#maximum effort collab series

[iluvsumbucky]

I thought this was perfect to reblog today since it is Friday the 13th. I love this & reading it again had me laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. This was so funny, it was priceless!! Deadpool is right on the money!! The rest of my comments are under the break because they’re long & so I don’t spoil anything!

Her opinion is right, Saturday is the best day of the week. I mean who wouldn’t want to spend their Saturday morning the way she does, in her Pj’s on the couch with of the most sugary ridiculous cereal she could find & when you find out that it was Bucky’s cereal she took it gets even better, especially when he gets up & he shuffles to the couch in his gray sweats, bare chested & steals her third bowl asking,  “Did you eat all my cereal?!” & then she cuddles with him , oh yeah Saturdays would be my favorite day of the week! I wonder what her plans for Friday night were before Sam & her hear  “You were supposed to leave! What the hell are you doing here Wade?!” And what Wade says I’m sure has them shocked &/or confused or both, “Bucky Bear, listen, I had no choice. NONE! The fate of the entire horror movie franchise is as delicate as our boys down under and I messed it up, I tugged too hard and broke it.” I’m smiling at Wade calling Bucky, Bucky Bear & the gesture Wade makes & Bucky’s reaction to it has me snickering, especially when Wade says,  “I never took you as someone who liked their balls played with Bucky. We can get out of here later and-” & Bucky says, “Fuck off Wade-” It’s a good thing for Bucky that she interrupts them because Bucky Wade will take you up on that, he will feel that Bucky’s flirting with him & Wade will fall in lust so fast Bucky’s head will spin! But when she asks, “Wade, focus, what the hell are you talking about?” &  Wade says, “I messed up… and I need your help to fix it.”  I know that they are trying to think of what he could have done but they will never be able to guess this.

What gets said next, their conversation has me going from smiling, giggling & laughing so hard I’ve got tears in my eyes to me sighing, shaking my head & saying in disbelief, Wade WTF!!! How, Why, Oh My!!!  I can imagine the looks on their faces when Wade tells them where he went,  “Crystal Lake.” (My eyes widened, WHAT?) & why,   “I- uh- went for a souvenir. And ruined it all.” (I’m thinking Wade seriously, you aren’t kidding, this isn’t a joke, oh boy!!!)  I can imagine the look on Sam’s face as he realizes what Wade is telling them & I know that Sam & her are in a bit of shock & I agree with them as they say, “You went Friday the Thirteenth with Jason Voorhees? What in the world possessed you to do that?”  “Is that even possible? There is a universe with Jason Voorhees?”  “And you went on Friday the 13th. Oh my god Wade, you are just asking for this to happen.” Then again we are talking about Wade, when does he think before he acts, ummmm never, so we should really be surprised that he does something as crazy as this. But what Bucky says has me cracking up, “Of course this red dildo fuck comes back to us, it was too good a day. That girl at the coffee shop gave me her number, I got an excellent review, my therapist said I was making progress. It was bound to happen.”  (the red dildo fuck comment is too funny, but the rest has me saying poor Bucky Bear, having such a good day & Wade ,Red Dildo Fuck, Wilson has to go mess with Jason & possibly screw up the horror movie franchise universe.) The fact that Bucky has no clue about Jason, Friday the Thirteenth & Crystal Lake stuff has me laughing again!

Is anyone surprised that Wade is a superfan of Horror movies along with Marvel & of course Buckeroo is his favorite , even though I’m sure Bucky wishes that wasn’t so. When Bucky flips him off, I wonder if he knows that in Wade’s mind Bucky is flirting with him & Wade is falling more in lust with him. If Bucky isn’t careful Wade is going to take him up on what he considers an offer. When Wade unzips his knacksack I’m hoping he didn’t do what I think he did, oh Wade tell me that you didn’t take Jason’s machete or hockey mask & all I can do is shake my head as Wade says,  “… I love horror too. So I thought it would be cool to get the uhh… hockey mask for my collection. I got it, right here!” But then you find out that Wade didn’t stop with that, No, he messed with other movies & took things from them too. Oh boy, this might be worse than I thought. I did have to smile at Bucky’s reaction to the mask & I’m thinking oh Bucky, you sweet, innocent man, you have no idea what you are about to be getting into.

As their conversation goes on, I’m not at all surprised that Wade went to all of the Friday the Thirteenth’s but Jason Goes To Hell & what Bucky & Sam say has me laughing,   “Oh cause going to hell would really be crossing the line, right? You’re doomed, You’re all doomed if you go with this craziness.”  “Look what you did to him. Bucky ain’t ever gonna shut up.” “No, I’m not going to shut up Sam.” “What part of the big three are we categorizing this into? Aliens, Wizards or Robots?” But Bucky did ask a good question, which category does this fall into, Sam ? And I have a feeling that by the end of this somebody is going to have a headache if they don’t already, maybe they all will. I agree with what she tells Wade, he has to return everything he took & no Wade no matter what you think those things are not your treasures! They weren’t yours to take! She makes a good point about the necklace, that it’s cursed. I’m not sure I would want to take the chance after what happened to Jack, would you? Bucky’s reaction to,  “Sex can get you killed there? Shit that sucks.” makes me giggle, but I’m sure that I’m not the only one that agrees with him. But we don’t make the rules, in the movies it's almost guaranteed to be a disaster. 

When Wade mentions the movie Cabin In The Woods I’m snickering as it’s said, “Y’all never seen Cabin In The Woods? Oh, we have to, it’s got the world’s best blonde himbo in it.” Yes it definitely has a great blonde himbo in it & yes he is missing his long luscious locks. And I’m sure at this point Sam, Bucky & her are about ready to pull out their hair as they are trying to keep Wade on track & get him to return everything. She’s right as she says,  “I can see why, it’s ALL got to be returned Wade, no if’s and’s or but’s. It’s not just Jason missing his mask, it’s all this other crucial stuff too.” & I snorted when Sam tries to bribe Wade. I’m not surprised that Wade tries to get the shield & then Bucky’s arm. But if Wade had gotten Bucky’s arm, I think he would need to be worried, he would have a very angry raccoon after him, I mean Rocket basically called dibs on it. When Bucky tells Wade,  “Try it and I will stab you in the head.” & Wade replies, “I get terribly horny whenever that happens. I’m already crushing on you, Bucky Boo Bear. Ask Chrome Dome back in my verse, I was so ready to take his steel cock right up the…” it makes me snicker, Bucky Wade thinks you are flirting with him, to him violence is a form of love. I have no doubt that they are relieved that Wade didn’t finish his comment that she cut him off & I have a feeling that by the end of this our poor Bucky Bear won’t ever be the same, that Wade will have scarred him for life! I’m sure that Bucky can’t wait for them to get this stuff back where it belongs & hopefully to get rid of Wade.

