#keaton x oc

[68spidey]

Fresh cut fresh fit. Vix approves

Og from 2019 I think?

[shadowlinktheshadow]

batch 1 of magma stuff

[elizabethcrumb]

'Raven' Chapter 6 - final Chapter.

Link: Raven - Chapter 6 - LizRenKnight, LuluJozeenovak - Beetlejuice (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Title & Summary: Chapter 6: Acceptance, (Astrid has to come to a big decision.) (Photo edit Graphic art by me. :))

@lanibb @afterthefuneral @yaztheangel @itsaship-literally @freshlyjuicedbeetles @sad-puppet-show @fanfic-she-wrote @polgara6 @bd-z

[magnificenttragedysandwich]

inktober day 24: portrait

I wrote something else! Let's not talk about how late this is. Find it here!

Fandom: Stardew Valley Characters: Elliott x OC Summary: Elliott has an awful portrait of himself in his office. Perhaps it's time he replaced it? Word count: 1500-ish Vibe: More of professor Elliott and (older) student Keaton! Warnings: No explicit smut, but there are mentions of sex. Plus some kissing and just generally inappropriate workplace behaviour lmao

Here's a little taste:

“Darling beloved,” Keaton starts, “not that I don’t love another excuse to stare at your gorgeous face, but I don’t suppose one day you might be convinced to get rid of your portrait?” Elliott spins on his chair to look at it. “It’s been a few years now. I dare say any curses my parents had placed on it would have worn out by now, oder?” “I still can’t tell if you’re being serious about that.” Elliott turns back to him and grins just slightly too widely for Keaton’s comfort. “Of course! Curses aren’t real, darling.” “Right.” “Don’t you trust me, Schatz?” “Stop looking at me like that, you freak.” “Like what?” Elliott turns his head like a confused dog, which would be cute, but he’s still grinning like he knows something that Keaton doesn’t.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Divorcees AU Fics

Written and listed in chronological order

#1: Uncle Jameson

#2: Two Decades Apart, I Still See Your Heart

#3: Dinner At The Ex's

#4: Star-Crossed

@canongf

[that-transsexual-slytherin]

I'm not saying this is currently what's happening in my rewrite. But it's basically what's happening in my rewrite

[inevitablemoment]

Chapter Three: Still, The Yearning Stays

Alex and Ellen prepare to return to Columbus for Thanksgiving.

[collapsedglasshouses]

An Angel for Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 1]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules (she/her)

SUMMARY: When Jules finds herself assigned to be a rockstar's guardian angel, she couldn't be more overwhelmed.

WARNINGS: ANGST (LIKE A LOT), talks about death and grief, talks about mental health issues, talks about religion, swearing, … (each chapter is going to have individual content warning, if I forget something pls let me know)

A/N: Hello! I'm back with a new series. I’m not religious at all but I wanted to do something like this because it spooked in my head for years but I never found a fitting story line. Also this was my way to tribute Keaton Pierce, whose music I loved and whose death still makes me so incredibly sad. So this fanfic is dedicated to Keaton and therefore very dear to me.

Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

If you wanna be added to the tag list, please let me know in the comments or DM me.

When her alarm rang at 6 AM, Jules was everything but pleased. The weekend had been way to short and the gravity of life slowly began to hang on her shoulders again. Sometimes she couldn't believe how stressed she was at such a young age.

She was twenty-two years old, a music student at Juilliard and literally all the pride and joy of her family. Being an only child of a couple who wished to have children for years, made it very clear that Jules was going to have everything she needed in life.

So when she crawled out of her bed and made her way into her bathroom, she reminded herself of how proud her parents were always going to be.

When she looked at the clock again, she realised she was running late, so she quickly grabbed her coat and scarf, before heading to the front door, where she reached for her backpack and keys.

Not even five minutes later she ran out of the apartment building and looked from left to right. Quickly she started to walk in the direction of her university. She knew she couldn't be late again. It was only weeks before a very big performance with the school orchestra and this semester she finally got the opportunity to play one of the first violins.

When she reached one of the big crossroads, she quickly glanced at the green traffic light and than back at her phone, ready to dial her best friend's number to inform her about her possibly being late.

But she hadn't had the time for that, because the next thing she knew was a sharp pain in her whole left side and than a hit on her head.

When she woke up again, her head rang. The room she was in, was so bright that her eyes just couldn't adjust to it. It took her several minutes to finally realise where she was. She was laying in a hospital bed. Or was she even laying? She just noticed her parents in front of her. Eagerly Jules tried to remember what had happened but she just couldn't put the pieces together.

"Mom?" She asked weakly but couldn't hear anything except her mother's muffled cries.

