#marvin and mark should kiss

[spookai69-420]

Guys hear me out. TMA x The backrooms

Marv is Jon

Ivan is Elias (👎)

Peter is Tim

Kim is Sasha

Mark is Martin

Etc etc

Yes I know mark fits more as Jon and Marv as Martin personality wise but trauma and experience wise I feel it fits the other way around. Marv was there for EVERYTHING, down to even when Peter disappeared. He survived despite all the odds. Mark had the one experience that leaves him screwed up likely permanently

Jon was touched by every fear out there and survived against the odds. He witnessed all of it first hand.

Martin was touched by a few fears of course, but mainly the lonely. Something that leaves him permanently screwed up.

Not sure if async is the archive or vice versa, or maybe a mix of both yet

Also yes I may or may not be Not Sashaing Kim. Sorry Kim. I love you I swear

It’s very concepty still

I may also add Wyatt because I’m a big enjoyer of Dadvin. I will not elaborate.

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

ROLES I WANT DAVID TENNANT TO PLAY IN MUSICALS: THE MASTERLIST

Okay so I've divided this into three categories, which you shall see below!

Roles I Think David Could/Should Play NOW:

Charlie Guiteau in Assassins

someone in Brigadoon bc it would be funny

The Emcee in Cabaret

Ryuk in Death Note

The Man In The Chair in The Drowsy Chaperone

The Dysquith Family in A Gentleman's Guide to Love And Murder

Herbie in Gypsy

Hades in Hadestown

Frollo in Hunchback of Notre Dame (okay give him like five years)

The Baker in Into The Woods

Lord Chancellor in Iolanthe

Albin or Georges in La Cage Aux Folles (either one as long as the other is played by Michael Sheen)

Trunchbull in Matilda OKAY HEAR ME OUT (he could also do Mr Wormwood)

Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady

Fagin in Oliver

Tateh in Ragtime

Riff Raff OR Frank N Furter in Rocky Horror

Shakespeare in Something Rotten

Squidward in SpongeBob (im so serious)

Sweeney Todd (utterly delusional but I need it to happen)

The Wizard in Wicked

Roles I Think David Would Have Nailed When He Was Younger

The Balladeer in Assassins

anyone in Cats please it would be so funny (especially Munkustrap)

Connor Murphy in Dear Evan Hansen (like Campbell era come ON)

Motel in Fiddler on the Roof

Marvin in Falsettos (he MIGHT get away with that now not sure)

Monty in Gentleman's Guide

J.P. Finch in How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying

Molina in Kiss of the Spider Woman

Emmet in Legally Blonde

Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors

Edgar Allan Poe in Nevermore

Leo Frank in Parade

Narrator/Cat in the Hat in Seussical

Georg in She Loves Me

any character Christian Borle played in Spamalot

Tobias Ragg in Sweeney Todd

Roles David Quite Doesn't Have The Instrument For But I Would Watch Him Do Them Anyway Bc He Would Act The Hell Out Of Them:

Any Elder in The Book of Mormon (Younger)

Robert in Bridges of Madison County

Bobby in Company (Younger)

Jervis in Daddy Long Legs (Younger)

Lucheni in Elisabeth (Younger)

or death. Rudolph too tbh

Bruce Bechdel in Fun Home

Edward Rochester in Jane Eyre

Henry Jekyll/Edward Hyde (younger)

Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar (younger)

Javert in Les Miserables

Christian in Moulin Rouge (Younger)

Pierre in Great Comet (this one actually kills me bc he and Phileas are so similar)

OR ANATOLE HOLY CRAP

Gabe in Next to Normal (Younger)

Erik in Phantom of the Opera

Mark Cohen in Rent (younger)

Noel Gruber or Ricky Potts in Ride the Cyclone (younger)

Archibald Craven in The Secret Garden

Joe/Josephine in Some Like It Hot

BURRS IN THE WILD PARTY OH I WISH THIS WERE REALISTIC IT WOULD BE SO GOOD

GOD this is long please spill the opinions so this was worth it

[jerzwriter]

A million years ago, someone asked me if I'd write a series that mimicked canon but with Tobias Carrick as head of the Edenbrook Diagnostic Team. While I don't have the bandwidth to take on a series at this point, as I'm doing my Open Heart re-read, I will rewrite select scenes that I think could be interesting.

The first one is that first night at Donahue's. I may have forced myself to finish this tonight just so I could read @alj4890's version before I go to bed tonight! lol Amanda, my fellow Tobias ho, I'm so glad you're taking this trip with me.

Book: Open Heart Book 1 / Chapter 2 That first night at Donahue's Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 1,445 Series: If it were canon... AU Summary: Casey and her new friends are celebrating their first day as interns at the renowned Edenbrook Hospital. When her attending, Dr. Tobias Carrick arrives, he can't take his eyes off the beautiful young woman, even though he knows he should. When she joins him for a drink, will the two of them be able to fight their attraction? Or will they give in?

A/N: Participating in the @julychallenge Pink: Playfulness, Warmth Black: Attraction

After a grueling sixteen-hour shift, Dr. Tobias Carrick opened the door to Donahue’s, desperate for a brief escape. He hadn’t been to his usual watering hole for the past couple of weeks, not since his messy breakup with the pretty nurse from Peds. He knew the probability of her tossing a glass of Merlot onto his expensive threads was real and best to be avoided. But tonight marked his grand return. Tonight, his need for relaxation made the threat of a hefty dry cleaning bill worthwhile.

It hadn’t been your typical day. The universe decided that the usual life-or-death matters weren't enough. So, it threw in a new class of interns and all the “joy” that came with them. There was a surprise visit from the Director of the Board and, to add insult to injury, a long phone call with his mother. Yes, tonight, he needed the poor lighting and the scent of stale beer that only his home away from home could provide. He nodded to Reggie as he settled onto his barstool, and within moments, his usual drink appeared. Finally, he was ready to unwind.  

As he sipped his bourbon, his eyes wandered across the room, settling on the tiny dance floor in where a group of new interns were swaying to the sounds of Marvin Gaye. At least they have good taste in music, he thought, as he was about to turn back to the bar. But then he noticed a mane of golden hair thrashing about, accompanied by a radiant smile that threatened to light up the room. Dr. Casey MacTavish, was a new intern he met in a rather dramatic manner at the start of the day, and he hadn’t been able to get her off his mind since.

He couldn’t peel his eyes away. Her movements were a little erratic, to say the least, but there was no denying she was sexy as hell. Her laughter rang out over the music holding him captive. He took another sip of his drink, feeling a twinge of something he shouldn’t feel for an intern smoldering inside. He had a reputation for the artistic way he managed to blur lines, but as her attending physician, he knew this was one he shouldn’t cross.

He turned his attention back to his drink and was relieved when Reggie came over to discuss the Red Sox’s post-season chances. It was a welcome distraction, but despite his best efforts, his thoughts kept drifting back to Casey. He turned back ack to the dance floor, but she was gone but, luckily, not for long. A raucous chorus of wolf-whistles drew his attention to the side, where a new surgical intern Tobias had already dubbed “Ken” had the object of his attention bent backward as he feverishly kissed her.

“That lucky son of a bitch,” he mumbled under his breath.

The moment Casey was back on her feet, she tossed her head back with another infectious laugh, and despite Reggie’s attempts to pull him back to the conversation, Tobias was lost.

“I get that she’s prettier than me,” he finally heard Reggie laugh. “But does she know the Sox as well as I do?”

Caught, Tobias grinned sheepishly. “I don’t know, man,” he replied. “She strikes me as someone who could surprise you.”

“Yeah,” Reggie smiled, drying off a tumbler. “Well, she strikes me as someone who is making her way over here. Don’t look now, boss, but...”

“Hey! Do you mind if I join you?”

Her voice was melodic, and if he thought she looked gorgeous across the bar, seeing her up close was a bit too much... even for him. The delicate blush on her cheeks and playful giggle made it clear she caught him eying her from head to toe. Normally he was as smooth as silk... but he already made his first misstep. But who could blame him? Her smile, those blue eyes, the way her denim cut-off shorts clung to her body, showing off her... assets... that top that left little to his overactive imagination...

Casey cleared her throat loudly and motioned to the empty stool beside him. If she were being honest, she was reveling in the level of control she appeared to hold right now. “So, may I?”

“Of course,” Tobias replied, unable to hide a smile.

“What has you so dazed?” she teased, slipping onto the stool beside him.

“You just... you look different outside of work.”

“Different good or different bad?”

“Different,” he said, turning to her with a smirk. “You looked like you were having fun out there.”

“Yeah, burning off some steam. If I can’t celebrate my first day as a real doctor, what can I celebrate?”

“True, true."

Just then, “Ken” approached the bar to order two beers. Tobias glowered his way, but "Ken" didn't notice one bit. He was too busy winking at Casey before rejoining his crew.

“I see you’ve made some quick friends," Dr. Carrick observed.

“Of course I have," she beamed, trying to discern… was he jealous? “With all of this charm and personality... I practically have to fight them off with a stick!"

Tobias laughed so much his eyes crinkled as he motioned to Reggie. “Two specials,” he smiled. “I hope it’s not too forward of me to buy you a drink.”

“Hell no!” She winked. “You know what I earn; feel free to buy me as many drinks as you want.”

God, he was impressed. Tobias Carrick was a known flirt, a master in the field, so he knew when he met a match and holy shit, did she have it. He didn’t want to steer the conversation back to a more appropriate topic, but he felt like he should.

“So, how was the first day?”

“It was... challenging, but that’s the name of the game, isn’t it?”

“Sure is,” he nodded. “When I first came to Boston, I was interning at Mass Kenmore, and let me tell you....”

The two began to trade war stories of med school and, in his case, beyond. Their boundaries softened more with each sip they took. The conversation flowed easily, marked with laughter and, occasionally, a brief touch that felt like sparks igniting under their skin. Without realizing, Tobias leaned in closer, hanging on her every word. Beauty and brains were one thing, but her charm and wit gripped him and didn't let go.

“You know,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight. Do you come here often?”

“More often than I should probably,” he grinned. “It’s my go-to place after a long day.”

“Well, it’s easy to see why.”

He let out a snort. “Please don’t tell me because of the ambiance.”

“Of course not!” she replied, nudging his shoulder. “It’s the great company! I mean, it’s clear that I’m already your favorite, and here I am!”

“Oh, are you?” He chuckled, no longer able to deny the warmth building inside him. She had him mesmerized and all but forgetting “the rules.” But he was Tobias Carrick, and rules were made to be broken... weren’t they?

“So, the guy over there... the one you were kissing...”

“Bryce?” She asked, taking a sip of her drink as Tobias’s eyes fell to her lips; never had he been more jealous of a straw. “He’s cool. We just met today.”

“Damn!” Tobias exclaimed. “Does everyone you meet get a kiss like that?”

“Nah,” she smiled seductively. “Only the ones I lose bets to.” Meeting his eyes, she built up her courage and spoke with a flirtatious lilt. “Anything you care to wager, Dr. Carrick?”

That was it. He barked out a laugh, his eyes on fire. Yeah. He may have met his match.

“You’re something else,” he smiled, then his voice became lower and took on a more serious tone. “You know, I know we’re supposed to keep things professional, but you are not making it easy for me.”

“Yey," she clapped, "then it’s working!” Her face became serious, and she lowered her voice, too. “I definitely feel something here, Tobias, but I'm not stupid. I know this would be... complicated.”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “But complicated doesn’t mean impossible. If you ever wanted to find a workaround, you just say the word.”

Casey’s eyes searched his. They looked at her so intently she had to remind herself to breathe.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she whispered. Sensing the shift, Casey's nerves got the better of her, and she glanced at the clock on the wall. “I should get going. Early start tomorrow and all.”

Tobias nodded, masking his disappointment. “Yep, and I heard your attending is a real asshole.”

“I don’t know,” she smiled. “He's impressed the hell out of me so far."

Tobias bit his lower lip, fighting the urge to take this to the next level with all his might. This woman was going to be trouble.

“Good night, Casey. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he replied, never taking his eyes off her as she walked away.

Tobias sighed as she left with her friends. This was going to be complicated, but there was no way he was letting her slip through his fingers. Some things were worth taking a risk for, and there was no doubt in his mind that Dr. Casey MacTavish was one of those things. He finished his drink and threw some bills on the bar to settle his tab.

“Hey! Leaving so soon?” Reggie hollered.

“Yep!” Tobias smiled. “I want to get a good night’s sleep. Suddenly, I’ve got a lot to look forward to tomorrow.”

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Agh! This was so much fun! WHy didn't I do it sooner! lol

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 26

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Marvin was so thankful that healing a hangover was easy enough that you could do it to yourself without worry or ingredients. But he was thirsty and downed his fourth glass of water in the kitchen. 

“Looks like you survived,” Chase chuckled as he entered the room.

“Barely,” Marvin said with his own chuckle, licking his lips to give himself a second before speaking again. “What do you remember from last night?” 

“Did you end up forgetting things this time, too?” Chase picked up an apple from the fruit bowl on the table and bit into it. 