I can’t help snickering & smiling when they arrive in the alternate universe & Wade’s squeezing Bucky saying, “You don’t weigh too much for me Boo Bear.” & I laugh as Bucky tells him,  “Get off!” I like the way she thinks, she has a plan, ita straightforward & simple plan,  “We get the mask back to Jason so he can go on his rampage of terror and restore order back to the Friday the Thirteenth verse.”  but do things ever go that easy, especially if Wade is involved & the answer is no as Wade says,  “I have a confession.” & I’m thinking the same thing she asks, “It wasn’t just the mask.” & I’m hoping that Wade didn’t take Jason’s machete, no Wade not the machete! I don’t blame Sam & Bucky for giving Wade that look, as Bucky asks,  “What else Wade?” & he says,  “The machete.” I’m sighing & shaking my head, OMG, Wade!!! The mask was bad enough, but you had to take his favorite weapon & I’m not sure whether I want to smack him upside the head or myself. But I agree with Sam when he says,  “I don’t even want to know where you stashed that in your suit. Yep I don’t even want to know where he had that hid, nope. And when it’s said,  “Jason has no mask and no weapon. Seriously Wade?” I’m wondering how it is affecting Jason & this world?

I’m thinking that Jason is still able to do what he needs to do when they hear the screams, that he’s able to go after & kill the campers, but what they see has me saying WTF!!!! OMG!!! Jason is trying to beat a camper with a rubber chicken, Wade really, that is what you replaced his machete with, tsk, tsk! My eyes widened as a girl threw a stick at him like it was a spear & Jason swung it over his head & started to chase the girl & I’m snickering as she says,   “YOU GAVE HIM A RUBBER CHICKEN WADE?!” And then what Bucky says, “That girl is gonna get beat with a rubber chicken.”  “He’s basically on top of her. She can’t hide; no place to hide.” & does as he starts to runs after them to try to rescue the girl, is so sweet, it has me smiling & saying Awww! I mean how often are you going to hear that comment! And I agree with her as she tells Bucky,   “He isn’t going to kill her, look.” But when the campers aren’t afraid of Jason & start to chase him, I start to feel bad for him. Wow, not often you are going to say that, right? You can see how much of a mess Wade has made by taking Jason’s mask & machete. Sam’s right as he says, “They are not scared of him.” & I didn’t think that it would happen that I would kind of agree with Wade but it does as he says, “And that’s the issue, Jason doesn’t go on a murdering rampage, no one is scared of him. Back in your verse, a whole generation doesn’t grow up watching Friday the Thirteenth. The day loses all meaning and there is an overabundance of rubber chicken murders that happen, it’s a whole thing, it isn’t pretty. A whole lot of chickens stuffed where they shouldn’t go.” not that I needed to have that visual. Yep, Sam & her are right, they need to get Jason’s things back to him & do it quickly & I’m looking forward to seeing Sam & Bucky distract the campers & hopefully Wade & her will be able to get Jason back on track without Wade messing anything else up!

It is a sweet moment when Wade holds his arms out to Jason & embraces him, I do feel a bit bad for the big guy as he shivers & shakes. And I have to smile as Wade holds his hand out to him & they go for a walk & Wade talks to him,  “Those kids, they sure were mean to you, huh buddy?” (when Wade pats him on the back, I’m wincing & cringing at the noise it made, yeah don’t want to think about that, nope.) “My friend here, well she has some presents for you. I think we should trade back right? I mean, what’s this rubber chicken gonna do?” (I did get a little nervous when Wade snatched the chicken from him, but  thankfully he’s able to get Jason’s interest where it belongs.)  “No buddy, we got something better.” And when she tells him,  “You remember Jason?”  “You needed them, to avenge your mom.”  & he says,  “Mo-om-my?” & she goes on, “Yeah Buddy, those campers were awful mean to her.” I’m thinking that they have his attention. But when Sam & Bucky come running down the path being chased by the angry campers, I start laughing, OMG!!! Two Avengers being chased by a bunch of horny campers is too funny, especially as they skidded down the hill & Sam says,  “Get Mommy-issues stabby stabby back in gear Y/N!” I’m holler you go girl with what she does next, she’s definitely braver than I am as she goes up to Jason snapping his hockey mask on his face & sticking the machete in his hand shoving him saying,  “Listen to me you big stupid horror movie cliche, you got one job, kill the campers. Ya hear? They murdered your mom. Go get ‘em big boy!” That’s our girl, woohoo!!! As Jason lunges forward chasing the campers & Wade does a victory dance & a cheer, “Jason, Jason, He’s our man, if he can’t kill ya, no one can, GOOOOO JASON!” I’m grinning & laughing so hard, I’ve got tears in my eyes!

I have no doubt that Bucky is done with the whole situation as he says,  “Get us out of here!” & I don’t blame them for shouting, ‘NO!’ when Wade asks, ,  “You guys want to help me return anything else?” Once they get back to the common room & she asks,  “What the hell even happened with the campers?” & Sam says, “Mr. Fashion Sense over here started dissing their clothing style.”  & Bucky pipes in,  “Well, it wasn’t practical for camping, Sam. Someone had to say it.” I crack up, Really Bucky, OMG!!!! Then I’m laughing even more as Wade continues to flirt with Bucky,   “Oh Bucky, you have impeccable fashion sense.”  & Bucky asks,  “How long are we stuck with him?”