Jules felt so different. She could remember the immense pain she had right before she was here but she just couldn't think of the thing that made her feel like that. When she tried to get up, it was easier than she thought. Everything just felt so light and easy.

She sat at the edge of her hospital bed, when she realised that she had no cables attached to her. Why was she even here, when she wasn't even in pain?

"Mom? Dad?" She said again but again her parents didn't answer her.

She sighed before standing up and turning to the bed, when it hit her just like the vehicle earlier this morning.

Why was she still laying in that hospital bed?

Jules's gaze wondered between her parents and herself. Her parents were crying. Her mom almost crumbled in her father's arms, while he tried to hold himself together.

When she looked back at herself in that hospital bed, she just couldn't believe it. She looked awful. Her hair was tangled and a bandage was wrapped around her head. She couldn't even recognize herself anymore. There was no color on her except the blood sticking on her forehead and neck. When Jules noticed that even on her other self no cables were attached, it really hit her.

She was dead.

Her parents cried because they lost the only child they had. The child they loved more than anything. And only because she was looking at her damn phone.

"The driver is still alive." She heard a familiar voice behind her and jumped a little. When she turned, an older man stood at the door of the hospital room and she instantly recognized him.

"Grandpa?" She asked the man in front of her and couldn't believe her eyes. He stood there like she remembered him. Very colorful and satisfied.

"The driver is still alive. A single mother. She also looked at her phone and didn't realize she drove over a red traffic light." He explained and stepped next to his granddaughter.

Jules didn't know what to say so she just looked at her parents again, who couldn't bear to leave her side.

"What now?" She asked her grandpa, who put an arm around her.

"Now begins your new forever, my dear." He answered her softly before guiding her away from the bed. Jules realised she had began to cry. Everything in her wanted to go back inside her body. She didn't want to go. She didn't want to leave her parents.

"Five more minutes." - "Jules, you know it wouldn't be just five minutes."

Her sobs became more hysterical. "I can't go, grandpa. I can't leave them."

Jules closed her eyes for a couple of seconds and tried to contain her cries but when she opened her eyes again, she was in a white room. Confused she looked around her while her tears ran down her face. Her grandpa was gone. Everything around her was just white.

"No!" She screamed and tried to run in one direction to get back to her parents but soon her head was met with a transparent wall. She fell to the white ground and held her head in reflex. She couldn't even feel the impact. In fact she couldn't feel any of the things that happened to her. No head injury, no pain at all.

"Let me out! I NEED TO GO HOME!" She yelled with so much anger and sadness in her voice that she knew she would have had a sore throat if she hadn't been dead and therefore numb already.

"Fuck." She swore and ran a hand over her face. This couldn't be real, this was all just an obscure dream of hers. She would be woken up by her alarm in a couple of minutes and she would go to university and she would drink a coffee with her best friend Meghan after classes and than she would call her parents and talk to her mom for hours, like she always did. "Fucking hell!"

"In fact, it is not." A voice suddenly said, causing Jules to get up from the floor and look around the white room. There was a man she didn't recognise at first, but when she got closer she got even more confused.

"Aren't I supposed to be dead? Why the hell do you look like Oli Sykes?" She asked the person in front of her. He laughed.

"No worries, darling. Oliver is pretty much alive." The man exclaimed while Jules eyed the guy closely. There was literally no doubt, he looked like Oli.

"Then why the fuck do you look like him?" - "Oh, yeah... I'm an angel... You know... Heaven and shit." - "I don't believe in god and that doesn't explain your appearance."

"That is kinda rude, Julliett." The man walked through the empty white room and looked around before his gaze landed on her again. "You may know about angel appearances. We normally don't look very human-like. So we got the regulation to turn into someone our new angel trainee wouldn't be scared of... And since I know about the dirty little fanfiction you read when you thought you were alone, I thought I would make myself attractive to you."

Jules mouth fell open. Did an fucking angel just out call her and her taste in fiction?

Her cheeks must have been a dark red tone, because the Oli look-a-like cleared his throat and began to talk again, "No worries, I wasn't the one who was spying on you. That was own your guardian angel."

Jules couldn't even talk. She hadn't even had the time to process her passing and now some Oli Sykes guy tried to tell her something about heaven and guardian angels.

"I know this is a lot, so imma just talk you through it. I'm just here because your guardian angel is a very busy one... You know... Sometimes not enough people are fitted to become guardian angels and than our workers need to protect more than one person and than things get messy... That's actually why you aren't playing your violin at the moment... BUT... To his defense, he really has some difficult people to watch over and that is where you come into the game." 'Oli' told her, while her mouth still stood slightly open. She knew if she would have been alive right now she would have drank herself into a coma.