“A little.” Marvin didn’t look at Chase, unsure if he’d be able to lie to his face. 

“Well, Henrik called because you were drunk off your ass on the floor. I brought you here, got you ready for bed, took my potion, and that’s about all I have in the memory bank.” Chase leaned back against the counter. “You're a very giggly drunk.” 

“Henrik must have gotten you when I was on phase three.” Marvin marked the last two words with finger quotes. 

“Phase three?” 

“He told me that I go through levels of drunkenness.” 

“Speaking of that…” Chase sat his half-eaten apple down. “Why did you get drunk? One second we’re getting stuff from Actor’s place, and then the next, you’re gone. And then you start ignoring my calls. Did I fuck up? I’m sorry if I did. Just tell me, and I’ll never do it again.” He was nearly rambling by the end, fear in his eyes. 

“Chase, darling.” Marvin stepped in front of Chase and held his face with both hands. “I promise you that you did nothing wrong. I was having a…moment.” 

“Are you okay?” Chase asked softly. 

“It’s something I’m working on. I’m being a bit of a dumbass. I’m hoping to get over it soon.” Marvin wasn’t sure what he meant by that at the moment. What way he would take it. But he’ll deal with that later. 

“You’d tell me if I fucked up, right?” Chase still sounded worried.

“Of course. I’m pretty good at calling people out.” Marvin kissed the tip of Chase’s nose, and he felt better when that got him to chuckle. “How about for today, I’ll magic myself home, clean up, and then meet you outside Henrik’s to see how that date of his went? Then we’ll go through the stuff from Actor’s and see where it takes us from there?” 

“Sounds good.” Chase’s smiled, and Marvin realized he was still holding him, getting him to finally lower his arms. 

“Thirty minutes sound like enough time?” 

“Yep.” 

“I’ll see you at, Hen’s,” Marvin said before snapping his fingers and disappearing. 

x~x~x

Chase pulled up to Henrik’s house and didn’t see Marvin yet. He was going to take his phone out to scroll through Instagram, but he looked up to see the contract Dark had given him still sticking out of his visor. 

Marvin mentioned something about how he was working on something on his own. About being a dumbass…Chase knew that feeling a lot more than he should. 

He pulled out the paper and chewed on the inside of his cheek, reading the beginning of typed-out words again.

From the desk of Dark-

Chase thought it was strange that there was no last name, but he’d accepted that the world Dark and the others were a part of probably involved hiding your full name. Now that he thinks of it, Chase didn’t know Marvin’s last name. Marvin knew his, and they both knew Henrik’s. Did Henrik know Marvin’s last name, or was he like Dark or Rhianna? Chase shook his head and went back to reading.

From the desk of Dark, 

A proposal is offered to Chase Brody concerning a current contract involving a person of interest connected to his past. 

A customer has hired the company for the disposal of A-

Chase had to lower the contract before he could read the name. He hated how it alone would bring so much dread, memories of what happened, and he could swear the scarring on his chest was aching. 

Was he really going to do this? Sign off on how she’d die? Dark did say anything, that he could just request items from her home. She did still have some of his things, but would he want them after knowing what he would about her death? Does he want her to die? Is she that terrible of a person? It’s been years. Maybe she’s grown and became better> Maybe she has a life that’s a positive aspect of others…why did that make him want to sign the contract more? 

He shoved those thoughts away when he saw Marvin appearing at Henrik’s door. Chase quickly tucked the contract back into the visor and left his car. 

“Ready to give him some hell?” Marvin asked with a giggle. 

“Always.” Chase grinned and opened the door. They both strolled in without knocking. 

“I texted him a little bit ago, he knows we were coming, but I didn’t give him long enough to get Edward out if he’s in the house,” Marvin said. 

“Why are you here?” Henrik hissed as he fumbled into the room. He was wearing his robe and hugging it tightly to his body. That was a clear sign that he was either wearing nothing or next to nothing under it. “I had assumed you would sleep in today after last night.” 

“Did you truly think I wouldn’t come over and ask how your date went? After how long of teasing and encouraging and, at one point, almost literally pushing for you to do anything with Edward. You finally get dinner with him, and you don’t think I want the tea?” Marvin almost sounded offended. 

“I will give you tea later. I was busy doing…things.” 

“Things? What-”

“Henrik? Is everything okay?” Edward stopped Chase’s question short by coming into the room wearing only a pair of boxers. There were also a collection of hickies on his chest, and when Henrik turned his head to look at Edward; Marvin and Chase got a clear view of a nice-sized one on his neck.  

“And hello, Mr. Things,” Marvin said with a loud laugh. “You did it, Hen!” 

“This is why I did not want you here.” Henrik groaned. 

“We’re just proud of you.” Chase pinched Henrik’s cheeks.

“You two can leave now.” Henrik slapped Chase’s hands away. 

“I’ll go make some coffee.” Edward offered. 

“You have to tell me everything. I want every single dirty detail.” Marvin was practically purring with excitement. 

“Do not let the door slam your ass on the way out.” Henrik huffed.

“Did you get your railing? I saw you limp. I think you did.” 

“Marvin!” 

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523 @ashtonisvibing

[iamfruitie]

In Too Deep Chapter 49

Ao3 link

New Home

“Is that the cat!?” Marvin asked, practically buzzing when he saw Mad with a carrier. Al was not the happiest camper inside of it, and his sounds showed it. 

“Yes, this is Al. He hates the carrier. So he might be a little grumpy.” Mad explained as he put the carrier down and opened it. Al sprinted out of the carrier, saw the strangers, hissed, and ran right to Mad, leaping up and landing in his arms. “I know, buddy, this is stressing.” Mad scratched the top of Al’s head. 

“Don’t worry little guy, you’ll get spoiled rotten here.” Marvin used a ‘baby-talk’ voice as he walked over and scratched under Al’s chin, smiling when the cat started purring. 

“He’s already spoiled,” Mare muttered. 

“Sounds like someone's a little jealous~” Marvin sang his tease. “And-” He stopped when he sniffed the air and leaned closer for a better look at Mad’s neck. “Holy shit!” 

“Why holy shit?” Chase came over and sniffed as well. “Holy shit!” 

“Mad’s part of the family!” Wilford announced to everyone else. 

“At least that’s one less worry to have,” Dark said as he and Anti stood to the side of the room. “But there’s still a long list of things to decide and figure out.” 

“Save those worries for later.” Anti tugged on Dark’s arm to get him to look at him. “Let’s celebrate one of your boys claiming someone. He’s in love. Let’s not ruin that mood since Mare might be a lot like you.” 

“What do you mean by that?” Dark asked. 

“Look at him.” Anti pointed and seemed to have perfect timing because they watched as Mare wrapped an arm around Mad’s waist and glared at Edward when he tried to examine the claim mark. “Those instincts are going to be a mess for a bit.” Anti giggled. “I’ll go check our blood supply and see if we have food for Mad. Something tells me those two won’t be leaving the bedroom too much for the next few days.” 

“I don’t want that thought in my head.” Dark exaggerated a grimace and smiled when Anti kissed his cheek. 

“Go welcome your son-in-law.” Anti winked, giggling more when Dark rolled his eyes. 

“I should also check on Phantom’s progress with Jackie. I might have Wilford and JJ go out to them as well.” Dark hummed with thought.

“Maybe they’re doing what Mare and Mad did, and that’s another thing off your self-appointed list.” Anti kissed Dark’s cheek again before stepping away to the kitchen. Dark walked over to Mad and Mare, giving them a light nod in greeting. 

“Looks like a little push was all you needed,” Dark said with a light tease to Mare.

“Technically, I was the one who asked,” Mad stated and was a little confused when Dark chuckled. 

“My statement is proved more than correct. A push from both ends by the sounds of it.” Dark said. “Henrik and Edward will want to look at your claim mark later, but we’ll have them wait until that initial…let’s say ‘rush’ of sorts to wear off so Mare doesn’t bite them.” 

“The rush is that wrapped around my finger thing, right?” Mad asked and once again was confused at Dark chuckling, and this time the other vampires joined in with laughter. 

“He definitely gets to stay,” Marvin said. 

x~x~x

“They unpacked everything else,” Mad said as he opened the boxes they brought into Mare’s room. “I swear I didn’t even finish blinking before it was all done.” 

“We can be efficient when we want to be.” Mare hugged Mad from behind. 

“That inclusion of ‘when you want to be’ is very accurate.” Mad chuckled and tried to reach into the box but was trapped in place. “There’s still more to do, Mare.” 

“Later.” Mare kissed Mad’s temple, adjusting his hold to squeeze at Mad’s waist. He could feel that instinctual itch in the back of his head acting up again, telling him to pamper Mad, to spoil him, and make him feel good. 

“But m-my-” Mad stammered as Mare slipped his hands under his shirt and slowly started pushing the fabric up. 

“I’ll take care of it, I promise.” Mare trailed his kisses down to Mad’s neck, hands still going until he got to his chest, giving it a firm squeeze as he scraped his teeth against the claim mark. 

“Mare~!” Mad gasped, grabbing Mare’s wrists and leaning back against him. 

“May I keep going?” Mare asked with a purr.

“Yes.” Mad breathed out, and that breath turned into a light whimper when Mare started flicking his thumbs against his nipples. 

“I am just having the hardest time keeping my hands off of you, aren't I?” Mare chuckled when Mad nodded in agreement. “I’m going to lift you.” He warned before suddenly scooping Mad up bridal style and carrying him to the bed. 

“You enjoy holding me too much.” Mad tried to tease with a blush on his face.

“Don’t act like you don’t remember me calling you out on enjoying being manhandled.” Mare teased right back and laid Mad on the bed. 

“I-I don’t know-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mad’s energy switched back to where Mare adored it, cute and flustered 

“Sure you don’t, starlight.” Mare hummed as he crawled into the bed and hovered over Mad. “But we’ll play with that even more on a different day.” He said as he took Mad’s shirt off. “Right now, I just want to hear you moan my name.” 

“I can do that.” Mad placed his hands on Mare’s shoulders and tugged, silently asking for a kiss. 

“Good boy,” Mare whispered and kissed Mad, grinning as Mad shivered from the praise. That grin grew when Mad tugged on his shirt, another silent ask. Mare happily obliged that ask, sitting up enough to slip off his shirt. He watched Mad run his hands across his chest and stomach, his blush deepening as he felt Mare’s skin and the muscles that were hidden underneath. Mare leaned back over and caught Mad in another kiss, being a little impatient and tugging down on Mad’s pants. “Do you want me to use my hand or mouth?” 

“Hand, I want more kisses,” Mad answered, lifting his hips to make it easier for Mare to take off his pants and underwear. 

“You’re adorable.” Mare kissed Mad again before he could protest and squeezed at his thigh, impatience kicking in again, and it was only a second later that he was wrapping a hand around Mad’s cock and stroking him. He got the biggest rush out of feeling Mad getting hard so quickly because of his touch, and he swallowed the moans Mad made. 

Mare was suddenly craving to make Mad a mess already, needing that first highly pleasurable rush to hit him as soon as possible. He worked his hand at the speed and pressure that he’d memorized as what made Mad weak, and he was rewarded with more of Mad’s delicious moans. 

“M-Mare, Mare, please~” Mad panted, hips rocking into Mare’s hand as he slid his arms around to hold Mare in a tight hug. 

“You sound like the most beautiful melody.” Mare purred and nipped across Mad’s jaw, stopping at the claim mark to give it extra attention. 

“Mare~!” Mad gasped, nails digging in lightly, and that got a light, approving growl to rumble in Mare’s throat. “I’m-I’m gonna-” The warning turned into a moan loud enough to crack when Mare sank his fangs into the claim mark. Mare got a mouthful of Mad’s blood, tasting the sexual high he was on from cumming, and he helped himself to another swallow as Mad clung to him and moaned again, body trembling from the slight overstimulation. 

“You really do taste better every time,” Mare said after pulling his fangs out and lifting his hand to his mouth, winking as he cleaned it off with his tongue. “And I mean that in every meaning of the phrase~” Mad watched Mare with wide eyes and took a moment to get his brain back. 

“Can we do more?” 

“As much as you want.” Mare grinned, fangs tinted red before running his tongue over them and cleaning the rest of the blood off. 

“I’d like to do more.” Mad blurted out, and Mare chuckled and leaned into another kiss. 

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[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2022 Day 5: Once the Bringer of Life . . .

Summary: Wade’s house seems cursed because things always seem to happen to his house.

A/N: A reminder that Bob’s superhero name is Gatling, and Wade’s the the Drowned Man (DM for short)

Prompt: Water

Characters: Wade, Bob, Mark, Joan

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

“You know buddy, even if it is a demon, it’s still pretty funny,” Bob smiled as he stood next to his old college friends. Wade was standing in-between him and Mark. All three of them were in their normal outfits and standing in front of Wade’s house.

Wade’s front door was knocked off its hinges and flat on the floor inside the house. There was lots of water damage.

And Wade was at his wit’s end.