After what they went through I was a bit surprised that they would watch a horror movie & I don’t blame Sam as he says,  “What movie are we doing? Please, not Friday the Thirteenth, I honestly don’t think I can handle that without thinking about Wade.” I’m sure that the three of them have had enough of Jason & Friday the Thirteenth for quite a while. I’m giggling when she says,   “No, I promised Wade we would watch Cabin In The Woods.” & I can understand why Bucky asks,  “Do you guys really trust him for cinema taste?” & her reply,  “Well imagine the sleepover he will insist on when he comes back and figures out we didn’t watch his movie.” has me giggling even more. I have no doubt that the possibility of a sleepover with Wade is enough of  a Threat that they would watch almost any movie to prevent it. I was not surprised that Wade walked in with a giant unicorn & what he says,  “Yes, imagine indeed. Make room for Big Red!” has me laughing. But when Wade starts to say, “Ooh, so buttery, warm and salty. Just how I imagined Buc-” I laugh so hard I’m wheezing & I know that Bucky was relieved that Sam says, “Wade shut it, the movies started.” I’m excited for their reactions to the movie & when Wade says, “Here he comes, oooh, here he comes.” I’m almost holding my breath as he appears on the screen. What gets said,  “Is-”     “That-”    “Thor?”  has me grinning & what Wade says,   “Yes, big blonde himbo, who else would I be talking about?” has me laughing again. The last bit between Wade & Bucky,  “He is so cute here, but don’t worry Buckaroo. You are still my favorite.”   “Stop calling me Buckaroo!” has me grinning from ear to ear!!! This was fantastic!! It was so funny!! I loved it!!!

When You Are A Superfan...

Summary- 3.1k Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Wade Wilson x You. It's Friday, which leads to Saturday, the best day of the week. It can't get better than that. Wade though is bound to prove you wrong by crashing in unexpectedly. He has a serious dilemma on his hands and needs the Super Duper Trio to help him out. Warnings- Swears and Wade really trying to hook up with Bucky. Written for @jtargaryen18 Friday The 13th Flash Fiction Challenge. Prompts Dialogue is italiazed, the rest scattered throughout the fic. This takes place after This Is Still Marvel, Right?

Masterlist

It was Friday, which in your opinion was the day before the best day of the week. Tomorrow was Saturday, Sam actually gave training a rest on Saturdays.

You get to spend the morning in your sleep tank and shorts on the couch with a bowl of the most sugary ridiculous cereal you could find in the communal kitchen.

Layers of sugary cinnamon swirl through your milk while you stuff your face with the golden crispy goodness of cinnamon toast crunch.

It was a delicacy, which Bucky was bound to bitch about you stealing from him when he finally gets out of bed mid-morning. Hair tousled on top of his head, grey sweats and bare chested as he shuffled to the couch to steal your third bowl. “Did you eat all my cereal?!”

“Just half.” You would cuddle up to your grumpy friend while he finished it off.

So yes you preferred Saturdays, but while you laid on the mat in the gym, having just finished sparring with Sam, the whole Friday evening didn't sound bad either now that this was over.

Sam with his hands to his hips looked down at you while you were groaning. “Come on, it wasn't that bad.”

“Says you, Wilson.” You glare up at him as he nudged at your thigh with the tip of his shoe. “You sure they didn’t inject you with that serum?” You held your hand up for him to grasp, his palm grasping yours and with a pull, he was picking you up off the ground.

“You know they didn't.”

You were ready to call bullshit on that. He lifted you off the ground like you were some kind of toothpick.

The two of you were just about to hit the locker rooms to shower and change when a booming voice came from the hallway. “You were supposed to leave! What the hell are you doing here Wade?!” Bucky’s tone splintered in anger and disbelief. You and Sam both passed a surprised look before bolting to where the commotion was.

“Bucky Bear, listen, I had no choice. NONE! The fate of the entire horror movie franchise is as delicate as our boys down under and I messed it up, I tugged too hard and broke it.” He cupped his hands like he was cupping a pair of balls, his fingers wiggling like he was giving a tickle. Bucky flinched a bit at the motion, color rising in his cheeks. It made Wade coo seeing Bucky, the white eyes of his mask narrowing while he snorted. “I never took you as someone who liked their balls played with Bucky. We can get out of here later and-”

“Fuck off Wade-”

You cut Bucky off. “Wade, focus, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I messed up… and I need your help to fix it.” He dropped his hands.

“You went somewhere you weren't supposed to.” You waved your hands to have him continue.

“Crystal Lake.” Wade confirmed. “I- uh- went for a souvenir. And ruined it all.”

Crystal Lake, that was familiar. Your brain racked for what it could be when Sam piped up next to you.

“You went Friday the Thirteenth with Jason Voorhees? What in the world possessed you to do that?”

“Is that even possible? There is a universe with Jason Voorhees?” Your jaw dropped a bit. “And you went on Friday the 13th. Oh my god Wade, you are just asking for this to happen.”

Bucky next to you just kept shaking his head in disbelief, muttering under his breath. “Of course this red dildo fuck comes back to us, it was too good a day. That girl at the coffee shop gave me her number, I got an excellent review, my therapist said I was making progress. It was bound to happen.” He lifts his head and takes a deeper inhale to calm down while you are still trying to wrap your mind around what Wade was saying. “What is Crystal Lake, What is Friday the Thirteenth and who is Jason Voorhees?”

Wade shrugged. “I’m a super fan, okay. Just like I love me some Marvel, Buckaroo you are still my favorite…” Bucky flipped Wade off right here. “... I love horror too. So I thought it would be cool to get the uhh… hockey mask for my collection. I got it, right here!” He swung a knapsack off his shoulder and unzipped it.

He started to dig through it, dumping out random things you recognized from other films. You shifted through the pile while Wade gave a “Ta-da!” of victory and tossed the mask to Bucky who caught it with a curious look.

“This is what the fuss is all about? A hockey mask? Kind of lame if you ask me.”

“Most horror movies are lame Bucky.” Sam pointed out. “Basically this guy Jason ends up being killed in Crystal Lake and he comes back with his machete and hockey mask, killing the camp goers. Unless Wade went to the very beginning, then it's his ma.”

“Well, I did start there…”

“You went to all of them, Man?” Sam folded his arms over his chest and Wade had the audacity to look a bit sheepish.

“All but Jason Goes To Hell.”

Bucky snorts out with a roll of his eyes. “Oh cause going to hell would really be crossing the line, right? You're doomed, You're all doomed if you go with this craziness.”

“Look what you did to him. Bucky ain't ever gonna shut up.” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, the looks of a headache starting.

“No, I'm not going to shut up Sam.” Bucky was building up more. “What part of the big three are we categorizing this into? Aliens, Wizards or Robots?”