"And who is my guardian angel? And where the fuck did my grandpa go?" Jules finally asked.

"Your grandpa his back at his well deserved rest. He just wanted to make sure you got here and wouldn't freak out." - "But I AM freaking out right now." - "Well, you are stuck with us so no need to panic." - "How kind of you."

"To your other question. You guardian angel will be here any minute." 'Oli' explained and with that there was a door banging shut and a stressed man appeared in the nothingness this room was.

"I'm so sorry... I couldn't make it earlier." A man stumbled into the room. He had blonde hair and soft face features. His nose was decorated with a nostril and he wore a band shirt and a black jeans. He instantly made Jules feel comfortable.

"Jules!" The guy exclaimed happily and gifted her one of the most heart-warming smiles she ever received. Immediately she recognized the feeling she had in her stomach right now. She felt it pretty often over the last couple of months. Was it him? Did she always feel it when he was near?

"I'm Keaton... Your guardian angel." He introduced himself to her and she felt herself began to smile. She liked that name.

"I know this is all very confusing. I do remember being in your position pretty well." He instantly started to explain and Jules noticed how his smile turned sad for a moment. He hadn't been here for long. "They are very picky about their guardian angels, so consider yourself lucky to be part of the team." He joked, before looking at the Oli-angel.

"You can go if you want, I'll take care of her." Keaton told the angel and with a last examining look, Oli smiled a little and than disappeared into thin air.

For a couple of seconds Keaton looked like he didn't know what exactly he wanted to say, so Jules decided to take the lead. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me. The Oli look-a-like told me you were really busy with watching over us all... You did your best. I felt protected... You couldn't save me from being dumb and looking at my phone."

Keaton looked surprised by her statement, blinking a couple of seconds before talking. "Thank you. That means a lot to me... I feel really guilty though... You were literally just an adult and now... You are here."

Jules shrugged her shoulders and gave him a reassuring look. "So? Guardian angel? What am I going to do?"

Keaton reached out to grab Jules's hand and before she knew she sat on a bench near a forest. The scenery was beautiful. The sky slowly turned into red tones while the cold wind blew around her face. She wasn't cold, but she felt everything.

"I wasn't really fond of this whole Heaven thing myself... But they really except every opinion. If you don't believe in god, it's fine. If you do, it is also fine. They usually don't have anything to do with this whole thing anyways." Keaton started to explain. "You will be assigned a person, you will guide over."

"And how exactly do I do that?" - "That is yours to find out."

Jules looked at him confused.

"You will find your ways. The only things I can tell you are: You protect them. You need to guide them. You need to prevent them from making mistakes. If you fail, they fail. If you succeed, they will thrive." Keaton explained and Jules didn't know what to say, so she just nodded confused.

"They asked me to assign you someone. You always get to watch over someone that matches you and your energy. It will be easy. Really. I got the opportunity to watch over my friends. My best friends to be exact." He explained further. "So I am more than honored to tell you, you were the first person I was assigned that I didn't already know when I was alive and it was such a fun experience seeing how a twenty-two year old reminded me so much of myself when I was younger."

Jules eyes turned a bit glossy. Seeing Keaton talk about his past and everything, made her so honored and sad at the same time. They were just two souls that were took way to early.

"So, I'm literally going to be the one to support you by taking over some of your duties?" Jules asked interested, nearly forgetting the fact, that she died not even 24 hours earlier. Keaton nodded.

"But since I know you, I decided to give you just one task." Keaton than explained, "It is something I trust you with and I just know, you are going to be the right person for it."

Jules gestured for him to continue talking.

"You need to watch over my friend Noah for me."

PART TWO HERE.

[robynmizore]

Smexy beach Takumi pic for attention. So! Who’s down for a game of Fire Emblem Truth or Dare.. Heroes edition! In the upcoming chapter of my fan fiction Redemption we’re doing a fun game of truth or dare and even if you don’t read Redemption you can still participate! Below I’ll be posting the roster for my story and you get to pick the truths or dares to give the characters! If yours is featured you’ll get a shoutout at the end of the chapter! So here’s the roster for Redemption:

Robyn (oc), Takumi, Niles, Jakob, Ricken, Alfonse, Commander Anna, Elise, Sharena, Lissa, Chrom, Cherche, Caledori, Flora, Felicia,Laslow, Sumia, Gregor, Henry, Frederick, Leo, Owain, Gaius, Eir, Kaden, Keaton, Peony, Kiyoshi (oc), Leafa (oc) Dagr, Nött, Fjorm, and Reginn.

I shall look forward to hearing from all of you ;3 If you’d like to check out Redemption feel free to take a look at my pinned post!