Mark looked over at his old college friend. “And you’re certain it’s not just you, ‘cause you do have water powers?”

“No, it’s not me, I had Marvin help with it. I’m not in college anymore and soaking through beds and floorboards, Mr. It Took Me Five Days To Stop Floating.”

“I’m just ruling stuff out,” Mark shrugged. “And hey, if they’re no ghosts we can make a little money by posting it online and pretending.”

Wade just stared at him. “Bob, if I kill Mark do you think he’d haunt my house.”

“You’d never know a moment of rest,” Mark said before turning to the house. “Let’s go boys.”

“Joan’s not here yet, we should wait for them,” Bob said.

Mark rolled his eyes but he turned back to them. “Fine. They’re the expert.”

“Are you sure it’s a ghost?” Bob asked.

“What else could it be?” Wade demanded.

“I mean, my roof was leaking last week, so it could just be a weird Egoton thing,” Mark shrugged.

“It’s ghosts, obviously,” Wade said.

“The day it’s actually ghosts is the day I kiss Wilford full on the mouth,” Bob said.

“That binding?” Mark asked.

“Only if it’s recordable, repeated proof,” Bob said. “If I get that and it’s not some demon, I will let that fucker seranade the hell out of me. He can wine and dine me, and we’ll spend the whole night trying to get away from Dark because everyone knows he’s a jealous piece of shit.”

“I would force a ghost into this house just to see that,” Wade smiled at him.

“Hey, let’s start with one catastrophe at a time. The craziest thing I’ve got in my life right now is I’ve got a couple guys coming to get rid of my fridge next week, but you’re the one with the bad luck.” Bob smiled at Wade as he spoke.

Wade wasn’t so happy with that, but after a couple more minutes, Joan turned up.

All of them were out of costume and they investigated the house where Mark was dicking around and filming stuff on his phone. He was actively trying to sabotage their efforts and almost begging a ghost to show up.

But in the end nothing happened. No ghosts. No demons.

Which only seemed to make Wade even more frustrated and angry.

“Maybe it’s like Dark or Anti, did they find out where I live?” Wade said, trying to find some cause for how many things had gone wrong with his house.

“Maybe,” Mark said, reviewing some of his footage.

“See,” Joan rolled their eyes. “This is why I don’t do shit. You can’t get targeted by demons and supervillains if they don’t know you exist.”

“You up for meeting with him, we can all go and change and regroup?” Mark asked.

Joan looked at him for a bit. “Thanks, but hard pass.I’d rather Dark and the other villains not know what I sound like. It’s bad enough that Dee and Remus know who I am. Appreciate including me.”

“Anytime, anytime,” Mark said. “You do good work.”

“If you think there’s another ghost, call me, Gatling’s not the only one who wants to see a ghost,” Joan told them before they split up to suit up.

Joan went back to the base. Wade, Bob, and Mark showed back up close to Dark’s warehouses.

Wade was fretting the entire way over.

“Dude, if you’re worried so much about your house, go back to it,” Bob told him.

“I’m just going to find more water damage,” Wade said. “I’m trying to keep the place from flooding.

“Well, this shouldn’t be too hard.” Mark shrugged as he began strolling towards the gated entrance. “We just go in and ask.”

Before Mark could take a step inside, a bullet landed centimeters in front of his foot. He jumped back. “Shit, Chase is at work.”

Dark opened up a portal to face them. “Gentlemen, to what do I owe this visit?”

“You or Anti are haunting my house,” Wade said.

“Excuse you?” Dark said in confusion.

“You or Anti or something you sent is causing all of the pipes in my house to go beserk,” Wade accused.

Dark stared at him. “If I knew where you lived, I would have used it. Anti would have killed your family by now.”

The heroes all stared at him.

“Yeah,” Wade sighed. “Yeah, that sounds right.”

“Are you sure it’s not your hydrokinesis?” Dark asked.

“It’s not! Okay?” Wade said. “Why is that everyone’s first question?”

“Because you’re having plumbing problems while being the only hero on the team with a water-based superpower.”

Wade looked like he was about to walk over and punch Dark in the face as Bob was struggling not to just start cackling in laughter.

The heroes wound up leaving after a minor scuffle, just on principle of them being there and so close to Dark. Chase managed to shoot Bob’s barriers a couple of times before they retreated and headed back to the base. Wade quickly hurried back home to try and figure out what was wrong with his home since demons and ghosts were currently being ruled out.

Two weeks later Wade burst into the base where Mark and Wade were in the common room, having some coffee and he threw down a folder on the table in front of them. “See? It’s not me. The previous owners were shit at DIY!”

Mark and Bob just began laughing, which didn’t help Wade’s anger. But it helped exonerate him.

It turned out Wade’s powers or ghosts were not to blame for the problems going on in Wade’s house. But human error was indeed to blame after all.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Sexytime?

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Words: 2097

Summary: You and Jensen are stuck doing surveillance and Jake gets bored. Also, he tries some dirty talk for the first time!

Warnings: Fluff, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This ended up being kind of precious, but I’m ok with that. I just love this giant nerd so much! Join my taglist here if you want! (Side note, I know that Brother Rapp comes after Sex Machine on the James Brown album but that would’ve been like 15 minutes of dancing I had to write)

“Oh my god, I’m so bored.”

You shot a glare at Jake as you set up the surveillance equipment. He had draped himself over the table in your loft dramatically as you did your work.

“We’ve been here for literally a half an hour. Are you going to whine the whole time?” You loved the guy but weren’t looking forward to spending the next 12 hours with his ass if he was going to be a little bitch the whole time. You bent down to test the camera angles as he sighed heavily.

“I can’t believe you don’t even have a TV. What are we going to do this whole time?”

“I dunno, maybe our jobs?” You were barely paying attention as you made adjustments to the scopes.

“Nah.” He jumped off the table and stretched. “You’ve gotta have something to do here. I’m gonna look around.”

You just shook your head at him as he started wandering around aimlessly, still fiddling with the equipment to make sure you were covering all the exits.

“Ooh, what’s up here?” He started to climb the ladder to the second level. This was his first time at your place, and he was curious. “Shit.”

You grinned to yourself as you settled back in your chair, eyes on the monitor. He must’ve found the weapons cache.

“Oho, is this a rocket launcher?!”

You gave a laugh as you glanced up at him. “Sure is, baby. Maybe put it down though, you’re pointing it at your face.”

“Oh, fuck. Whoops.” He placed the launcher down gingerly as he scoped the rest of the landing. “That’s it? A refrigerator, a bed, and a shit-ton of explosives?” He started to work his way back down the ladder. “Kinda boring. Oh, what’s this?”

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you considered what his new discovery might be.

“Look at this record collection!” He sounded stupid giddy. “Marvin Gay, Roxy Music, so much Led Zeppelin. Y/N, are you secretly cool?”

“I don’t think it’s a secret.” You teased back at him, smiling in spite of yourself.

“Oh, yesss!” You heard him start up the record player and all of a sudden James Brown was yelling over the speakers as the Sex Machine album started.

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Turn that down, do you want the mark to know we’re up here?”

“C’mon, you know you wanna dance with me.” He had one of those ridiculous grins on his face as he slid across the floor into your field of view, rolling his hips and shoulders to the music.

“We’re supposed to be surveilling, Jake.”

“You just spent 45 minutes setting up all that equipment, you’re telling me the cameras can’t take over for just a bit?”

You bit your lip as you watched him dancing around your kitchen like a goofball. God he was such a perfect idiot. “Fine, but you tell anyone about this and I’ll stab you.”

“Ooh, don’t tease me, sweetheart.”

You rose out of your chair to join him, gliding across the floor easily, leading with your hips as your feet slid along to the rhythm. Your upper body rolled smoothly to the music, following the motion set by your hips.

“Fuck, you’re a really good dancer.” Jensen was giving you an appreciative look as you kicked your feet in a signature James Brown style.

“You seem surprised, Jake.” You laughed lightly at him.

“I mean, I kinda am. No offense, but you’ve usually got a stick up your ass.”

“Ouch.” You placed a hand to your chest in a mock wounded gesture. “This is nothing though.”

“Really, you’ve got more moves up your sleeve?”

“Yeah, watch this.”

You winked at him before spinning fast and lowering yourself into a split, then rising up as you brought your legs back together. He broke out into hysterical laughter.

“Ok, fine. You’ve officially shocked me.”

“Ooh, I’m full of surprises honey.” You slid closer to him as the song shifted to ‘Bewildered’, pressing your body into his.

“What happened to doing our jobs?” He teased as you started kissing his neck.

“You got me all worked up now sweetheart.” You murmured against his throat.

“Oh, fuck. I hate to do this but…” He pointed at the monitor.

The mark was getting into a black SUV in the middle of a group of motorcycles, getting ready to head out.

“Shit!” You hissed, scrambling over to the radio to call it in to Aisha and the rest of the team. “they’re on the move!”

“Fuck, did you get a chance to tag their ride?” Aisha asked over the comms.

“Yeah, did that first thing.”

“Ok, keep an eye on us while we tail them.”

“You got it.”

“Sooo….” Jake murmured behind you. “Should we pick this up later, or….?”

You just waved a hand behind you to shush him as you went over everything with Aisha. He gave a heavy sigh and went to make himself a sandwich. Maybe you had some books laying around somewhere.

It was three hours later when you finally signed off the comms. You stood up and stretched out, wondering where your puppy had gotten to.

You found him passed out on the couch, glasses askew and a sandwich crust resting on his chest as he softly snored, your copy of ‘Dune’ laying open next to him on the couch. You shook your head as you returned the book to the shelf and tossed the rest of his sandwich in the trash. You slipped Miles Davis’ ‘Kind of Blue’ album onto the record player and crawled into his lap.

“Fuck.” He jolted awake when you started nibbling at his ear lobe. “What time is it?”

“It’s 8 PM, dumbass.” You whispered into his neck. “You slept through the whole op.”

“What?” He was still out of it. “What about the surveillance?”

“Well,” you murmured, slipping your hands under his Petunias tee and running your palms up his torso. “There was a firefight, and it seems the mark is no longer an issue.”

“Ok.” His brain was almost caught up now. “So, sexytime?”

You lifted his glasses off his nose and gave him a low chuckle as you set them on the coffee table. “Yeah, baby, sexytime.”

He gave you one of his stupid grins as he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, his hands kneading into your hips as he ground his growing erection into your mound. You drew his shirt over his head as you gyrated against him, moaning as your cunt clenched around nothing, a fresh rush of arousal soaking through your panties and leggings.

Jake ran his hands up your back and tugged the shoulders of your cami down over your arms until your tits were exposed. He nuzzled himself between your breasts, brushing his lips against your skin softly as you arched into his mouth.

He moved his mouth to your nipple and elicited a groan as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud, bringing up one hand to palm at the opposite breast.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whispered, screwing your eyes shut and bringing up a hand to the back of his head as you drove your hips into him, desperate for friction. “God, I need it.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He whispered against your chest. “You need my big fucking cock? You gonna take it like a good girl?”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed. Those words coming out of your sweet puppy were just too much and you broke down into a fit of giggles.

“Aww, c’mon.” He was pouting now. “I just wanted to try something new.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” You fell back on the couch, trying to catch your breath “You just caught me off guard. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

You scooted yourself down on the couch until you could dip your hands into his sweats, biting your lip as you drew out his cock, biting your lip as wrapped your hands around him.

“Mmm, I need this cock so bad. My pussy is so fucking wet for you.” You ran your thumb through the precum at his tip at the same time you shoved your hand down your panties, moaning as you drew your fingers through your sopping folds until you found your clit.

“Fuck, baby. Ok.” He tore off your panties and lined himself up. “Uh, you want this cock, you better ask me real nice. Is this ok?”

You grinned and nodded to him. “Please, Jake, fuck me with that massive dick?”

“Shit, don’t need to ask twice.” He muttered as he nudged his tip between your folds, slowly pressing into you. You let out a whine as he sheathed himself in you, digging your fingers into the couch cushions. “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Like feeling my big cock splitting you open. God, you’re so fucking tight. Look at this pussy gripping me so good.”

His hips were driving into you hard, his cock dragging against your g-spot with each thrust. You met each of his thrusts with your own, whining as he pounded into you. You brought your fingers down to your clit, drawing circles around it desperately before Jake wrenched your hand away.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I’m the only one who gets to make you cum tonight.” He licked his fingers before pressing them to your tiny bundle of nerves, making you scream.

“Fuck, Jake! Don’t stop!” You felt your pleasure gathering in the pit of your stomach as you writhed underneath him. “God, I’m cumming!”

“That’s right baby, cream all over my cock.”

The coil snapped and you wailed as every muscle in your abdomen knotted before releasing in quivering bliss. You felt your spend gushing over your thighs around Jake’s dick as you came down, his hips still plunging into you relentlessly.

“I’m gonna flip you over beautiful. I wanna watch this ass bounce while I make you scream.”

You whined when he pulled out, but then he flipped you over like it was nothing and drove back into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He slapped your ass hard before gripping one hip to draw you back into him over and over. He wrapped his other hand in your hair and wrenched your head back, making your eyes roll back into your head as he pounded into you.