“Wade, you have to return all of this.” You sighed while glancing up at him, picking up a paper boat with SS George printed on the side and glaring up at him. The other two quieted once you started talking.

“But, these are my treasures.”

“Wade!” You picked up what looked like the hope diamond. “You can’t keep any of this, it's asking for trouble. Look, this one is basically cursed!”

“Is not! That wasn't even a horror movie!”

“Sure it was, Jack and Rose had sex then he dies. It’s got a death curse.” You dropped the necklace back on the pile. Sam was looking through the pile when he unfolded a tapestry, shaking it out.

“Sex can get you killed there? Shit that sucks.” Bucky went wide-eyed and you shrugged.

“In movies, it's guaranteed to be a disaster of some kind. I don’t make the rules.”

“Where did this come from?” Sam asked while unfolding it to show a unicorn and Wade reached over snatching it.

“A movie called Cabin In The Woods.”

You and Sam shrug, Bucky is now just beyond lost and waiting for any of it to make sense.

“Y’all never seen Cabin In The Woods? Oh, we have to, it's got the world's best blonde himbo in it.” Wade started going off, if it was at all possible, he would have been giving heart eyes at it. “Course he’s missing the long luscious hair.” He sighed sadly and delicately folded it back together. “Not that any of it matters, because I ruined the horror movie verse.”

You huff with your hands falling out to your sides, looking at all the stuff piled at your feet. “I can see why, it's ALL got to be returned Wade, no if’s and’s or but’s. It’s not just Jason missing his mask, it's all this other crucial stuff too.”

Wade sulked a bit and Sam clapped him on his shoulder with a chuckle. “How about we let you take something from here?”

Wade perked up a bit at that. “The shield?”

“No…”

“Winter Soldier Arm?” Wade asked as he admired Bucky's arm and Bucky scowled at him.

“Try it and I will stab you in the head.”

“You probably shouldn't do that.” Wade made a circle with his finger and shoved his pointer finger through it. “I get terribly horny whenever that happens. I’m already crushing on you, Bucky Boo Bear. Ask Chrome Dome back in my verse, I was so ready to take his steel cock right up the...”

“We will think of something Wade.” You stop him from finishing his sentence while stuffing the last of the stuff back in his knapsack and hand it to him, keeping out Jason’s mask. “Let’s just return all this stuff, shall we?”

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Wade's device to get to alternate universes was fairly easy, much easier than the bullshit they had to deal with jumping quantum realms with Dr.Pym’s technology. “Damn where was that when we were collecting the stones? So much easier.” You questioned while brushing yourself off after the four of you landed in a heap in the woods.

“Easier?” Sam grunted while pushing to a stand after pushing Bucky off him. “Christ man, you weigh a ton.”

Bucky landed against Wade who suddenly wrapped his arms around him with a squeeze. “You don't weigh too much for me Boo Bear.”

“Get off!” Bucky pushed himself from Wade's hold, pushing up to a stand as well. “So what's the plan, do we have a plan?”

“Of course we got a plan.” You take the mask and stuff it in the small of your back. “We get the mask back to Jason so he can go on his rampage of terror and restore order back to the Friday the Thirteenth verse.”

“I have a confession.” Wade made them all pause and he rubbed the back of his head. “It wasn’t just the mask.”

You groaned and Sam hung his head in defeat. Bucky glared at the merc. “What else Wade?”

“The machete.” He took it out from his suit, Sam tilting his head.

“I don't even want to know where you stashed that in your suit.

Wade gave a laugh and snorted. “You really don't.”

“Jason has no mask and no weapon. Seriously Wade?”

He whispered loudly. “Superfan. X-Force, roll out.”

All four of you start marching towards where the lake shimmered through the tree with the reflection of the moon. Screams were soon picked up, assuming it was the campers being attacked. “That's gotta be Jason now.” Breaking out in a jog, all four of you break the treeline to see Jason standing on a dock outstretched over the lake, in his hands a rubber chicken kept coming down with a loud squawk on some poor camper.

You stuttered to a stop, watching the scene unfold before you. The camper he was beating with the rubber chicken rolled off the dock and started swimming away, another girl went rushing on the dock, holding a stick like it was a spear, and chucked it at Jason.

The weapon bounced off his chest with a clatter and he howled, grotesque face twisting in rage as he swung his rubber chicken over his head and started to chase after the girl. “YOU GAVE HIM A RUBBER CHICKEN WADE?!”

Wade burst out laughing, holding his sides. “Oh god, I can’t handle it. It’s too good, ya know! A- haha- rubber- haaaa.” Unable to finish his sentence, he pried his mask up to wipe the tears streaming from his eyes.

“That girl is gonna get beat with a rubber chicken.” Bucky put on a burst of speed to go help her when you called his name to stop him. “He’s basically on top of her. She can’t hide; no place to hide.”

“Buck don’t…” You jogged forward and grasped his arm. “He isn’t going to kill her, look.” You pointed and sure enough, a bunch of other campers started chasing Jason, who was screaming and running away, clutching his rubber chicken.

Sam reached them with Wade not far behind, watching it unfold. “They are not scared of him.” Sam breathed out in a rush and Wade nodded.

“And that’s the issue, Jason doesn't go on a murdering rampage, no one is scared of him. Back in your verse, a whole generation doesn’t grow up watching Friday the Thirteenth. The day loses all meaning and there is an overabundance of rubber chicken murders that happen, it's a whole thing, it isn't pretty. A whole lot of chickens stuffed where they shouldn’t go.”

“We gotta get him back his stuff.” You state while grabbing the mask.

“Yup and quick too, cause this is turning into a joke now.” Sam said while Bucky next to him snarked.

“As if it wasn’t already, what are we doing?”

“Simple, you and Sam distract the campers, Wade and I will get Jason back on track.”

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It wasn't hard to draw Jason into the woods once the campers were drawn away. Wade held out his arms like he was going in for a hug, embracing a scared and shivering Jason.

“Come on buddy, me and you, let's go for a walk.”

You hid just out of sight, watching this unfold.

“Those kids, they sure were mean to you, huh buddy?”

Jason gave a grunt and a nod, Wade patting him on his back that made a sickening squelching noise. You winced, thinking about how he had spent all that time underwater, rotting basically.