Current pairings for reference: Robyn x Takumi and Gaius x Caledori

[pyrettawychwiggin]

'Wishful Thinking' (Nanami Kento x OC) - Part 1

(Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction)

Readers be warned: this fanfiction is full of heavy spoilers from the tailend of Jujutsu Kaisen's second season (the Shibuya Incident). If you are not yet familiar with what happens in that arc, I would bookmark this series to come back to when you have.

Before you read this, take a moment to check out Himawari's character sheet. Otherwise, some of the following events may not make a whole lot of sense. Enjoy!

General Warnings: SFW, slight fluff, but not much (yet), mostly exposition, slow burn, at least PG-13 due to graphic depictions of injury/gore

(Temporary image of Himawari made in the Picrew creator- try it yourself here!)

The air was dead silent - an eerie sound during what was supposed to be a busy, bustling subway packed full of excited people in all kinds of costumes for Halloween in Shibuya.

Hundreds of bodies had been strewn about the halls of the underground passages, torn apart by what Himawari could only assume had been a massive attack by a catastrophic swarm of curses.

I've never seen damage this bad before... Himawari frowned, continuing her shuffle forward, jumping slightly when the lights flickered and threatened to cut out and leave her in darkness. Breathe, Hima. Just breathe. Mako and Suzuha must be down here somewhere... maybe they survived.

Himawari gulped, knowing her hope was slim at best. Her two friends had been civilians with no knowledge of curses and the dangers they brought. She knew it was unlikely that they had made it out of the subway, but she felt she had to at least try to find them.

As she walked along to the next platform, she spotted the backend of a train, halted around the corner.

"There!" She gasped, quickening her pace and trying to ease her quivering knees. "Please, please - let them be okay..."

To her dismay, as she rounded the corner, she spotted an even more staggering number of bodies - both human and curse alike, piled haphazardly overtop of each other. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stepped carefully among the carnage, hands shaking as she swiveled her head around her, saying a silent prayer that who-or-whatever was responsible for all this destruction wasn't still nearby.

Whatever's happened here, it's big. Bigger than anything that's happened in my lifetime, anyway. Himawari pulled out her phone to check the last message Mako had sent her - a blurry selfie of she and Suzuha in their costumes in front of the platform sign that read:

'Hurry up, Hima-chan! 🦁 🤖 🎃 We need our Scarecrow to complete our set!!'

She chuckled to herself. Mako and Suzuha were dressed as the Tin Woman and the Lion from the Wizard of Oz, snuggling up with Mako's yorkie Zun-Zun, donning a tiny Dorothy dog costume, and looking very unamused.

Himawari pulled the sleeves of her Scarecrow costume down her arms a little more as a chill swept through the tunnels. She was briefly reminded of her short time at Jujutsu High.

I'm sure they're already on this. If anyone can sort this mess out, they can. Otherwise, we're all in big trouble...

She stopped when she heard a faint jingling noise of a tiny bell echoing throughout the platform walls. Turning to face the source of the noise, she saw Zun-Zun skittering toward her, covered in blood and dust, the red leather leash still attached to her collar.

"Zun-Zun!" Himawari exclaimed. "Here, girl - come here."

As the puppy trotted closer, trembling in every bone, Himawari let out a cry of shock when she noticed Mako's severed hand attached with a white-knuckled grip to the other end of the leash. Himawari quickly removed the leash, shaking and trying not to scream, pulling Zun-Zun in to her chest.

"It's okay, girl. I'll get you out of here..."

As Himwari rose to her feet, she turned to continue up the stairs when she was stopped dead in her tracks.

On the cold tile floor were two long legs in white, blood-spattered dress pants. A long streak of blood painted the floor around it where the rest of the body should have been.

"Oh my God..." Himawari's stomach turned. Poor bastard...

As she drew nearer, she realized the blood was still somewhat fresh. Whatever had happened, it had only been a few hours ago. She turned her head to scan her surroundings nervously.

"Whatever did all this might still be nearby. I should keep moving."

Before she turned away, her eyes caught a glimpse of a pale forearm, just a few feet away grasping a dull blade wrapped in a familiar white-and-black spotted covering. Her heart sank when she started putting the pieces together.

"Mr. Nanami..." she looked back down to the carnage that was the remains of her former colleague. "I never knew him that well, but only a true monster could have done this to him. He was no pushover."

Lowering herself to kneel beside his remains, she placed Zun-Zun beside her and gave her a gentle pat on the head. The puppy simply shuffled to lean against her thigh, still trembling in uncertainty. Himawari rolled up her sleeves to her forearms and tied her hair back with a huff, tossing her Scarecrow hat to the side.

