faggot boyfriend to the whole school."

The boy, Whizzer, tried to stand up for himself.

"I don't have a boyfriend. And so fucking what if I did?! It's just a guy I like."

Marvin felt slightly proud of Whizzer as he moved closer.

Crunch.

The leaves cracked under the weight of Marvin's feet, causing the slight moment of silence to be broken and for all of the boys' eyes to be on him. Marvin froze.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt..."

He did mean to.

"Do you have a problem?" One of the boys stepped forward.

Marvin gulped, trying to ignore the anxiety building up in his chest.

"Whizzer, right?"

"Yeah..."

Marvin leaned in closer to Whizzer, his lips close to but not touching Whizzer's ear.

"On three, we run," Marvin whispered.

One.

Steady breathing.

Two.

Don't think of the guys that want you dead.

Three.

Running as fast as they both could, Whizzer and Marvin made it to the safety of the back of the school. It was the only place that Marvin felt comfortable in so it was something big for him to introduce his safe space to a stranger.

"Are you okay?" Marvin asked as soon as he got his breath back.

"They want me dead. I want me dead too."

"Huh?"

"I'm gay... They want to tell the whole school, practically sentencing me to death or at least banishment from this school due to isolation," Whizzer mumbles his explanation. "So, yeah, I'd rather kill myself than have people know what I am. And that isn't some joke. I'm not just saying that to lighten the mood. I... I've... Why am I even telling you this?"

"I'm gay too. I haven't told anyone. Not even my parents know," Marvin confessed.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You're not like... playing a trick on me and planning to humiliate me, are you?"

Marvin frowned at how cautious Whizzer was being but on the other hand, he couldn't really blame him. Those boys tortured him for being queer.

"It's just... I've tried to kill myself. The bullying became too much to handle. I couldn't take it."

Whizzer started tearing up. His world was falling apart and all Marvin could do to help was pick up the broken pieces. They skipped school that day. Growing old together was all that seemed to matter to both of them.

[goodomensafterdark]

Guild Writer's Guild Presents: Tethered Ch 19

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit

Thethered Chapter 19: Je Suis Içi

Based on artwork by everyone's favorite (porno)graphic artist, @gleafer You can (and will!) support her on Patreon and tumblr!

CW: Implied/Referenced Suicide attempt, Mental Breakdown Mental Institution, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Implied Character Death, Mild Smut, References to past Child Abuse, Restraints... but not the fun kind, Panic Attacks, Sleep Paralysis, Memory Alteration... Also, a dog has an adorable but painful encounter with a bee.

Summary: Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?

Excerpt:

When Crowley made his visits, Aziraphale would sometimes be lucid enough to remember. Not much, but enough to understand that he was not who he thought he was and that Crowley was not what he believed him to be. And they would talk. Civilly, if not amiably. Crowley would grasp onto the hope that Aziraphale was getting better. Or at least not worse.

But then other nights, Aziraphale would become frightened and combative, as if he could remember nothing of his life at all. Crowley would perform his best impression of a calm, soothing and not at all frightened and irrational presence. Only when he was once again whisked away back to the real world would he allow himself the luxury of a complete emotional breakdown.

Aziraphale kept a journal by his bedside. It was filled with notes and drawings about his dreams, his thoughts and feelings, and whatever other sorts of things humans wrote about when they didn't expect anyone to read it. Crowley wrote messages to the angel in this book, believing that it would convince him that Crowley was not imaginary. Regularly he would return to find his pages had been torn out.

Aziraphale’s drawings typically depicted an entity with large black circles where his eyes ought to be, each one a bit more monstrous and grotesque than the one before. It was no mystery to Crowley exactly who the images depicted, and it gutted him.

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