“God, you’re fucking perfect. I swear this body was made for me.” He murmured as he picked up the pace even more, and you felt your pussy clench around him at his praise as you felt another orgasm starting to build. “You can cum again, pretty girl. I wanna feel this cunt strangle my cock.”

“Ffuuck.” You groaned as another orgasm ripped through you. You body rolling underneath Jake as aftershocks shook your core and left you breathless.

“Shit, gonna fill you up, baby. You ready to take all my cum, beautiful?”

“Yes, please.” You moaned against the couch cushions, still feeling the aftereffects of your previous orgasm.

He hissed through his teeth as you felt his cock twitch inside you, then his hot spend was coating your velvety walls, eliciting another groan from deep in your chest.

Jake stilled his hips and collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his body heat as you felt his cock softening. You hummed with pleasure as he buried his face in your hair.

“Was that ok, Y/N?” Your boy was so fucking considerate and sweet, he made your teeth hurt.

“That was more than ok, Jensen.” You mumbled against the couch cushions as he pulled out of you and started to roll you over.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too mean?”

“Jakey, baby, you weren’t mean at all. You’re still my sweet puppy.” You gave him a massive grin as you drew your face up to his and gave him a soft, slow kiss.

He gave you a grin of his own when you pulled away and started to lay back on the couch, cradling his head between your breasts.

“Good.” He muttered against your skin. “Cause I have some other things I was hoping to try.”

“Really baby? What else did you wanna try out?” You ran your fingers lightly over his spine as the two of you lay there, starting to doze off.

“Mmm, what do you think about roleplay?” You could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he started to fall asleep.

You just gave him a light laugh as you slipped into a daze yourself. “Ooh, that sounds like fun.”

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[yarichin-imagines]

The bois singing their SO to sleep? 🥺

Toono can carry a tune, just let him make sure absolutely nobody is around before he starts (one time Tamura heard him singing Spice Girls in the showers and he still can never catch a break!). So of course, when the two of you are alone in either dorm, he won’t hesitate to soothe you. He picks up by humming most of the time, the words don’t really come out until you’re asleep, shy thing. He usually sings John Mayer and Ed Sheeran type acoustics.

As endearing as the effort is, Kashima can’t sing for shit. You only love him all the more for trying though. He’s more of a shower-performer than anything. However, if he tries enough, when it’s soft, he sounds decent. He tends to whisper and whistle more than sing, for the sake of both your ears. Kashima will sing one song every. single. night. No matter the occasion, he sings your song and after that well, it’s whatever comes to mind.

If you think Yacchan has a hidden siren song, you’re be absolutely right. Most nights, you’re asleep before he is, but that could never stop him from fluffing your pillow and making sure you’re tucked in all snug before he starts his one-sided serenades. Usually it’s more energetic love ballads: Marvin Gaye and Stevie Wonder. After all, he’s got to stay awake to complete the set. 

Shikatani can put himself to sleep with his singing voice. It’s angelic, operatic perfection. An orgasm for your ears, but the softest of all. He likes to sit up on his side of the bed as you fall asleep on yours. That’s also why it sounds so nice, breath support and all. You can never really tell what he’s singing, as if the instant he starts you enter a trance. Not that you could complain, his voice works like a charm no matter where you are, even through the phone if you’re ever apart.

Akemi always has a song stuck in his head, and whatever it is, you’re going to hear it all through the night too. He’s not the best at keeping the volume low, so expect noise complaints coming in from the advisors. He always gets out of them though, and night after night it’s a new song. He usually starts the show while you do your bedtime routine: shower, skincare, the works. Never without dramatic arm-ography and grand gesturing dance moves, he waltzes the two of you to bed. You remind him of which songs you prefer to hear him sing, he’s a people pleaser after all: leaves it to his partner. But Akemi is a one and done. It’s one song per night, no exceptions. He sings the same song- the song of the day, he calls it, over and over until he gets bored and falls asleep himself or he notices you fell asleep. Either way, he rests easy. 

Like, Shikatani, Itome’s voice is soft, but it’s sweeter and richer at the same time. Like Kashima, but since he chooses not to speak most times, he hums you to sleep, but only if you ask him to, which is, of course, every night. With no need for words, he hums classical music, and is particularly fond of  pas de deux from various popular ballets. He hits every performance marking too, and sometimes, you pretend to have fallen asleep just to figure out if he really committed a ton of sheet music to memory. Itome the pied piper always wins that battle though, guess you’ll never truly know. 

Whether or not Yuri sounds good singing depends entirely on what genre and song he sings. His voice is smooth and charming on a good day, and he sounds much better when he croons like Sinatra or Martin, but the man so prefers to sing the classics of the 70s and 80s. If it’s too unbearable on you, he’ll swap out his headphones for a pair of old earbuds he has for when you stay the night. This way you can both listen, but he always lets you pick the music. You almost always choose white noise, unless he’s had a tough day or something. 

Just this once. Just because you asked so nice, and he can’t say ‘no’ to that face, Tamura will sing you to sleep. After the first time he did, it wasn’t hard to figure out that a couple of kisses with a well timed squeeze would coax out that raspy cadence you so enjoyed. He never sings a capella. You gotta put on a record or a CD or Spotify or something because if he’s not accompanied by a pro, he’s not singing a single note. You like to watch him when he sings, fighting the temptation of sleep just to fascinate over the way his nose twitches with every awkward squeak when a note is higher than he actually thought, and the way his lips curl so gently around a word. You can see the effort he’s putting into it, but when he notices you looking, he’ll pause the music until you look away. The sounds of early 2000s R&B are easiest on his voice. It has a very sexy, rugged sound to it. You two should really look into setting sleep timers though, cause when Yuri comes by to walk to class, he’s sick of hearing random songs still playing from the night before.

Fujisaki can never remember the words to any song ever written, ever, he even stumbles through freakin’ “Happy Birthday.” Of course, he knew he had to step it up for you, spending nights curating playlists he thought you’d enjoy and studying lyrics instead doing actual school work. The pay off was tenfold when he surprised you one night, face like a tomato. But hey, it was the nicest sounding “tomato” you’d heard in a long time. He sings only your favorite songs, unless you ask him really nicely to choose something he actually likes, and he sounds sweeter on those songs, as if he’s losing himself in the music. 

[blaineandsamevanderson]

What's in your WIP folder?

Oh boy, that’s a big ask! I tend to start writing a fic and get distracted. Some of these are super old and I keep meaning to get back to them, but the muses are fickle.

Hawaii Five 0

On the Right Track Babe ~ When a case leads to an undercover assignment, certain things are uncovered (Mcdanno)

Untitled ~ Danny works a detail at Honolulu Pride cuz he figures if there’s gotta be a police presence at Pride that some of the cops should be part of the community (Mcdanno)

9-1-1/9-1-1 LoneStar

The Date ~ Buck gets ready for a date after his shift at the firehouse...and a hot guy show to pick him up. Hot guy is Dylan, the hot EMT played by Nyle DiMarco on a Station 19 episode where they were fighting wildfires in CA. (Buddie)

Chopped ~ Buck competes on a firefighter edition of Chopped (Buddie)

BBQ ~ Carlos takes TK to a family BBQ (Tarlos)

Untitled Buddie Soulmates fic ~ When someone falls in love, they are marked, a signal appearing on their skin to commemorate that their heart was connected to another. Many couples bore marks for one and other, but only in rare occasions, do they wear the same mark. When two people loved each other and were true soulmates, they shared a mark. (Buddie)

Special Report ~ The news runs a story about the Tsunami on the anniversary (Buddie)

Untitled ~ Buck offers to go as Josh’s plus one to a wedding (undecided ship)

Untitled ~ Eddie hurts his hands and is frustrated. Buck is a good friend and lends a hand ;) (Buddie)

Untitled 9-1-1/Prodigal Son Crossover ~ What is says on the tin

Glee (All Blam)

Running Mates ~ When Blaine Anderson becomes the Democratic nominee for the presidency, he has to pick a VP. A Glee/West Wing fusion

Let’s Marvin Gaye ~ So, idea: In Senior year, Artie decides to get some more directorial experience by making music videos of his friends covering songs. One in particular is a hit, Blaine and Brittany’s cover of Charlie Puth/Meghan Trainor’s song Marvin Gaye…but unlike the actual video, they don’t share a kiss. Both Blaine and Britt have their own storylines in the video, Sam and Santana acting as their respective partners, culminating with kisses like in the video…though Artie doesn’t fade to black fast…It quickly goes viral :)

The Smell of Fresh Cut Grass on Sun Soaked Skin ~ Summer before S2, Sam’s family has just moved to Lima and he’s making extra cash by doing yard work. Gets hired by Mrs. Anderson and he and Blaine meet.

The Most Magical Place on Earth ~ Sam is called to a meeting by Blaine's parents. They sit him down and say that of all of Blaine's friends, Sam is the most reliable, the most trustworthy and the nicest. So they have chosen (maybe even hire) him to keep an eye on Blaine because Blaine tends to go crazy when he takes this annual trip. Cooper couldn't handle him. Kurt couldn't take it. But they think Sam can. When Blaine does his annual week-long trip to Disney World, Sam goes with him. Oh what could possibly happen?

Mutual Admiration ~ Famous male model Sam Evans is on Ellen to promote his new GQ magazine spread and when asked about celebrity crushes he reveals he’s crushing on Broadway star Blaine Anderson.

Friends, Love & Homecoming ~ S2 AU ~ Post 2x03 – Sam joined glee in 2x01 and is not dating Quinn. Not dating anyone at McKinley, cuz he’s with Blaine. When Homecoming rolls around, he wants to take him, so he tells the club. I want reactions!

Drunk on A Plane ~ After being left at the altar, Blaine decides to use the Honeymoon tickets himself. AU ~ where Sam never moved to Lima and he and Blaine meet later in life.

Cruise Ship Coincidence ~ Future fic slightly AU (no Klaine engagement or Samcedes stuff or they broke up already). During a cruise, Kurt and Rachel bump into newlywed Blaine and Sam, who are on their honeymoon after haven’t saw them in years

DCTV

Crossovers

Untitled Bake Off AU ~ DCTV characters on Bake Off (Captain Canary, Winnara and others)

Stretch Right Up and Touch the Sky ~ Camp STAR is one of the North East’s most popular science camps. Every year, young minds arrive to learn and explore. Unfortunately, a few weeks before the camp was to open for the season, a large explosion in one of the labs and the ensuing fire made the camp uninhabitable. Not wanting his campers to miss out on their summer, Owner Harrison Wells called up Joe West, Owner of Camp Superflarrow, who he knew was looking to expand the science discovery program at his own camp. (Captain Canary, Winnara and others)

Untitled Beach Town AU ~ Beach Town AU: Sara Lance (16) and her sister Laurel (17) are invited to spend the summer at the summer beach house of Laurel’s friend Oliver (17). There, they meet a variety of people, townies, other vacationers, etc…and one townie in particular, Leonard Snart (17) catches Sara’s interest :) (Captain Canary, Winnara and others)

Untitled Actors AU ~ An AU where the Legends of Superflarrow characters are actors playing heroes (or part of the crew for the tv/movie) and Sara is one of the heroes and Leonard is one of the villains and their chemistry inspires the writers to give his character a redemption arc… (Captain Canary and others)

Captain Cold Comes to National City ~ Based on a thread started by this tumblr post: I’ve got it! Due to the Oculus’s destruction, Len Snart is blown through the time-space continuum. He awakens in a universe not his own, with a girl in a red skirt… not to mention a red cape… standing over him (Captain Canary, Winnara and others)

Legends of Tomorrow

A Tale of Two Snarts ~ A familiar face returns in an unexpected way (Captain Canary)

Land of the Lost ~ The Legends try to figure out how they’re going to fix time and find a lost friend along the way. Spoilers for the Season 2 Finale!!!! (Captain Canary)

Marvel

Rewinding the Clock ~ In the Marvel world, even old age isn't a constant...

We’ve Come A Long Way From Where We Began ~ Picking up where Infinity War ends….

Star Trek

Georgia Time ~ A follow Up the The Journey Home and Beyond set right after Kirk et all graduate but before they ship out. (McKirk maybe?)

Teen Wolf

Finding Home ~ After the Battle of Beacon Hills, life goes on. (Thiam & Mahealahey & Others)

Model Behavior ~ Isaac gets a job as an Abercrombie greeter (before the ban) and Danny's his trainer. (Mahealahey)

The Full Moon Job (Crossover with Leverage) ~ An alternate version of Teen Wolf Season 6. Wet after the pack pretends to leave Beacon Hills, but after that, all timelines are chucked, characters are brought back and fun is had (Thiam & Mahealahey & Others)

Stay All Day in the Sun ~ When Theo isn't around, the pack starts to wonder where he's going off to.... (Thiam & Mahealahey & Others)

Untitled Actors AU ~ Liam and Theo are actors on a hit tv show. Their characters are enemies with crackling chemistry, but no one suspects it cuz they’re together off screen (Thiam)

Untitled Actors AU 2 ~ What if Danny was one of the cast of a popular show about werewolves? Possibly called Teen Wolf, for the fans of the Meta and, in Season 2, they bring in some new characters, including one played by Isaac. Their characters aren’t supposed to have too much interaction initially, but soon everyone sees the chemistry… (Mahealahey)

[theprinceofflies]

Some Anti and JJ?