"Poor guy." Himwari pulled out her crystal senbon and laid them around the spattered blood pool, holding her hands over Nanami's waist and summoning her cursed energy. I don't know if my time manipulation can undo something this intense... but I have to try. I just hope I'm not too late.

Inch-by-inch, Nanami's body began to come together, but the process was agonizingly slow. By the time she'd repaired up to his neck, it had been nearly three hours. She could feel exhaustion threatening to rip the consciousness from her, but despite her aching limbs and blurring vision, she pressed on.

Come on, Hima... just a little bit more...

Finally, after nearly five hours, the half-burned body of Nanami Kento was pieced together. Himawari clenched her eyes as she pushed as far as she could go, not noticing the remaining hazel eye of her patient flutter open to see the blurry vision of a figure with honey-brown hair. Nanami's eye rolled back to a close once more.

"Now the burns..." Himawari sighed, her body shaking with exhaustion, covered head-to-toe in sweat.

She continued her casting for as long as she could, but her vision began to fail her as she wobbled and fell forward, her forehead resting on top of his chest. Her world went black as she heard Zun-Zun's worried whining near her face before her consciousness failed her at last.

~ To Be Continued...

- Part 2 -

[officialzepresentation]

bored so let me introduce my small town of media crossover

fandoms included: supernatural, 9-1-1, marauders, ted lasso, criminal minds (but its supernatural and marauders-centric, everyone else is mentioned or a consistent side character)

what ships are included, zep??? - you, presumably

Well, in supernatural, the following (relevant) ships are:

Dean W x Castiel S

Meg M x Anna M

Bobby S x Ellen H

Adam M x Michael M

Claire N x Kaia N

(Sam, jo, charlie, and others are further down in crossover ships)

In criminal minds, find:

Jennifer J x Emily P

(All others are further down in crossover ships or oc x canon ships)

For ted lasso, we have:

Keeley J x Roy K

Ted L x Trent C

(I assume you know the drill by now)

Next up, marauders! See:

Sirius B x Remus L

Peter P x Emmeline V

Lily E x Dorcas M

Marlene M x Mary M

Regulus B x Barty C Jr.

(Do i even have to tell you????)

9-1-1, i could never forget you:

Eddie B-D x Evan B-D

Maddie H x Chimney H

Hen W x Karen W

Bobby N x Athena G

(Taylor K is a citizen... she is below)

Crossover ship time!!

Sam W (spn) x Taylor K (9-1-1)

Jo H (spn) x Elle G (criminal minds)

Charlie B (spn) x Penelope G (criminal minds)

Rowena M (spn) x David R (criminal minds)

Gabriel S (spn) x Derek M (criminal minds)

Kelly K (spn) x Aaron H (criminal minds)

Canon x oc characters now :D

Jamie T (ted lasso) x Remy Durand

Spencer Reid (criminal minds) x Kayden-Cyrus Mars

James P (marauders) x Camden Mars

Evan R (marauders) x Keaton Beckett

Aroace/single characters:

Kennedy Winchester - aroace

Pandora R (marauders) - aroace

Crowley M (spn) - never-ending hoe summer

Rebecca W (ted lasso) - single bad bitch era

May G (9-1-1) - sexuality crisis n single

Children:

Jack K (spn)

Jack H (criminal minds)

Alison Winchester-Kelly

Phoebe K (ted lasso)

Christopher B-D (9-1-1)

Jeeyun H (9-1-1)

Denny W (9-1-1)

Henry L (ted lasso)

Bea C (ted lasso)

Does anyone want more info on this whole thing bc im itching to talk about it 😞

[outerspacebun]

DSJFLKSDF okay since one person liked my post, which is enough for me, I am going to write a long list of who I ship/who I pair with in Awakening, Fates, and Three Houses/Hopes. It's going to be long, will include rarepairs, and oc x canon because I can't help myself.

For Awakening:

Chrom/M!Robin

Chrom/Sumia

M!Robin/Tiki

F!Robin/Virion

Lissa/Lon'qu

Frederick/Cordelia

Sully/Vaike

Stahl/Cherche

Miriel/Kellam

Donnel/Nowi

Lon'qu/Gaius

Ricken/Maribelle

Panne/Olivia

Panne/Libra

Gaius/Olivia

Gaius/Chrom

Tharja/Henry

Basilio/Flavia (we were robbed of an A Support from them)

Gerome/Lucina

Lucina/Laurent

Lucina/Gerome/Laurent

Owain/Inigo

Cynthia/Severa

Gerome/Laurent

Morgan/Nah (doesn't matter the gender for Morgan)

For Fates:

F!Corrin/Flora

F!Corrin/Charlotte

Azura/Tsubaki

Felicia/Jakob

Felicia/Xander

Silas/Hinoka

Kaze/Rinkah

Mozu/Hayato

Mozu/Effie

Takumi/Setsuna

Sakura/Xander

Saizo/Kagero

Kagero/Rinkah

Azama/Beruka

Hinata/Hana

Orochi/Lazlow

Oboro/Kaden

Tsubaki/Niles

Tsubaki/Nyx

Rinkah/Charlotte

Camilla/Keaton

Leo/Nyx

Elise/Odin

Lazlow/Odin

Lazlow/Nyx

Peri/Niles

Effie/Arthur

Charlotte/Benny

Midori/Kiragi

Mitama/Rajhat

Asugi/Nina

Caeldori/Nina

Caeldori/Seigbert

For Three Houses/Hopes:

M!Byleth/Claude

M!Byleth/Shamir

F!Byleth/Sylvain

Byleth/Dedue (I like either with them. Dedue is so precious)

Edelgard/Dorothea

Edelgard/Monica

Edelgard/Dorothea/Monica

Hubert/Ferdinand

Ferdinand/Flayn

Linhardt/Dorothea

Bernadetta/Dorothea

Bernadetta/Petra

Dorothea/Monica

Petra/Ignatz

Dimitri/Mercedes

Dimitri/Felix

Dimitri/Yuri

Dedue/Ashe

Felix/Annette

Sylvain/Yuri

Annette/Hilda

Rodiruge/Amelia

Lambert/Aisla

Matthias/Raven

Glenn/Elena

Ingrid/Yuri

Lorenz/Leonie

Raphael/Marianne

Ignatz/Marianne

Lysithea/Cyril

Marianne/Leonie

Seteth/Manuela

Hapi/Constance

[direwombat]

📻 + your pick of oc 🤍

send me a 📻 + an oc and i'll give you a song off their playlist!

ahhhh thank you <3 going with syb just because her playlist is.. uh...massive.

here's a song that really captures her feelings as she's reaching her breaking point -- where she feels like the resistance is just using her as a weapon, not offering anything beyond "thanks! can you do x for me next?" after risking her life for them day in and day out. she's exhausted. she's suffering from an unholy cocktail of no sleep, no meds, and symptoms of ptsd that are exacerbated by everyone thinking she's some sort of one woman army (pay no mind that she's the one pushing herself this hard). and then the resistance has the audacity to act aghast when she starts committing war crimes against the peggies. as if that wasn't exactly what they were asking her to do. the nerve they have to be shocked when she just. fucking snaps.

Your friends will always just be in your way Trust me, they'll die or leave you, either way Either way You all say I've crossed a line And the sad fact is, I've lost my mind You all say I've crossed a line And the sad fact is, I've lost my mind 'Cause I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me, my friend All I want is to be left alone Tact from me is like blood from a stone ... Can you see? They tell you lies that's keeping you weak Leave me, my heart is dead for all to see

[elizabethcrumb]

Chapter 5 'Raven' Beetlejuice fanfic. :)

Link: Raven - Chapter 5 - LizRenKnight, LuluJozeenovak - Beetlejuice (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Title & Summary: Promise Me. (Beej gets a visit from Lyds)

@lanibb @afterthefuneral @fanfic-she-wrote @mordellestories @itsaship-literally @freshlyjuicedbeetles @polgara6 @sad-puppet-show

[magnificenttragedysandwich]

home-made haircut

Fandom: Stardew Valley Characters: Elliott x OC Summary: Keaton shows Elliott the process of how he maintains his hair. Elliott is horrified. Word count: 500-ish Warnings: There's a mention of choking to death on toothpaste (as a joke), and they discuss showering together, but nothing explicit. Notes: This is me trying to decide what Keaton actually looks like. I think he has a really rough kind of wolf cut going on, it's relatively short so the longest bits at the back barely even touch his shoulders. Still deciding on colour.

Keaton loves mornings with Elliott. He loves waking up together and then immediately making out even though they both have morning breath. He loves playing with Elliott’s hair and giving him scalp scritches; if Elliott was capable of purring, this is when he would do it. He loves watching Elliott shave, and then brushing their teeth together. Once he tried to kiss Elliott before he was done and ended up nearly choking to death after inhaling a mouthful of frothy toothpaste. He learnt his lesson on that one pretty quick.

Today, Elliott has just finished combing his own hair when he turns to deal with Keaton’s. Keaton loves when Elliott does his hair. He threads his fingers through the mess on Keaton’s head, playfully ruffling it.

“Who cuts your hair? It’s always delightfully shaggy.”