“My friend here, well she has some presents for you. I think we should trade back right? I mean, what's this rubber chicken gonna do?” Wade plucked the chicken right out of Jason’s hands, which the horror character made a grunt and reached to grab it back.

“No buddy, we got something better.” Wade giggled while you stepped out, holding up a hockey mask and machete. Jason immediately seemed to take interest.

“You remember Jason?” You asked cautiously while taking a step forward. “You needed them, to avenge your mom.”

“Mo-om-my?” Jason grunted out, his eyes going downcast and Wade once more patted his back sympathetically.

“Yeah Buddy, those campers were awful mean to her.”

A crash from far off and the sound of Bucky yelling your name made you give Wade a speed-up motion with your hands, looking over Wade’s shoulder to see Bucky and Sam bolting down the path, behind them a bunch of angry campers chasing after them.

“Get Mommy-issues stabby stabby back in gear Y/N!” Sam shouted as the two men started skidding down a hill, trying to control themselves.

You were out of time and you guys couldn't do much here without affecting another verse’s timeline. You stride to Jason, sticking the machete in his hand and snapping the hockey mask on his face.

“Listen to me you big stupid horror movie cliche, you got one job, kill the campers. Ya hear? They murdered your mom. Go get ‘em big boy!” You shoved Jason around and pointed at the campers shouting down at the group.

Jason seemed to not get it, but then his hand clasped tightly around the machete handle and he lunged forward to chase after the campers, passing by Sam and Bucky as they bolted past as fast as they could.

Wade was cheering and doing a victory dance in the middle of the forest. “Jason, Jason, He’s our man, if he can’t kill ya, no one can, GOOOOO JASON!” There was a roar as Jason crested the hill and then he disappeared from sight. Sam and Bucky reached them just as screams started behind him, both men hunched over, hands braced on thighs trying to catch their breaths.

“Get us out of here!” Bucky demanded. Wade flicked his wrist to activate the time-traveling device, tapping on it.

“You guys want to help me return anything else?” He asked hopefully. All three of you shouted ‘NO!’ and then the world spun, spitting you four back out into the common room from before.

Laying out on the floor, when you got your senses back, you tilted your head towards Sam and Bucky near you.

“What the hell even happened with the campers?”

Sam pushed himself to sit up, rubbing the back of his head that must have thumped on the floor. “Mr. Fashion Sense over here started dissing their clothing style.”

“Well, it wasn't practical for camping, Sam. Someone had to say it.” Bucky snapped and you just groaned while trying to stand up. Wade was sitting cross-legged nearby, his chin resting on his palm as he watched the three of you.

“Oh Bucky, you have impeccable fashion sense.” Wade shared. Bucky sputtered as he pulled himself up.

“How long are we stuck with him?”

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You carried the bowl of popcorn to the couch and claimed your spot in the middle, Sam curling up in the corner and Bucky in the other. You were the designated snack person keeping the big giant bowl in your lap.

“What movie are we doing? Please, not Friday the Thirteenth, I honestly don't think I can handle that without thinking about Wade.” Sam pleaded and you shook your head, pulling up the movies.

“No, I promised Wade we would watch Cabin In The Woods.”

“Do you guys really trust him for cinema taste?” Bucky asked curiously while reaching for a handful and tossing pieces up to catch them.

“Well imagine the sleepover he will insist on when he comes back and figures out we didn't watch his movie.” You are about to hit play when Wade strode into the room, hugging a giant unicorn to his chest.

“Yes, imagine indeed. Make room for Big Red!” He pushed his way to the couch, wedging himself down on the floor in front of the couch. Reaching behind him to grab a handful of popcorn, his other hand rolling up his mask. “Ooh, so buttery, warm and salty. Just how I imagined Buc-”

“Wade shut it, the movies started.” Sam nudged him with his foot while Bucky sunk down in the couch, his hand covering his eyes while grumbling.

Soon the movie caught everyone's attention and you noticed Wade kept fidgeting at your feet, whispering. “Here he comes, oooh, here he comes.”

You focus on the screen and then a big blonde man dressed like a teenager walks onto the screen. His hair was cropped short, and he wasn't dressed in Asgardian armor. But there was no denying who it was when he started speaking.

Sam started leaning closer to the screen. “Is-”

You dropped the next word. “That-”

And Bucky certainly wasn't going to be left out. “Thor?”

Wade started nodding and waving his hands to shut you all up. “Yes, big blonde himbo, who else would I be talking about?”

You could only shrug and Wade sighed, turning back towards the movie. “He is so cute here, but don't worry Buckaroo. You are still my favorite.”

“Stop calling me Buckaroo!”

[straighttohellbuddy]

how the light gets in {Corpse Husband}

2. you’ve gone way too fast for way too long.

Summary: Supernatural Creatures AU. Them/Them Reader. After the success of your first stream, you find yourself wanting to get back to your YouTube roots, and what better way to do that than with a cover by one of the bands who holds a special place in your heart? And maybe you’re using it to distract yourself from thinking about how coming back to YouTube means coming back to the things - the people - you’d left behind. 

Maybe it’s selfish, but Corpse kind of wishes you hadn’t come back to YouTube; honestly, if anyone else had taken the world by storm, he wouldn’t complain half as much, except it’s you and he’s still mostly convinced that you might be an angel like him... Except better. Because of course you would be a better angel, you’re talented and driven and personable and essentially everything an angel should be, and - bar the talented bit, Corpse at least knows some of his worth - you’re everything he’s pretty sure he’s not. Except it seems like everyone loves you, and he doesn’t exactly have a good enough reason to be bothered by you the way he is, so he has to act like he isn’t. Which is a lot easier said than done, when you barely say a word to him and it feels like all of his suspicions are confirmed. 

A/N: 8471 words. Reader in the fic is stated to be 24. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SUPERNATURAL THE TV SERIES. me, trying to walk the line between 3rd person omniscient narrator and trying to make the narration feel like its somewhat coming from the POV character?? it’s more likely than you think! as always, i really appreciate feedback.