Some cute headcanons in here. 

~`~`~

Jameson sat up and turned to his boyfriend. Anti had turned into a radio show by accident and was now broadcasting it in his sleep. Jameson sighed. He really didn't have the heart to wake him. He sat for about five minutes, listening to two people he didn't know talk about some woman who recently had a divorce.

Jameson shook his head and reached for a book. This was the fifth night this week Anti's strange sleeping habits had woken him.

The first night had been Anti glitching uncontrollably and zapping the power out. Jameson also got zapped in the process, leaving a rather noticeable mark on his arm. Luckily he wore long sleeves so no one noticed.

The second-night Anti had floated which honestly scared the dapper man.

The third night had been the same as this one, Anti had somehow turned into a country music radio and Jameson had just left the room.

The fourth Anti had started clawing at the sheets and at his sleeping boyfriend.

Jameson read until Anti woke up a few hours later. "Yer up early."

Jameson nodded and smiled thirdly at Anti. "You look tired pet," Anti whispered. Jameson shook his head and set his book on the table. Anti stretched and crawled onto Jameson's lap. He pressed kisses across his boyfriend's face. Jameson giggled silently and pushed him away. "Are you ok?"

JJ nodded, still looking tired. "Hey if it helps I haven't slept well in a while either."

JJ blinked. 'Really?'

Anti nodded. "I've been having nightmares."

'Darling you should have told me.'

Anti nodded and pressed a kiss against JJ's lips. "I know. It's mostly just losing you. I love you."

JJ nodded. "What about you? Why haven't you been sleeping?"

JJ looked away. 'Well, apparently when you have a nightmare you do things.'

Anti paled. "What things JJ. What did I do to you?"

'No love nothing was on purpose. You just glitch and float. Sometimes you play those talk shows Marvin listens to.'

Anti looked down in shame. "I am so sorry I-"

JJ cut him off with a kiss. Anti pulled him closer, kissing him deeply. Anti pulled away, his long tongue slipping out of the mutes mouth. "How bout you take a nap."

JJ nodded, shifting so he could lay on the bed. "I'll wake you up if I need you."

JJ nodded and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep. Anti smiled and pressed a kiss against his forehead. "Sweet dreams."

[wheres-everyone-going-bingo]

I hope post surgery is not going to rough! I'm here if ya need to vent or talk about gay shit to get your mind off it. I suggest watching Lucifer if you haven't, might keep your mind off pain/discomfort. Anyways here's a request if you feel up to it! Reader is v flirty and flirts with just about everyone and anti gets very jealous causing him to eventually drag reader away and confess that he wants him to only flirt with him and be with him and it ends in possessive marking but slight fluffy sex

Jealousy

Pairing: Antisepticeye x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing

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A brilliant display of red and white burst from Marvin’s fingertips, my mouth hung open at the beautiful show. I rested my hand on Marvin’s arm, squeezing it a little

“Marvin that’s so cool!” I looked at him with an excited grin on my face, always loving his little light shows.

“It’s not that cool, you haven’t seen the real magic yet”

“What, do we have to be in the bedroom for that?” I chuckled, watching his face heat up under his mask.

“I, uhh, no” Marvin stumbled over his words, thrown off by my statement

“Marve, babe, you really should be used to this by now” I patted him on the back, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“You know him Y/N, he’s always a bit easy to fluster” Jackieboy replied, laughing at his friend’s red face.

“Says you Jackie, you’re not that hard to fluster either”

“Yeah right, I’m unflusterable!”

“You want to test that?” I stood up, walking over to him

“Why not, I’ll only win” Jackieboy crossed his arms, certain of his win. I only smiled at him, swiftly pushing him against the wall, pinning him under my body.

“What about now, hmm?” I questioned, my mouth hovering over his bare neck. The only answer I got was a squeak from Jackieboy, I chuckled, knowing that I had won.

“Enough of that!” A voice bounced off of the walls, unnecessarily loud in the small room

“Ah, wondered when you’d join us Anti” I pulled away from Jackieboy, releasing him from my grip.

“Yeah whatever” He scoffed, crossing his arms

“Aww is the big bad scary Anti want to be flustered by me already?”

“No! I don’t” Anti snapped back

“I know, you don’t want to because you always are babe” I winked at him, as he coughed and looked away, avoiding eye contact. I laughed at his behaviour, turning back around to sit beside Marvin. Anti mumbled something that I didn’t hear then disappeared again, obviously done with the conversation.

I jumped slightly as Dr Schneeplestein let out a loud shout halfway through telling me a story

“And vat is how I saved zee day and zee patient!” He exclaimed excitedly, gesturing dramatically.

“Wow Henrik, that’s pretty rad” I told him, leaning close, invested in his stories. “Can you tell me another one?”

“I do not know if I have zee time” He replied, as I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, batting my eyelashes. “Perhaps I do have zee time after all”

“Yesss!” I clapped my hands, always excited to hear his stories.

“So I vas attending to a patient vho vas bleeding very much” I grinned, resting my head in my palm “And he vas dying so I had to save him” I shuffled closer to him, my face barely an inch from his. Henrik stopped his story, face going red at how close I was to him

“Go on continue Henrik” I smiled

“Of course, he vas dying as I said, so I got my professional doctor equipment and I-” Henrik’s eyes drifted down to my lips, his words slowing. I closed my eyes as he started to lean closer, his head tilting to be able to connect his lips with mine. I opened my eyes again as I heard confused shouting. Anti had Henrik against the wall, holding him by the collar of his shirt.

“How dare you try to kiss Y/N! He’s not for you” Anti snarled at Henrik

“He’s not yours” Henrik spoke to Anti like a father would to a toddler having a temper tantrum.

“Anti put Henrik down” I sighed, crossing my arms at his possessive behaviour.

“Fine” Anti huffed, letting go of the doctor, but not letting him leave the room without various death glares.

“What the hell were you thinking?” I asked, frustrated at his actions

“What the hell was I thinking? What the hell were you thinking?” Anti growled, staring me down.

“I’m my own man, I can kiss whoever I want Anti, you don’t own me”

“Don’t I?” He snapped his fingers, replacing the living room with his bedroom, pushing me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

“No you don’t” I growled, flipping him onto his back, I dragged my teeth down his neck, making him shiver.

“You can’t kiss whoever you want”

“Why not?” I questioned, kissing his skin. Anti hesitated thinking about his next words.

“You can kiss whoever you want, you can do whatever you want, it’s just I-” He sighed, looking me in the eyes with such sincerity that I paused my attack on his neck to look at him. “I want to be the only one you kiss, the only one you flirt with, the only one you are romantic with, I want to be your, your-”

“Boyfriend?” I continued for him, seeing him struggle to ask the question.

“Yes, that” Anti confirmed, nodding his head “Will you be my boyfriend?” I gave him a wide smile, wanting to hear those words from his mouth for a while now.

“Of course I will”

“Thank god, now please keep doing what you were doing” I chuckled at his request, pressing my lips to his, grinding against his pelvis.

“I can’t put up with anymore of this foreplay bullshit” Anti pulled his shirt over his head, his pants getting thrown into the same corner of the room not long after.

“Desperate are we?” Anti started to tug at the hem of my shirt not long after he shed his own clothes

“Of course I am” He groaned, finally getting my shirt over my head, getting my pants off not long after. I wrapped my hand around Anti’s cock, giving it a few pumps, earning loud shouts from his mouth

“You really don’t have any volume control do you?”

“I want everyone to know that you’re mine” Anti clawed at my back, leaving scratches, as I lined myself up with him.

Anti threw his head back against his pillows, a loud moan escaping his mouth, as I started to push in and out of him. I felt Anti’s lips connect to my neck, leaving hickeys to make it certain that I belonged to him, and no one else. His hips moved to meet my thrusts. Ant’s grip tightened on my shoulders, barely able to contain the pleasure that came with my quick thrusts and tongue exploring his mouth.

“Fucking hell Y/N” Anti breathed out, feeling himself already start to lose control. He started to shout my name, allowing the other egos to hear him, as he came. My release coming not long after his.

Falling back onto the bed, Anti shuffled closer to me, pressing against my side. I wrapped my arm around him.

“I love you” I mumbled feeling my eyelids get heavy

“I love you too” Anti yawned, burying himself further in my arms.

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Thanks for the kindness my dude!! I’ll check Lucifer out, and whenever you want to rant about gay shit to me, feel free.

[iamvegorott]

Veggie Ink Month Day 6: Passageway

Anti, JJ, Phantom, and Mare were crouching together on the dock; Anti and Mare on crates while Phantom and JJ were on the ground. All straining to hold themselves back; eyes black, horns protruding from their heads, tails lashing and claws digging into the wood. The Demon Realm's take on seawater was red and cold enough to instantly kill a Human. And the ship they stared at was holding four very important ones. Bing, Google, Chase, and Marvin were at the port while Edward, Henrik, Yancy, and Illinois waited back at the Human Realm, prepared for any potential injuries. 

“How could you!?” Marvin’s voice rang out, cueing them that their distraction had begun. Demons can’t resist watching a good catfight and Marvin and Bing were great at improvising with each other while Chase and Google reacted. 

“Let’s go,” Mare growled and the four of them took off, leaping from their spots and heading straight for the ship, using the crates to help get them higher and higher into the air. 

Eventually, they made it on the ship, all of them slowly standing as they were greeted by a group of Demons, their scents telling them that they were low and middle-rank ones. Nothing that four high-ranks couldn’t handle. Especially when they were The Twins, The Glitch, and the Puppeteer. But, Demons could get cocky when the numbers appear in their favor. 

At the first sign of aggressive movement from the other Demons, Mare and Phantom lashed out first. Mare and Phantom rushed for a middle-rank together, Phantom, the faster of the two, went forward and around the middle-rank Demon. Phantom stopped himself and spun back around, leaping up with his hands held together and swung them up while Mare went low for the Demon’s legs. The middle-rank moved to duck and catch Mare but in a blink Mare and Phantom switched spots, making it so Phantom knocked his fists into the Demon’s chin, making him crack his teeth together and Mare tackled him from behind, sending him flying back and cracking the back of his head on the deck of the ship. Likely not dead, but the Demon was out. Mare and Phantom barely needed a second before going and pulling the same trick on another Demon and then mixing it up for a third. They were having a little much fun with this, knowing they didn’t need to play tricks, but they haven’t been able to in so long.

Anti, right after Mare and Phantom took off, rolled his head and cracked his neck, little sparks coming out of his hands with each little pop of bone. He let out a laugh and threw his hands forward, sending lightning towards two low-ranks, both of the Demons screaming out in pain. Anti cut the attack short and the low-ranks, knowing the danger, ran off the ship. Anti clicked his tongue in disappointment. He heard the heavy steps and had the scent of a middle-rank coming close from behind. Anti clenched his hand into a fist and twisted it, getting sparks to come from it and he quickly spun, swinging his fist and loving the feeling of slamming it right into the middle-rank’s jaw, watching them immediately fall from impact. 

“How I’ve missed this!” Anti said with a loud laugh. “JJ how are-” Anti didn’t bother finishing his question, finding JJ surrounded by five low-rank and a middle-rank, all of them curled up on the ground and crying, pleading for it to stop. 

“Where. Is. He.” JJ’s question rang out, the pitch would have been painful for Human ears. 

“Are you quite done?” A Demon asked from the door that lead to the inside of the ship. A quick scent check told them that he was a high-rank, but one without a nickname yet. A young one but old enough to be cocky. “Those Humans are yours are locked up with two middle-ranks, keep doing this and I’ll tell them to attack.” 

“Only two?” Phantom chuckled while Mare and Anti fully laughed and JJ smiled. 

“What?”

x~x~x

“Do you hear that?” One of the four middle-rank Demons the other.

“Please tell me I have the scents wrong.” A second one whimpered. 

“And you thought we were joking.” Dark chuckled. He, Wilford, Mad, and Jackie had their hands tied behind their backs and they were sat in a line along a wall. 

“You really thought we could fake Claim Marks?” Wilford let out a scoff. 

“Not even Mad’s that good.” Jackie laughed. 

“You fucked up.” Mad giggled and got to his feet, the middle-rank Demons taking a step back, unsure of what was going through the Human’s head. He had been silent till now. “You’ve also forgotten that we’re all Hunters.” Jackie, Dark, and Wilford were able to see Mad’s back and they saw how he managed to get his hands out of the ropes and he was now pulling out a rod from the back of his pants. “And we get just as pissed!” Mad flicked his hand and the rod suddenly grew in size, the top popping out to make the head of a large hammer. Mad grabbed the weapon with his other hand as well and swung, bashing it to the side of the Demon’s head. Mad jabbed the head of the hammer down into the ground, holding him up as he vaulted himself towards the other Demon, slamming both feet into his chest. Mad kept his hold on the hammer and when he landed he followed through his movement and slammed the hammer down right in the same place he had kicked, hearing the cracking of bones from that. “Stay down!” Mad snapped at the first Demon who had started to get up, going back around with his hammer and hitting the Demon on the other side of his head, ensuring he was down for the count. 