“Oh, thank you for reminding me, it’s been a while. I do it—like this.” Keaton opens the drawer and takes out his scissors. Once Elliott’s fingers are safely removed from his hair, he grabs his fringe and lops a chunk off the end, earning a strangled noise from Elliott as he drops the jagged chunk of hair in the sink.

“What are you doing?!” Elliott all but shrieks.

“Cutting my hair? This is what I do every few weeks.” Keaton hacks off another chunk. “Fuck. Too much there. I just cut it to the length I want and then try to make it look good.”

Elliott braces himself on the sink. “But your beautiful hair!”

“It’ll be fine in a second, trust the process.”

“I fear I will have passed out by then. I can feel myself growing weak."

After a couple more minutes of careful hacking, each snip of the scissors usually accompanied by a faint noise of despair from Elliott, Keaton admires himself in the mirror. “I think I’m done.”

Elliott takes him by the shoulders and turns Keaton to face him. He examines Keaton from several angles, and then gives him an unimpressed look. “Why does it look so good? It doesn’t have any right looking this good when that was your process.”

Keaton grins. “It’s a little bit wavy which hides my mistakes. Then I just fluff it up,” he whips his hands through his hair, “and it’s done!”

Elliott sighs. “I loathe to admit it, but you’re right. It is self-correcting.” He cups Keaton’s cheeks and gives him a fond look.

“What are you looking at?” Keaton asks. He rests his hands overtop of Elliott’s.

“The reason for true happiness in my life. My raison d'être.”

If it were anyone else, Keaton would have cringed. But not Elliott; he’s so beautifully sincere in everything he does and says.

“I love you,” Keaton says.

“And I love you.” Elliott leans in to kiss him, and Keaton loses himself in the delightful feeling of being completely overwhelmed by Elliott. Until, that is, Elliott pulls back and retrieves one hand to remove a piece of Keaton’s hair from his mouth.

“Oh, yeah, I normally have to shower after I cut my hair. I got a bit distracted by the hot man in my bathroom. My bad.”

Elliott sighs dramatically, but he can’t fight off the smile that comes afterwards. “I suppose I can forgive you.”

“Would you forgive me faster if I invited you to come shower with me?”

“Absolutely.”

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Two Decades Apart, I Still See Your Heart

Ship: Norman Osborn x Keaton Baudelaire (Divorcees AU)

Word Count: 1331

Summary: While at the same press event, Norman and Keaton cross paths for the first time in the two decades since they divorced. They discuss how life had changed for both of them since that decision, and find they may still be attracted to each other... | Cws for brief alcohol and food mentions, implications of death (for Norman's second spouse/ex-wife), possibly vague ideations of cheating if you squint.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Two decades passed before Norman Osborn crossed paths with his first spouse again. In that time, he had met a woman, remarried, had a child with her, and watched her leave him for her untimely death. Grief threw him more into his business, Oscorp, than ever before, leaving little time for him to connect with his son, Harry. Luckily, Harry had Peter Parker, his dear teenhood friend. In months, they would be graduating.

On the opposite side of the pond, Keaton Baudelaire, Norman’s ex-husband, had become a thriving author and was currently dating a radio host. He was, for the most part, content. He had enough money to live the way he wanted while remaining modest, he had a fun boyfriend, and most importantly, people liked his art. He didn’t think about Norman much these days… after all, that was roughly twenty years ago. They had moved up and on from each other.

Little did either of them know they had been invited to the same press event one night. Keaton had seen Norman across the room, socializing, as soon as he had entered the convention hall. He almost hadn’t recognized him, with his now-lined face and the subtle start of grey at the tips of his chestnut hair. Choosing to ignore him for the time being, he busied himself with the catering and talked amongst his own peers: publishers, fellow authors, and rich fans. The ex-husbands managed to keep their distance throughout a large part of the event, until Norman purposefully approached Keaton at the drinks table.

“Keaton?” He prompted curiously, making him jolt and spill champagne on the front of his peacock-coloured suit.

“Gee, thanks Norman,” Keaton responded as he turned to face him, though his snark held no real contempt.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Here,” he quickly produced a baby blue handkerchief and, in an act of second nature, began dabbing at the front of Keaton’s suit. As he realized what he was doing, his cheeks and ears burned and his hand hesitantly drew away from his chest. “Good lord, what am I doing??”

“It’s fine,” Keaton assured him, taking the handkerchief from him and finishing sopping up the champagne by himself. “Let’s go outside, if you want to talk.”

“That’d be nice.”

As the two began making their way to the courtyard outside of the convention centre, someone called out.

“Hey, are you Emile West?!”

Keaton paused and turned. “That would be me, yes.”

An excited-looking man ran up with a book, eagerly shaking Keaton’s hand. “Jeff Kassner, huge fan. Would you sign my copy of Planet Rose?”