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The day after your song drops, it’s on Spotify’s Top 50 Viral playlist, it’s charting on iTunes, it’s splattered across the internet, according to your manager, who sees fit to text you, congratulating you on what she assumed to be a masterful marketing tactic; releasing the song and immediately streaming alongside huge YouTube creators who have a wide and diverse fanbase, all plugging your music. She thinks it was a carefully calculated move, which makes you feel all kinds of scummy, like you were using your new friends. Thankfully, when you fire a somewhat defensive response about how you had no ulterior motive, that all you wanted to do was have fun and make friends, your tone apparently reads loud and clear, as you receive an apology a few moments later. Backtracking, she simply mentions that, even unintentionally, you had great timing, and she’s glad you had a good time, which is better, and you try not to dwell on your initial assumption. Years of your life had been spent worrying that the people you were close to just thought you were using them for views or fame; her words did little to quell that worry, so instead you tried to distract yourself, or at the very least, focus on the good that yesterday had brought about.

The best, of course, was Sykkuno, the hellhound who’d endeared himself to you almost immediately. Something about him makes you feel safe, though perhaps it’s that you’re unused to someone feeling so familiar; you like to think you’re a good judge of character, so for now, you’re trusting in your instincts, trusting in Sykkuno. The next best thing was a tie, between friends and freedom. Yesterday you’d been doing what you wanted to do, not what you thought you should be doing, not what was on brand, or carefully scripted; you were messy, stumbled over your words, and you laughed and deceived your friends as was the aim of the game, it was so freeing to be unfiltered. People kept saying it was nice to see you smile, to hear you laugh again. Huh. Part of you really doesn’t like that you know exactly what they mean, and more importantly, why people are saying that at all. But things are different now, are freer now; your brand was built on you, it’s nice to get back to that.

By mid-morning, you’d been sprawled out on your sofa for almost an hour, glad to be alone, to not have to worry about being seen, as you’ve phased your tail back into reality, and have it holding up your phone as you scroll through Twitter with one hand and fidget idly with the other. More and more you’re seeing supportive comments from people gushing about the few bars you’d sung of 5 Seconds of Summer’s Youngblood on stream yesterday. First your chat had loved it, now it seems the general consensus was that people would love for you to cover more than a few bars. While you tried not to listen too much to what other people wanted, you couldn’t help but admit that it was something you definitely wanted too.    

When you text your manager, new idea already taking hold of your focus, your earlier unsavoury text conversation seemingly forgotten, your manager reminds you that you should be working on your new album, putting together the tracklist for your EP. Ugh. 

It’s not that you didn’t have ideas, quite the opposite; you’re exploding with ideas, brimming, overflowing with them, for songs you wants to write and feelings you can’t express any other way, but the songs and collaborations you’ve already completed, their mp4 files sitting neatly on your desktop, you wanted to save them for the full album, like it was some sort of penance for getting to collaborate, getting to become friends with people you looked up to, people who inspired you. To you, their contribution was worthy of your full album. 

Well, that was part of the reason, the other part was that the songs you had designated for the album had a different vibe to your EP songs; albumtouralbumtour and imposter syndrome had both been written in lockdown, about very specific concerns you were having at the time. The EP was shaping up to capture a very specific moment in time, while the album was so much more than that. You couldn’t put read at five am on the EP, the collaboration you’d done with Troye, a lyrical-lament with a dissonant, upbeat melody, an apology for when you’re the one who cuts off contact with someone you’re close to and don’t know how to say why, and don’t know how to come back; yes, the fact that you and Ethan are talking again means that the song is technically relevant to this period of time, but it’s three years of regret and indirect apology compressed into in three minutes. It’s going on the album. 

But being stuck at home all day for months had made you all nostalgic for your roots, for when you’d started uploading all the way back in 2012, at 16, with no idea what a few videos would lead to. You missed covering songs you loved, the songs other people had written and that you had still connected with, the songs that made you want to write your own. Yes, you loved your own content, obviously, but from idea to video publishing, you knew a low-effort cover would take you maximum a day and a half if you were particularly inspired, which you clearly were. By now, you’d been doing this for so long that you knew the legality of it all like the back of your hand, and were in a stable enough place to be more than happy to pay royalties to the band you’d co-headlined alongside for your first international tour.

“What if I call the boys and ask them?” You decided to just call your manager directly, tail curled securely around your phone where you’d put her on speaker, pottering around your kitchen trying to find something to eat. Alison, on the other end of the line, sighed deeply, having been fielding these sorts of calls from you about once a fortnight since lockdown had started.

“Have you finished moment before impact yet?” She countered, and you wrinkle your nose; its as if she can hear the expression through the phone with the way she continues on, not giving you a moment to cut in, “listen, I won’t tell you what to do, but you need to make a decision about your EP tracklist soon, okay? The label’s breathing down my neck, you know you have more than enough songs for it.”

“Alison, the vibes -”

“The vibes, Y/N, I know,” she sighed deeply, but you could hear the faintest smile in her voice.

“I promise I’m working on my own stuff; I think moment before impact is gonna be a collab, but I’m not sure who with yet, but if it makes you happy, once I record this 5SOS thing, I’ll work on a demo of moment for the EP,” you concede, and you hear her hum in approval, “I promise I have all the songs in my head, I just gotta make sense of which ones are the right ones for now, you know?”

“I really don’t,” you could hear her actually smiling now, so you let yourself relax for a moment, hands braced on your kitchen counter as you looked to your phone, “but I suppose that’s why you’re the musical one and I’m the manager.”

“My favourite manager,” you told her sweetly, and her answering laugh is more of a snort. 

"Call the band, maybe they can work something out for you regarding royalties, if you plan to monetise it," she suggested, and you hummed, "keep me updated, okay? Make sure you're still working on your own stuff though."

"Alison you're a national treasure," you tell her feelingly; you don't even have to see her to know she's rolling her eyes.

But you take her advice, sending 'what if I covered Youngblood and posted it to YT? I'll pay you royalties' to the mostly dormant WhatsApp group you have with 5 Seconds of Summer, despite it being about six in the morning in Australia. Callum sends back a thumbs up almost immediately. Its all the confirmation you need to get started.

As you’re hunting through your house for a pick, turning over cushions, looking through junk drawers, you hear your phone go off, and you take a moment to check, surprised by what you see. A message from Sean. Huh.

[I see you’ve finally decided to join us in the gaming community, took you long enough 😊 If you ever wanna play something, just gimme a yell, you know Id be glad to have ya on my team.]