“When could you have done that?” Jackie asked, a bright and excited smile on his face. 

“Ten minutes.” Mad casually answered, having his hammer go back into rod form. “But I needed to wait for our Demons to show first before acting.” Mad went over to Jackie and helped him get the ropes off. Mad’s leaner body being an advantage in their situation.  

“I can see why Mare likes you.” Wilford chuckled while Mad worked on his ropes and Jackie was with Dark. 

“Let’s get out of here, I want to burn this ship down.” Mad walked away from Wilford and went into his front pocket, pulling out a box of matches. 

“Oh, he means literally.” Jackie blinked. 

“Let’s-” Dark was cut off by all four Human’s names being shouted at once. Mare, Phantom, Anti, and JJ rushed into the little room, going to the Humans and hugging them, their purrs loud and clear. 

“The fire might have to wait.” Wilford laughed, scooping up JJ into a bigger hug. 

“I mean, we should go and I can light-” Mad was stopped by Mare giving him a kiss. 

“Why is Mare covered in blood?” Jackie asked Phantom, who was happily nuzzling himself into Jackie’s neck. 

“Some dumb high-ranked called Mad a name and Mare tore him apart,” Phantom answered casually. 

“Perfect match,” Dark smirked to himself, running a hand through Anti’s hair and hearing his purrs get even louder. 

[iamfruitie]

In Too Deep Chapter 46

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Loving Aftercare

Mare woke first a few hours later. They had taken a nap after getting cleaned, and he felt a flutter in his chest at what he saw. Mad curled up on his chest, hand tucked under his chin, while the other loosely held Mare’s shoulder. Mare smiled as he ran a hand through Mad’s hair, trailing his fingers down the side of his face and neck and then tracing them against his claim mark. 

Maybe Mare could say ‘I love you’ without being an accidental confession. His claiming Mad as his mate was basically doing that without the words.

“Hm?” Mad hummed as he leaned into the touch, slowly waking with a squirm. 

“I’d say good morning, but it’s only six p.m.” Mare chuckled.

“Only six?” Mad tried to sit up and didn’t fight when Mare pulled him back down. “What time do we have to be back?” 

“Honestly, I have no idea.” Mare hummed and pressed several kisses to Mad’s head, still feeling the bubbling warmth the claim mark brought. He knew he would be extra cuddly and protective for a while longer, not that he was complaining. He’d happily lay here with Mad in his arms forever if he could. 

“We should get back to packing.” Mad attempted to sit up again but, like before, got pulled back down, and Mare rolled over so he was on top of Mad, trapping him between the mattress and his body. “Mare!” Mad said with a laugh and a wiggle, unable to move his arms freely. 

“You’re all mine now, no escape.” Mare chuckled, smiling as he nosed at Mad’s claim mark. 

“Being stuck with you sounds like heaven.” Mad tilted his head and felt a comforting warmth flow through him at the gentle touch on the claim mark. Marvin had mentioned that his claim mark felt like Chase’s love, meaning that what he felt right now was Mare’s love for him.

And it was one of the best feelings. 

“Who knew that the naive, adorable nerd I never even planned to have run into would become my mate.” Mare softly purred. 

“Who knew the horny vampire that broke into my lab would steal my heart.” Mad giggled as Mare lifted himself to look down at him. Mare smiled at Mad, taking his hand and holding Mad’s cheek, feeling his chest swelling with pride.

“I love you,” Mare whispered, watching Mad’s eyes widen. There was no shock, especially after getting claimed, but hearing it said outright like that was still so much. 

“Oh, Mare.” Mad used his now-freed hands to pull Mare down into a kiss. He slid a hand up and through Mare’s hair, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. His other hand went to Mare’s chest, gently squeezing. 

“Careful there, starlight, you’ll get me worked up, and I think you need a little more time to recover from what I’ve already done to you.” Mare chuckled against Mad’s lips. 

“Then you better be gentle.” Mad giggled and guided Mare back down into another kiss. Mare softly growled in approval, nipping Mad’s lower lip while rubbing his hips. 

“I think-” Mare’s tease stopped when the doorbell suddenly rang. “-that I’m going to kill whoever is at the door.” 

“Is that Dark?” Mad asked.

“He would have called before showing up, and if he did and I missed it, he’d be knocking on the bedroom door,” Mare said as he got out of the bed, fumbling around to find his pants and taking his phone out. “No call. It’s definitely not Dark.”

“I’d ask Hawk, but he’s not in service right now.” Mad started to get up, paused with a light hiss, and continued. 

“I can take care of it.” Mare offered, his instincts screaming at him to scoop Mad up and not let him move after seeing the pain in his face. 

“It’s going to be for me. I’ll be okay.” He flashed Mare a reassuring smile as he stood. There was an ache in his body, parts of him protesting him moving too soon. He’d be lying if he didn’t say some of the aches felt nice, a tender reminder of Mare on his body even when not touching him. But he’d also be lying if he said he didn’t want to lay back down and let Mare pamper him. 

“Let me at least help you get dressed.” Mare didn't give Mad a choice before he gathered his clothes and kissed every part of Mad's skin he could reach as he put the clothing on Mad. 

“I-” Mad paused when the doorbell rang again, and he saw the irritation on Mare's face. He took hold of Mare's hand and squeezed it. “Can I have a coffee?” 

“Right now?”

“Please? There's still a lot to do, and I need a pick-me-up.”

“But the door-”

“I'll call if I need you, I promise.” Mad squeezed Mare's hand again. 

“I won’t take long.” Mare was fighting against his instincts again, not even wanting to be a room away from Mad, but he used the other part of that same instinct that involved caring for him, so if Mad wanted a drink, he would get a drink. Hopefully, Mad didn’t become too aware of how wrapped around his finger Mare would be for a while. 

Mare kissed Mad one more time before getting himself dressed while Mad left to answer the door. He was in the kitchen in a blink and, having seen Mad make coffee so many times at the point, could make one for him without a second thought. Mare made himself one as well. He didn’t use as much creamer or syrups but did use some chocolate whipped cream out of curiosity. Mare also took a mental note that they needed to clean out the kitchen so the food didn’t spoil. Despite him having claimed Mad, he had a good feeling Dark would still insist on him moving into the house. 

He held one mug in each hand as he strolled down the hall and made his way for the front door. There hadn’t been any sound from Mad, so there was a chance it wasn’t anything too important. Maybe one of those people who went door-to-door to try to sell something, usually a scam, but Mad wasn’t one to get involved with things without doing endless research. It would be interesting to see Mad ruin someone’s day by making them feel dumb for trying to do that to him and-

Was that a vampire scent?

Mare crouched down to set the mugs on the floor before taking off in a sprint. He built up momentum as he ran, seeing Mad outside his door, looking annoyed while he spoke to two men. Al was at the screen door, pressing his paws to the clear part of it and meowing in protest. It was easy for Mare to pick out which one was the vampire, his scent sticking out like a sore thumb. 

“Mare!” Mad yelled in shock when Mare practically tore the door off as he ran out of the house and tackled one of the men. “Mare! Wait!” 

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Memory - Part 3

He shivers on the floor of his cell, curled in on himself, sobbing from the cold.

Frigid air burns down against him like a solstice curse, biting venomously at his bare flesh. He used to say he preferred winter to summer, preferred a nip of cold and deep breaths of clear air as you tug up your scarf and hurry off down the icy pavement to the melting, insufferable, inescapable heat of the summertime, but this?

Hellfire runs cold.

“You look a little frosty there, Oskar.”

Oh, joy. And someone to mock him, too, just to make his life a little more perfect.

“Fuck off,” he croaks, turning around to hide his face from Anti.

“You're having another one of your crybaby days, are you?”

He digs his nails into his shoulders. If he draws some blood out, maybe it will be warm. He can't feel his nose anymore.

“I'm having hypothermia,” Henrik corrects, tears washing down his frozen cheeks. “I will die if you leave me like this.”

“Wouldn't be the worst thing.”

Henrik gives a dry sob, huddling in so tight his head hits his knees, rocking his body against the floor. He needs something to think about, anything to keep his mind off this. Warm coffee the way Marvin makes it, Jameson resting his head between his shoulderblades when he's tired, Jackie's voice, zipping around town on Chase's bike in early August, a nephew and niece set on one thigh each, nice dinners with nice girls, Marvin's cats, his room, his bed, his house, his friends.

He wants to go home.

“How about a blanket?” offers Anti.

“Ha ha,” rasps Henrik, swallowing back a cough.

“I'm serious. Look. Here it is, a nice one!”

“Well, are you planning to give it to me? Huh?”

“Calm down, Franz, of course I am. It just comes at a cost, of course. I can't give you something for nothing.”

Henrik should know better than to look. But he does. And fuck, but it's a beautiful blanket.

Fleece. Storm blue. Big enough to keep a pair of Inuit warm in an icestorm.

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” he chants, covering his eyes. “You're mocking me, you're mocking me!”

Anti laughs, throwing the blanket over his shoulder. “You really don't expect anything from me anymore!”

“What? What do you want? Should I beg for you again? Do you get off on that? My other ear, would you like that? My hair, just to make sure I don't have anything at all to keep warm? Blood, you fucking vampire?”

Anti's smile is different today. His tongue flickers out over a twisted grin, one of his canines poking out to gnaw on his lip. His eyes flicker from side to side, assessing, assessing, impatient.

“Nothing so worthless as your little body today, my puppet. Don't you know I'm cold too? Just because I'm immortal doesn't mean I want to be uncomfortable. I will trade you this warmth for some of yours. Something to keep the heart cozy on lonely winter days like this one.”

Henrik's heartbeat rockets and he shoves himself farther away, scraping his back against the wall, gritting his teeth hard in his mouth.

“No,” he snarls, trembling so hard his muscles ache from it. “No, I hated that, having you take something from my head. I still don't know what I’ve up.”

“Pet, it wasn't something important. Just a couple little scenes. You picked them out yourself! And I'll let you pick this one too. Just something small, for a big, gorgeous blanket. For your life, really. I won't give you anything otherwise. And you will freeze, if you don't have it.” He beams with mismatched eyes.

“No,” whispers Henrik, turning away. Block him out. Ignore him. Think of sunlight drifting down through the window in their kitchen, making sure Jackie has enough sunscreen on his neck, his favorite sweater, the dog that lives across the street, Chase's chocolate pumpkin bread fresh out of the oven, a kiss, a hug, mittens and scarves, sleeping wrapped up in blankets on a grand Queen mattress...

“Don't ignore me, you stupid little bitch!” screams Anti, a glitch spasming through his voice and making it ring in a high-pitched whine. Henrik sobs and covers his bleeding ear, curling impossibly tighter. “I'll be back in an hour! And by then you'll be begging to hand over whole meals worth of memories for some fleece on your skin, mark my fucking words!”

Anti is gone.

Henrik is left alone with the cold, gnawing away at him like a toddler given a pig's rib to eat.

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His hair was warm beneath his fingers.

Henrik pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked up at the picture of the model on the counter in front of him, combing through the downy curls, wetting them straight with a little spray bottle which, before that day, had only ever been used to train Marvin's cats to stop scratching at the curtains. Jameson, eyes closed, relaxed, sat straight and still on his little stool, waiting for him to finish. Henrik snipped, snipped, snipped away at his hair, shorter and shorter, neater and neater.

The door pushed open across the house and he heard Marvin and Chase hollering from the cold, bringing a draft of freezing wind with them as they scampered across the doorstep. Jackie shouted a greeting and Henrik rolled his eyes as the three of them began a yelled conversation from two different sides of the house. Jamie only tittered in reply and Henrik patted his head, trying not to smile.

The heater kicked on and poured warm air down on their heads, ruffling Jameson's new haircut as Henrik finished double-checking the last few strands. He clapped a hand on his little brother's shoulder, humming to himself, and began wiping up stray pieces of brown and teal hair from the sink, leaving Jameson to consider himself in the mirror for a moment.

When he looked back up, Henrik found him smiling.

Something warm as fresh coffee rose up in Henrik's chest. Jameson grinned at him and brushed his hands through his shortened hair, pleased.

“It is very you,” said Henrik, drawing another smile out of him. “A little old-fashioned, but you pull it off.”

“Thanks to you,” answered Jameson's hands.

Henrik grinned and set his chin on top of his head, running his fingers over the side of Jameson's hair. His little brother reached up to find his hands and squeezed the fingers fondly, and for a moment, Henrik let himself rest there with him, soaking in his warmth.