“Sure, kid.” He took the book off of Jeff’s hands and borrowed a pen.

To Jeff, always reach for the stars -E. WEST

Jeff thanked Keaton, hugging the book to his chest, and sped off.

“Emile West??” Norman asked as they exited the building.

“It’s a pen name, Jack. Emile West for sci-fi, C.C. Egbert for mystery, thriller, and horror stories, and simply Keaton Baudelaire for the very few non-fiction books I’ve written. You know, I wrote one about our relationship, I’d be surprised if you didn’t pick it up.”

“Really?? When was it published?”

“Oh, a couple of years after we divorced. One of my firsts, since it detailed something I had recently gone through. Ambitious For Ambitious.”

“Huh. Well, I’m not sure if I would like to read that…” Norman smiled a little, sipping his own drink. “So, you’re an author, now. Anything else I should know?”

“I started dating again, though I’ve only been with Roger… a year now, probably. Maybe less, you know I’ve never been good with dates.”

“You divorced me for a man named Roger???”

“Says a ‘Norman’?” Keaton arched an eyebrow, smirking. This banter felt familiar, even with the time passed between them.

“Alright, alright, you have a point. So what does Roger do?”

“Roger Almond is a radio DJ, but he went to college for astrophysics.”

“Excuse me?!” Norman was so flabbergasted, he had to pause in their walking and set his drink on a nearby bench. “You’re dating a radio DJ who went to college… for astrophysics? How…? Where…?”

“Don’t ask me. I think he just chose to do something that made him happy instead of something that would pay well… I suppose I can admire it. Wouldn’t be dating him if I didn’t.”

“I’m glad you’re happy but he sounds like a real schmuck if you ask me.”

“Oh, Norman, how could you say that, you haven’t even met him.” Even as Keaton felt like laughing, he slowly and quietly sat on the bench beside Norman’s drink. Norman immediately sensed the change in mood, picking up his drink and sitting beside his ex while leaving ample room between the two of them.

“You are happy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…! Well… I think so. But maybe I don’t know. Ever since I got successful with the writing gig my life’s kind of been go-go-go…” He cleared his throat. “But… enough about me, let’s talk you, Mr. Big Shot.” He playfully poked Norman’s chest, forcing the conversation along.

“You know me, same old, same old… I… I remarried, but it didn’t last long. Lasted long enough to produce a son, Harry…” Norman shook his head. “I don’t need to get into it now.”

“You’ve got a son? How old?”

“He’ll be graduating in just a few months, he’s eighteen and grew like a weed… everybody says he looks like me but… I guess I wouldn’t really know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Norman sighed. “You’re not going to like my answer, but you knew I was a busy man even in our marriage. I don’t have enough time to be a single parent and the head of a megacorporation. So we’ve never been very close.”

Keaton frowned over what was left of his champagne. “Oh, Norman…”

He felt a mixture of emotions toward his ex. Pity, irritation, understanding. For a moment, they simply held each other’s company, silently taking in how the years apart had treated them.

“You look great, by the way. Haven’t aged a day since I saw you for the last time.” Norman hummed after a beat.

“Ah, you’re just saying that…” Keaton dismissed, blushing. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Norm. Age looks good on you.”

“Only you could say that and have me believe it.”

“And we’re complimenting each other as… just friends, right?”

They shared another lengthy gaze and a longing pang stirred in Keaton.

“Yeah. Just friends,” Norman took Keaton’s hand, gently brushing his thumb over his knuckles. It could be seen in his eyes, too. They had missed each other, but were currently experiencing entirely different flavours of the feeling.

Norman then cleared his throat. “Do you want to do dinner sometime?”

“Oh! Well! I suppose. Why not? Though Roger will likely want to come…”

“Fine by me, so long as he’s not the jealous type,” Norman smiled. “You can meet Harry and I can meet Roger, what time works for you?”

“Here…” Keaton pulled an old receipt from his pocket, “have you…?”

Norman handed him a pen and Keaton quickly jotted down his phone number. “It’s new, I didn’t want you calling my old number and asking who knows out instead. Get a reservation where you can and we’ll work something out, you know what I like.”

Norman nodded, taking the receipt. “I’m glad we can still talk like this,” he said as they stood.

“Me too…” They were less than a foot apart from each other, now. Keaton could smell Norman’s cologne, like a ghost from his past. It had changed in two decades, but it was still the familiar notes he always went for, something minty and clean and speaking volumes to his wealth. “Well. We should get back to the event, shouldn’t we?”

“Yes, yes… you’re right.”

They both faltered, struggling against the urge to do something drastic, before turning and heading back inside.