Considering the fact that it had been three years since you and Sean had properly been in contact, you find the message both surprising, and strangely heartwarming. There were a few people you’d purposefully fallen out of contact with, plagued by your own fears and self doubts. The people who you’d seen in person almost daily were the ones who you’d felt the absence of the most, but Sean, just by his close association with those people, along with a few other international friends, had been regretfully left behind also. Here and now, you can feel just how much you’ve missed him, how guilty you feel for giving in to your own anxieties and the negativity spewed by others. 

But you know you can’t dwell on the past, on your mistakes, all you can do is be grateful for the opportunity to reconnect, and take it.

[ID: A tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter and @goldeny/n, followed by a single tweet by @ZeRoyalViking, and a tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter, and @5SOS.

@yourtwitter: someone yell at me for doing another cover instead of my original stuff. quarantine got me feeling 17 again. might do the cinnamon challenge next. or finally do that Roast Yourself trend 4 years too late. | @golden_y/n: BRUH YOU BEST NOT BE PULLING OUR LEGS | @golden_y/n: I would empty my bank account to see you roast yourself. | @yourtwitter: Please Don't Do That YouTube Is Free | @golden_y/n: 😳💀💖

@ZeRoyalViking: stream today with some familiar and not so familiar faces!!

@yourtwitter posted an image of Griffin McElroy from the My Brother My Brother & Me TV show. Griffin is a Caucasian man wearing glasses and a blue checked shirt. He is visible from the chest up and is sitting behind a desk with one arm in front of him, with his thumb out, as if counting. The image’s subtitles have been edited, now reading ‘My friends are very much into the following: Bullying me on TikTok.’ | @yourtwitter: @luke5SOS is just mad im gonna sing his song better than him. he doesn’t use twitter anymore so i have the upper hand here. | @5SOS replies with a gif of Jason Momoa, who is incredibly muscular, with dark hair down to his shoulders, a black tank top, and sunglasses on, holding a microphone, standing in a confrontational manner, captioned ‘No, no, no. By all means, speak your mind. You got a problem with my boy?’ | @yourtwitter: HE WENT LIVE UNPROMPTED TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT HOW I WROTE NOTIMETOSLEEP IN THREE DAYS WITH NO ACTUAL SLEEP, OPENED FOR THEM IN ARIZONA, AND IMMEDIATELY PASSED OUT FOR 16 HOURS AFTER WALKING OFF STAGE | @5SOS: we just miss you tho... and it is kind of funny. | @yourtwitter: the minute im allowed to safely leave lockdown im coming to australia to german supplex the lot of you. ❤️

End ID.]

Corpse’s whole ‘not thinking about you’ plan goes down a lot smoother when you’re not actively stealing his friends- what kind of Angel goes around stealing another person - another Angel’s, no less - friends?! Except, right, he doesn't actually have proof that you're an angel, just a hunch he’s apparently committed to... and, okay, you don't know you're stealing them... Sykkuno and Rae are allowed to have more than one friend. Obviously.

"Honestly, I'm still kind of riding the high from yesterday's stream," Sykkuno’s all kinds of elated in the voice chat, and Rae's quick to chime in, matching his tone, his energy, as she agrees.

"I cannot believe Y/N played with us! I’m sorry you missed it, Corpse, I think you'd love them," Rae is adamant, to which Corpse, from behind the safety of his monitor, makes a face.

"What makes you say that?” Even as he says it, as he tries to keep the negativity from his voice, his nose wrinkles, the expression shifting his eyepatch just a little.

“I don’t know, just something about...” Rae’s voice turns thoughtful as she considers, though Sykkuno takes the chance to pipe up, voice brimming with his trademark sincerity.

“You guys have weirdly similar vibes, like kind of a similar energy?” He tries to explain before a faintly embarrassed laugh escaping him, even with Rae humming in agreement, “not the exact same, obviously, but like, I don’t know, I think you’d really like them.” The problem with having Sykkuno for a friend is that he’s almost always trying to be genuinely kind or helpful. The problem is that Corpse can tell he believes what he’s saying. 

An angelic ability that often goes overlooked, even by angels themselves, is the innate ability to tell whether or not someone’s lying. It’s like a faint buzzing, low grade tinnitus, at the sound of a lie, something that can actually be pretty effectively ignored and forgotten, but right now, the lack of buzzing with Sykkuno’s words is frankly irritating. Not that Corpse can say that, he has no real reason to be jealous of your fast forming friendships with his friends, well, not any reason he can admit to on stream.

"You know what,” Sean muses, finally joining the conversation, “It’s been a while since I properly spoke to them, but I totally get what you mean,” fucking great; of course he agrees, “did anyone invite them to play; would love to have them here if they’re up for it.” 

"I think they're working on a thing today, but I can message and ask?" It’s Sykkuno who speaks up, the barest hesitation in his voice, and to that Rae makes a proud little noise in the back of her throat. 

"You met yesterday on the stream that I organised, and suddenly you're all best buddies? Gonna be honest, I’m a little jealous,” she admits, to which Sykkuno huffs a soft laugh, uncertain of what to say, though Rae’s tone is fond and she continues on, “seriously though, good for you, dude, finally getting the recognition you deserve -"

And on the one hand, yes, Corpse would agree that Sykkuno deserved infinitely more recognition and praise than he currently received, but on the other, the speed at which you two had aparently become close - a day! It had been a day! - sets Corpse’s teeth on edge. It was all he could do to keep quiet as the others chimed in, all their sentiments mirroring Rae’s.

All this frustration and resentment was almost definitely unhealthy, he was more than aware, but something about you had fixed in his mind; if it had been anyone else, anyone less talented or personable or productive, he could have probably handled it, but you...

All he gets is two games worth of peace before Sykkuno announces that he’s gotten a reply. Aparently you’re in the middle of recording a cover. Something about knowing that fills Corpse with discomfort, with envy, like he should be working on his music instead of being here. 

"But they say they're gonna take a break in an hour or say, so they might join us for a few games," Sykkuno’s tone betrayed his bright smile, and suddenly the voice chat was flooded with excitement from almost all in attendance. 

"Wait, really? Just like that, we'll be playing with Y/N?" Leslie sounds disbelievingly hopeful, but thankfully it’s only a few moments until the next game beings. While none of the others had picked up on Corpse’s silence, his chat seemed confused. Purposefully ignoring their questions and comments on the matter, he instead gives a few comments on the game, trying to come off lighter than he was feeling. 