“Th-that,” stammers Henrik, his hands reaching desperately through the frigid bars of his cage, scrabbling for the blanket. “Please. Take that for the blanket. He would not mind. He would not want for me to be frozen to death. Surely. Surely.”

“Sure, yeah, he wouldn't care.” Shaking with anticipation, Anti drops the blanket and leans down to grab Henrik's chin, tilting his head up towards him. His eyes are colder than the concrete, and entering into them is like his head had been put through the ice of a frozen river, but then the moment is gone, and so too is the memory of cutting Jameson's hair, and he is alone with his blanket and his shame, wondering what it was that he surrendered.

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Henrik is awoken two days later by cold iron slamming against the bars of his cage.

“What, what?” he cries, jolting awake and striking his head hard on the top bars. Whimpering, he sinks back in on himself, staring tearfully up at Anti as the pain rocks through his skull.

He expects him to be laughing.

He is not laughing.

Anti's eyes are those of a dog chained away from its meat for too long and his hands tremble minutely, clenching and unclenching around the carved handle of the iron knife. He swallows and glances around the cage, his eyes finally settling back on Henrik's again.

This is not the first time Anti has looked so wild Henrik does not call him human. Shrinking in on himself, Henrik closes his eyes and prays that whatever it is that Anti has devised to entertain himself tonight will not be so horrible.

No, wait – today, not tonight. There's a little light come in Henrik's window still.

“Why are you waking me up so early?” rasps Henrik, by now adjusted completely to his brother's nocturnality. “What's wrong?”

“Shut up,” snaps Anti, drawing away from the cage. “Shut up, just – just – I want more of that. That thing you gave me.”

“The... the memory? From the other day?”

“Yes, you brainless welp, what else could you possibly have to give me? I'm bored out of mind. I'm always – I'm always so bored, you don't understand, it's like nothing ever even – in my head, nothing hurts, nothing aches, nothing – I don't feel – ”

Anti trails off, snarling, tearing at his hair. He grips the knife too tight in his hand.

Henrik watches, picking at a scar on his wrist, trying to think. This is just another puzzle. He's good at puzzles. He can figure it out. Right now, his intuition is telling him the best solution is to keep quiet and let this unfold.

“Give me a memory, Klaus,” Anti entreats him, recovering himself a little, standing up with a coy smile meant to be warm, his voice dripping with sugar. “You'll be a good boy for master, won't you? You'll give your owner a memory like a good little creature.”

Henrik shivers and rubs at his shoulders, curling up in his blanket.

“C-can't give you something for nothing,” he croaks finally, pushing his shattered glasses up on his nose.

Anti lets out a sharp bark of laughter. His eyes are bright. He holds up a finger and then retreats into the hallway, his heavy footsteps stomping away, only to return moments later with his hands full.

Henrik straightens up so fast he nearly strikes his head again, his mouth falling slightly open. He stares between Anti and his reward, trying to figure out if this is a joke or not.

“Tasty, yes? Good for you! You must keep the scurvy away, pet. Yummy, sweet. Good to drink too. Mmh, lecker!”

Henrik's fingers reach out past the bars of his cage, barely skimming the scratchy string that binds together a bulk bag of blood oranges.

“Six whole pounds,” crows Anti, pressing them a little closer, letting Henrik smell the good sweet skin. “I knew you'd love it. When was the last time you had a treat like this? Or anything to eat but yams and canned corn, ha! Come on, so, darling, it's a deal?”

He licks at his lips. Henrik tries not to lick at his own.

“Throw in a couple jugs of water and some protein.” He holds his chin up. “And I'll give you what you want.”

A ripple of glitching runs through Anti's form and he drops the oranges to the ground, stalking off again and coming back with three whole liter-jugs of water and a can of – ugh, canned tuna. It'll have to do.

“Something like last time,” Anti demands, opening the cage door. “But – but – I don't know. Bitter. Everything you give me is so sweet.”

Henrik's mouth twitches grimly as he tugs the oranges towards himself, tearing into the skin with shaking hands and eyes blown wide with the strength of his hunger and craving. He wants to shove his hand inside the orange and lick the juice off like a wild thing, wants to tear the fruit out and fill his mouth until he fucking chokes, and if it kills him, then what a way to go!

No, no! Savor it, Henrik, savor it. Staring down at the little scrap of skin, he reaches slowly up, and places it into his mouth, chewing down on the almost empty, but ever-so-slightly sweet taste of the rind.

“Puppet,” growls Anti, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don't ignore me.”

“Sorry.” Henrik chews down faster on the rind, a cold smile sitting on his cracked lips. “You said something bitter?”

“Yes. Yes.”

He can give him that.

“Well, what did I give you last time?”

Anti shuffles, tilting his head side-to-side. “Well... the point is, I want something... personal. Personal. And I want – I want – ”

He shakes his head and hisses, drawing in close. His fingers curl around the bars of the cage.

“I want something with Jameson. Something personal with Jameson. Like that haircut... him smiling at you. Stroking his hair. Give that to me, but bitter.”

Henrik's blood seems to chill against his bones.

And then he is spitting out the orange rind, shoving the bag back at Anti, and his heart is pulsing to get out of his chest. Revulsion makes him choke and shame makes his vision blur, painful sobbing hiccups interrupting rapid breaths. Anti is shouting, pressing the oranges back towards him, grabbing at his hair and slamming him back against the wall of the cage, but Henrik isn't listening, not now, not anymore.

“You will never see anything of Jameson's friendship!” he shrieks, thrashing against the grip around his throat. “You will never see anything of what it is like to be loved by him! You are nothing! He abhors you! He despises you! He doesn't belong to you and you will never get your hands on him again! Not in reality, not in my head, not on your useless, horrible, god-awful pustule of an existence!”

Anti's anger is a hurricane, enough to lift cars, enough to lift houses, sweeping across whole cities, across whole lands, with a noise like the whipping of a thousand winds. “Don't you say that to me!” howls Anti, striking him, striking him, striking him until his face is one red and purple bruise, until bones poke out from his cheek and neither of his eyes can open. “Stupid fucking brat!”

“I never should have given you anything,” wheezes Henrik, clawing at his hands. “Own my body, huh? Call me your dog? Well, Antisepticeye. You can keep me in a cage all you want – ”

Anti strikes him across the head and makes him reel, but still he is speaking.

“You can beat me within an inch of my life – ”

Or perhaps farther, he almost believes, sucking in a desperate breath.

“But you will never own my mind.”

“Little monster.” The words drip from Anti's mouth like saliva from a lion's. His eyes are pools of pitch and his lips drawn back in a fang-toothed snarl. “Stupid little monster. You really think you can keep anything from me? I will suck every memory, every moment, every fucking feeling out of that little head of yours. I will take Chase, I will take Jameson, I will take Henrik himself. There is nothing – nothing – you can do to stop me. You will never be able to hold on. You will never be able to deny me. Weak, stupid, desperate, ugly little animal.”

“Go fuck yourself,” whispers Henrik, a smile on his relentless mouth. “I will never give you another memory again.”

For a second, Anti's fist draws back yet again, and Henrik braces for a hundredth blow, his mouth tightening in a grimace.

But it never falls.

Anti's voice, when he speaks, has lost most of its vitriol.

“You really are very stupid,” he says softly. “If you think that that is true.”

His weight disappears from Henrik's chest and legs and the door of the cage clicks locked again, leaving Henrik fuzzily clinging to consciousness and alone, without even an orange to comfort him.

“You'll shatter again soon enough,” Anti promises, drawing back. “Whatever happens, you always have days where I find you in so many pieces you would give anything to try and put yourself back together again. But it does not matter. I have other methods I can use, you know. Your brothers are getting sloppy hiding from me, puppet.”

Henrik drags himself back from the brink of darkness, awakened by the words.

“Wh-what?” his aching lips manage.

Anti's laugh titters through the burning light of the afternoon.

“One day, Albert. One day you will not be the only one down here in this basement.”

No. No. Anything but that. He wants to rage at Anti. To get up and swear to him that he will never lay a hand on a single one of his brothers and friends.

But he does not have the strength.

“My name,” he whispers, as the sound of footsteps drifts away. “Is Henrik.”

He faints clean away. When he dreams, it is of clocks and button-ups and soft, downy curls between his fingers.

[immabethehero]

Egotober #2

I made an Egotober story based on the prompt Stone! Thank @huffletrax for organizing event! Also thanks to @anneliis18​ for kind of inspiring it? IDK I saw your art and suddenly had to write. IDK if you want to be tagged though. I’ll untag if you don’t.

TWs: Nothing too big, but mild manipulation (mentioned) and death (though it’s a red card) This also deals with a bit of ego shipping, so if you’re uncomfortable maybe don’t read this then.

“Come on! I know a place where we can rest!” The young girl, no more than 18, drags the magician up the barren hill by the arm. Marvin the Magnificent, too shocked and disoriented to comprehend his surroundings and too exhausted to complain, follows her up the hill, where only one willow tree lays. Its leaves have disappeared, leaving only grey branches and small icicles. Underneath its limp, deadweight limbs stand three statues as grey and still as the wasteland around them.

All around the highest hill, the valley is nothing but rocky terrain on uneven grounds. Trees barren of leaves show their sharp branches off, as if hoping to scare the intruders away.

The girl kneels down on the floor and flips her book open. She quickly scans over the text. Everything is in place. Now for the spell to be cast.

She turns to the statues. They’re as lifeless as rock, but she knows there’s still life in them. Chase reaches out in mid-scream. Henrik glares, eyes fierce and hands curled into fists, refusing to show any fear as he was turned. Jameson’s eyes are closed, resigned to his fate.

She turns around and faces Marvin. The magician has crashed onto the ground, eyes threatening to droop. Despite his sleepy state, his posture is impeccable. Slowly, he blinks away his fatigue and looks around, taking in the valley for the first time. He turns and notices the statues for the first time. He tilts his head, confused, but says nothing.

The apprentice bites her tongue to keep from spilling the truth. She needs him to be as calm as possible. Jackie should appear soon. She just has to distract the magician until then.

Marvin hasn’t spoken the entire journey. In fact, he looks like he might faint any second. Despite his weak and disheveled appearance, he’s alert and awake.

“Where are we? This place looks haunted,” Marvin finally says. The valley looks familiar, but he’s given up trying to remember places. He needs to rest.

The last hour has been nothing but fear and uncertainty, and a whole lot of running. Running from the sorcerer who tried to force the magician to marry him, running from the angry mob who rushed to defend the sorcerer when Marvin left the altar, and transporting with the girl to get far away from human contact.

On any other day running from trouble, Marvin would sleep, but the valley is way too sketchy for him to rest. There are no leaves giving them shelter, so they could be spotted any moment! He needs to stay awake. The girl is here beside him. He can’t risk her getting hurt.

In the short time that he’s known her, he has grown fond of the girl down the street who promised that he would not marry the sorcerer. She kept her promise and now he is free. He owes her. He can’t risk losing her. Not after he lost Jackie and everyone else...

Marvin’s heart sinks. It felt like only yesterday he woke up in the hospital, shivering and starving, only to find out his family had apparently died by the hands of a mysterious stranger. He spent the entire day sobbing in bed, refusing to get up or eat. It wasn’t until the sorcerer had arrived to pick him up did he finally leave the bed.

The girl plops down beside Marvin, big brown eyes boring into him. She’s hiding something, he can tell by her too wide smile and the book in her lap.

“What are you smiling about?” he asks. The girl’s smile fades and she looks down awkwardly.

Marvin realizes how rude he sounded and shakes his head. “Sorry, that came out wrong.”

“No, it’s cool, I was probably starting to look like a creep, anyway,” the girl says. She falls silent.

Marvin closes his eyes again. A chilly breeze whisks by, making him shiver slightly. There is no sound but the wind. He hasn’t felt this peaceful in months. He begins to hum softly, letting his voice be carried off by the wind.

“Will you sing for me? Please?” The small voice awakes him from his trance. He opens his eyes and looks down at the girl.

“What?”

“Will you sing, please? I hear you have such the loveliest voice!” the girl pleads.

Marvin’s stomach sinks. How can he break it to her? “Those days are behind me. I haven’t sung in so long. The sorcerer… he made me sing for hours on end… it became a chore rather than an escape.”

The girl’s face falls. “Oh… okay. It- it was just a suggestion.” She turns away, hiding her book behind her back.

“But… he’s not here anymore. I don’t belong to him… He thought he could break me…” Marvin puts a fist over his chest. “But I won’t let him.” He stands up. “What do you want me to sing?”

The girl’s face lights up and she stands up as well. “Oh! Well.. anything! Maybe something fun and light-hearted! I’ve had enough sad ballads.”

Marvin laughs. “Alright then!” He takes a deep breath and warms up his vocals. Even though there’s no audience, he still wants to be prepared.

Behind him, the statues begin to vibrate and the tree begins to rustle. Tiny bits of rock and stone crumble and fall off. The apprentice gasps. Marvin startles at the sound.

“What was that?!”

“Don’t worry about it! It was just the tree!” the girl quickly says. “Keep going. Just ignore everything around you and sing!”

Marvin frowns at her insistence but turns back and continues warming up. The apprentice opens her book, heart thumping loudly. She was right! A wizard’s voice can break stone! Who knew?!

Behind her, Marvin takes a deep breath and sings. “You will be my wings… you will be my only love! You will take me far beyond the stars!”

The girl watches amazed as grass rises from the ground and icicles fall off the willow tree. Just how strong is this guy?! The statues shake again and more stone falls off.

“It’s working! Keep going!” she yells.

“What are you doing back there?!” Marvin demands.

“You’ll find out! Just sing! Please!” She is almost desperate. Marvin rolls his eyes.

“You will lift me high above! Everything we’re dreaming of will soon be ours!”

She squeals as the branches of the willow branch sprout leaves and flowers sprout from the ground. A large chunk of stone falls off Chase’s arm. The arm begins to move. She gasps in delight. Marvin sure has a lot of magic!

“Anything that we desire, anything at all… Everyday you’ll take me higher…” Marvin trails off.

“Why’d you stop?!”

“I… I’m tired and I just want to sleep. I’m far from home and I’m a mess and I don’t want to sing right now-”

“AND I’LL NEVER LET YOU FALL!!!!” The two whirl around to find Jackie underneath the tree. More icicles shatter.

“Jackie! Oh, Jackie, you’re alive!” Marvin runs over to the superhero, who grins in delight. He scoops Marvin up in his arms and twirls him around. Marvin buries his face in Jackie’s shoulder to hide his sobs.

“I missed you so much!” Jackie cries.

“They told me you were dead!” Marvin exclaims.

“They lied,” Jackie says simply. “I’m here now… You’re safe!”

Marvin laughs at last. It’s a lovely sound, one that hasn’t been heard in months. Jackie begins to sing again.

“I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss! And a man I’m hoping comes with this!”

“Pure and strong and waiting to complete my love song!” Marvin continues.

The flowers are in full bloom. The willow tree’s branches dance in the wind, pink blossom petals falling off and swirling around the two lovers. The girl grins and turns around. The statues crack and the stone falls off its prisoners. Chase, Henrik and Jameson gasp and stumble out of the rubble.

“GUYS!” the girl throws herself on Jameson, who laughs gleefully and hugs her back.

“You did it, I knew you would!” Chase cries, joining in the hug pile.

Marvin gasps and turns around. “Chase?! Jameson?! HENRIK?!”

“Marvin!” Henrik is the first to reach the magician. He hugs Marvin, only to get a small squeak in return.

“Marvin? You okay?” Henrik asks.

“How did- I thought…” Marvin mumbles.

“They told him we were dead. They weren’t completely wrong,” Jackie says, expression darkening. Marvin frowns.

“The sorcerer dude turned those three into stone and threw Jackie in the lake when he tried to escape!” the girl explains. “I saved Jackie and had him transported the statues here while I went to get you!” She opens her book to the marked page. “The book said a wizard’s voice could break stone, and since you’re half wizard, I figured it would work! And it did!”

She gestures to the three men, who gather around Marvin for a group hug.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t get to you in time…” Jameson signs. “We tried to fight him off, but-”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re all here, we’re together again,” Marvin says, gripping Jameson’s hand. Jameson squeezes back.

The girl bounces on her toes. Chase pulls her into the circle.

“It was just luck that she arrived, clever little thing! Disguised herself as a fly! Henrik told her to go after Jackie and where our statues would be after we turned. She went to get him then they came back to save us!”

“I put the statues in a safe spot, while the girl masqueraded as a wedding-helper until she could break you free,” Jackie says.

Marvin gently kisses her on the forehead. She blushes.

“Thank you. You’ve done so much for us.”

The girl nods. “Happy I could help! So… now what?”

“Let’s go home,” Henrik suggests. “We’ll have a little party to celebrate escaping that horrible place and to thank our new friend.”

Holding each other tightly, the egos and their friend transport home to their friends and family.

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[breakingsomething]

i love you, and thanks for all the fish

basic summary: chase makes a few bad decisions, then one good one.

trigger warnings: suicide attempt, suicide in general (no death or gore, it ends well), implied hospitalization

"chase. chase, listen to my voice."

henrik crouches down next to him, both hands up to show he doesn't mean any harm. nevertheless, chase flinches back, clutching the gun ever tighter, and henrik can't hold back his small gasp. he quickly regains his composure, however, and swallows back bile.

"please give me the gun, chase," henrik says softly, trying to keep his voice from shaking. chase shakes his head rapidly, great streams of tears flowing down his face. the hand that's not holding the gun is clamped over his mouth, and he doesn't say a word.

henrik has talked chase down from things like this before, but never at this scale. he's used to chase coming to his room crying because he's afraid he'll hurt himself if he's alone too long, or having to take a bottle or lighter away from him when he's gone too far. this is different. henrik can't take his eyes off the gun, so fucking real looking. he doesn't know where chase got it. he doesn't have the time to think.

"don't do this," he says firmly, blinking tears out his eyes. can't cry now, can't break down when chase needs him. "i know how hopeless it can feel. i've been in your position, chase. i understand. i -"

"how can you understand?" chase chokes out, moving his hand away from his mouth. he's bitten down on the skin, the marks clearly visible. "you're not me, just because you've felt s-suicidal doesn't change - i mean, you're stronger than i am, of course you'd be able to pull yourself out of it!"

henrik shakes his head, too afraid to make any other sudden moves. "chase, you don't - i didn't pull myself out of it. you hear me? i didn't."

chase's eyes widen further as he realizes, more tears spilling. "h-hen, hen, i -"

"listen, chase, it's ok," henrik sobbed, unable to stop his eyes welling over. "it's ok, because i survived and so will you. ok? ok? chase, we will both survive. do you hear?"

chase wails, and suddenly his arm snaps up next to his face, pressing the gun to the old scar on his head. henrik lets out an unwitting scream, his hands flying forward to grab chase's arm. "chase!"

"stop shouting, stop it!" chase sobs loudly, squeezing his eyes shut and rapidly shaking his head. "too much, too much -"

"ok, i got it - i'll be quieter, i'm sorry, i got scared." henrik forces himself to calm down despite how numb his fingers are from fear and how irregular his breathing is. "please, can you listen to me talk? or - or do you want to - just anything, chase, please."

chase is breathing too quickly to respond. his face is very red with panic and tears, and his body lurches with the force of his sobs. "please, hen, i just want to - i can't -" he lets out a high pitched whimper. "please -"

"no, no, and no," henrik says. his hands are back at the sides of his head, trembling. it doesn't help that the window is open and the shitty apartment chase is renting is freezing already. henrik wishes chase had just stayed with his brothers instead of leaving them. "let me tell you why you should listen to me, ok? please? i'm your brother, your best friend, listen to me, chase."

for a long, agonizing moment, chase doesn't reply. then he gives a very small nod, lowering the gun just slightly, just very slightly. henrik practically sobs with relief, then realizes he's going to have to choose his next words very carefully.

"chase," he starts, trembling badly but managing to keep his voice steady. "you are one of the strongest fucking people i know. do you know that? it may sound dumb to you, but sometimes i look at you and i'm in awe. you've - you've survived so much fucking bullshit." henrik laughs unwittingly, sounding slightly hysterical. "every day up til now you've survived, even the days you really, really didn't want to. even the days you've tried not to survive. and no, before you start, and i can see that look on your face - that does not make you weak. chase brody, you are a remarkable man."

"oh, p-please, i'm the most normal, in the loosest sense of the word, out of all of us," chase scoffs, but his hand is lowering. henrik's heart is hammering in his chest, making his head pound.

"that changes nothing," he says calmly. he very slowly begins to lower his hands to chase's arms, keeping eye contact so he'd know if chase suddenly couldn't take it. "i never knew i had any sort of magic. that didn't make me any less strong." he takes a deep, shuddering breath. "and i am strong, chase. i know i am. it's - you have to be, to survive in a world like this."

he finally rests a hand on chase's shoulder. chase flinches and henrik quickly lifts his hand off, but when he brings it down again, chase doesn't object.

"everything is wrong," chase sobs. "marvin's losing his goddamn mind, jackie's falling apart, and you - i - how are you so calm through all this? how are you always so in control?"

henrik can't hold back a laugh. "because i hide how i feel, chase, because i'm a fucking hypocritical bastard! because i convinced myself that it was a weakness to show emotion, even though i tell you the opposite - i know i need to get better at that. i know, and i will. i will, ok?" he takes a shuddering breath, and runs his hand down chase's shoulder lightly, comfortingly. the gun has entirely left chase's head, and is now lingering in his hand, hanging in the space between them. not close enough for henrik to grab it. keep talking, keep talking.

"chase, we have both lived through the darkest days of our lives," henrik says. "but we both have lives to live. you have your kids, stacy, your channel, us." in a movement of desperation, he places his hand on chase's. henrik's fingers brush against the cold metal of the gun, and he shivers. "you're not even thirty yet. you've got a lot left to do. you're - you're chase brody. chase brody, the youtuber, the friend, the father, the brother -"

"not the husband," chase mumbles, eyes shining.

"no," henrik murmurs. his fingers wrap around the handle, and chase's lip trembles. "but you don't have to be a husband to be worth something."

"i'm scared to let go," chase sobs. his grip tightens on the gun, and henrik inhales sharply, trying not to squeeze chase's hand in case he scares him. "scared to - are you gonna tell marvin and jackie?" he gasps loudly. "no, don't tell them, they'll be so disappointed -"

"listen!" henrik leans in close to chase, making sure he can't move his arm. "we love you. we will never be disappointed in you. you are not alone in this. we are supporting marvin right now, are we not? are you disappointed in him?"

"no - i - marvin has reason to be upset," chase stammers. "anti fucked his mind up for a year, he -"

"he's been hurt and so have you," henrik says softly. the wooden flooding is beginning to hurt his knees, and he can imagine chase feels the same. he licks his lips, which are suddenly painfully dry. "i'm not gonna compare your pain, and i'm not gonna list the things that have happened to you that "validate" how you're feeling because you don't need that. mental illness - chase, from the childhood i remember, i grew up with depression. i was from a rich and rather loving family. i did well in school, i had a few friends. and we both know that doesn't make my depression less real. am i correct?"

chase nods, shaking. "i'm sorry," he mumbles. "i don't know if this is right."

henrik smiles softly. "you won't regret it," he says. "chase, one day you'll look back on this and be glad you stayed alive. i swear it, ok? i know, because i think the same thing every time i make you laugh or smile with a dumb joke you weren't expecting me to make, or when jackie's eyes light up before he starts rambling, or even when marvin rolls his eyes after being proven wrong but he can't keep a straight face so he ends up laughing. little things like that." he meets chase's eyes again. "yeah?"

chase's grip loosens on the gun. he drops it into henrik's hands, and henrik gasps with relief.

"yeah," chase sobs, and he throws his arms around his brother, the two of them falling over fully onto their sides on the floor. henrik buries his face in chase's neck, dissolving into full blown tears as his little brother clings to him, the both of them holding the other like a lifeline.

"oh, oh, oh mein gott, oh mein gott," henrik gasps, practically melting into chase with how tight his hold on him is. "i love you so much, i love you, please don't ever leave me -"

"i won't, i'm here!" chase laughs through his sobs. henrik kisses his hair, tears dripping onto his brother's head. the adrenaline is still racing through his body, making him shake.

"chase, i'm - i'm going to call a hospital, ok?" he feels chase stiffen in his arms, and he rubs his back, soothing him. "you're gonna be ok, you're gonna be ok, i won't let anything happen to you."

"promise," chase sniffled.

"i promise. i love you, kleiner bruder." he runs a hand through chase's loose hair. "what is it that marvin and jackie say? that cheesy bullshit? forever and ever -"

"- and a day," chase finishes. he half laughs, half sobs as he leans against his brother for support. "like a fucking john green book."

henrik giggles, rocking himself gently to try and lessen the panic. "yes, a bit," he says. "just like that. cheesy assholes. maybe we ought to come up with something like that."

"pfft. like what?" chase loosens himself from henrik slightly, pressing their foreheads together. "are we going for more cheesy or less?"

"either or," henrik says. chase opens his eyes, looking at henrik and smiling despite everything.

"ok, how about - "i love you, and - and thanks for all the fish?"" chase laughs, scrubbing at his face. henrik rolls his eyes, but still grins.

"you're such a fucking nerd," henrik grins. then his smile fades slightly. "i'm gonna call the hospital now, bruder. ok?"

chase hesitates, but he nods, blonde curls falling into his eyes. "stay with me?" he asks.

henrik sighs with relief. "of course," he murmurs. "i wouldn't leave you. not for - not for forever and a day, or until all the dolphins leave earth and appear in the universe's many other probabilities."

"and i'm the nerd," chase says with a small, nervous smile as henrik sits up and pulls his phone from his pocket "hen?"

"yeah?" henrik says, still holding one of chase's hands. chase sniffles, grabbing him with both hands.

"don't let go of me," he says.

henrik blinks more tears away. "i won't," he promises. "never again."