He’s not quite sure what he’s going to do if you join the stream, he’d never actually considered that he might one day talk to you, have to confront the person whose very existence got under his skin, who might very well be the only other person like him on this side of the world. Unsurprisingly, his head’s not in the game.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?” Rae feels the need to ask when whatever response he’d given in a meeting had just come out as an incoherent mumble. Of course he straight up laughs at her question, which is answer enough, and she clicks her tongue disapprovingly, “you’re impossible.”

“Have you drunk any water today -?”

“Sykkuno you’re dead,” Sean interrupts Sykkuno, who had broken one of the main rules of the game simply to question Corpse about his health; he’s far too caring for his own good, but moments like this make for good entertainment, “dead people can’t talk,” Corpse is grateful for all of five seconds before Sean turns on him, reiterating Sykkuno’s question like a traitor; “Corpse, have you drunk water today?” In lieu of a proper response, Corpse groans, playing at being annoyed.

“I say we vote him out because if he is the imposter, we win, and if he isn’t, he has time to go drink a glass of water,” Rae proposes matter-of-factly, which just leaves Corpse spluttering with disbelief.

“That’s fucking stupid; I’m not the imposter, you’re basically throwing the game -” but the votes are already popping up, and unfortunately, for the first time all stream, everyone seems to be in agreement.

“Drink water, Corpse,” Rae, clearly the leader of this mutiny, orders, as Corpse watches his character get flung into lava, and very begrudgingly heeds her words. He takes his sweet time drinking a full glass of water and refilling it to take back with him, intermittently glaring from his kitchen at his computer, despite the game still going on; he’s got several tasks left, if they don’t catch the imposters, they’re doomed, and honestly he doesn’t care. Once the game ends, with the crewmates’ loss, as he’d suspected, they all find themselves back in the lobby. Maybe they’re waiting for him. They can wait longer.

As he settles himself back into his office chair, he pulls on his headphones in time to hear -

“- earlier than I thought because of a whole thing on TikTok and then Twitter, and then my manager texted me telling me-” It’s like he’s turned twenty again at the sound of your voice; you, bright, earnest, rambling to probably Sykkuno or Sean or Rae, probably not even aware of him, but he’s never been more aware of you. Not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but your second EP, hyperfocus, had been in heavy rotation on his Spotify since he’d discovered it, since he’d listened to the crack in your voice, the exhaustion with which you spoke on i’m going through some stuff when Lofi had just been taking off as a genre. He’s... conflicted, going through an internal crisis while you keep talking, blissfully unaware, “- anyways, I think she’s just worried that I’ll end up threatening to German Supplex Harry Styles, or the late, great, Prince, and I’ll end up cancelled.”

“Y/N,” your name sounds equal parts amused and concerned as Sykkuno says it, with the air of someone who’s been privy to you and your antics far longer than just one day. The response you give is just as bright and cheery as your rambling had been, assuring him that you wouldn’t threaten to German Supplex Prince.

“You sure about that?” Sean was obviously grinning, judging by his fond tone, “sounds like something you’d try -”

“I’ve changed, Jack- Sean- fuck,” your muttered swear undercuts your attempt at earnestness after you correct yourself, clearly not used to calling him by his actual name. To that, Sean gives a fond chuckle, before going right back to ribbing you.

“I’m pretty sure there’s still video evidence of you trying to square up with Mark in person,” Sean points out, to which you grow huffy and defensive, playing up your frustration. 

“Well, that was for a completely reasonable reason!”

“Which was?”

“I thought it would be funny,” tone flipping completely, the words come out so sincere and bright it’s almost tooth rotting; if he didn’t know any better, Corpse would probably find himself being endeared by it, “and it was! Plus,” though here you give pause, and something about the tone of the conversation shifts as you chew on the words you’d almost said without thinking, “it was funny,” you said, softer this time. Sean, sensing the shift, does his best to pick the mood back up, reminding you that both you and Mark lost the competition you’d been taking part in anyways, and asking if you really had changed.

Before you had time to answer, however, Rae spots Corpse’s avatar moving ever so slightly, and immediately jumps on him.

“Corpse! Did you drink water?” She asks. He unmutes so they can all hear his deep, beleaguered sigh. “I can and will bully you into taking care of yourself,” her heart’s in the right place, and it is mostly a bit, so he can’t be too put out by the fact that she cares.

“I can’t believe you all voted me out because of it,” he chooses to respond instead, and Rae’s cackle echoes through the voice call.

“She also was the imposter, so...” Ze trailed off, a little sheepishly, to which Corpse rolled his eyes, not that anyone can see. Of course she was. But he’s not even given a moments before -

“You must be Corpse!” The moment the words leave your lips, every single goddamn nerve in Corpse’s body feels like it’s alight; everything overwhelming, unfamiliar,. white-hot, he’s suddenly desperately trying to keep his various abilities in check, since he really doesn’t want to short out his whole system, end the stream early, and probably cause his building to go into a blackout, just because of whatever this is. The whole world has changed with four words; better and worse and more more than anything. It’s... it’s a confirmation of some kind, and he tries to hold onto that vindictive feeling in his chest. You are familiar, you are something he recognises like no-one else he’s ever met before; you are like him. Is it better or worse now he knows it’s the truth?

“Must I be?” He manages to respond, keeping his voice as level as he’s able, shooting for vaguely amused and trying not to let any of the past few seconds sudden overwhelming panic and triumph bleed into his voice. But the moment you hear him, there’s a sharp gasp; that same something, understanding, recognition he’d felt, you feel it too.

“Y/N, you okay?” Ze had asked, and you made a vaguely muffled noise of unconvincing confirmation. Out of sheer, idle curiosity, Corpse opened a new tab and searched up your YouTube channel where you were streaming.

“Maybe we should have warned ya’,” Sean offers with a light laugh, before lowering his voice, immitating and announcer as best as he could, “warning! Corpse is about to speak!” Which at the very least got Corpse to laugh, though he refused to give anything away as your stream loaded, and the banter continued in his ears.

“Har har,” you muttered sarcastically into the voice chat, right as the stream finished loading, and - you. Well dressed, face in your hands, heels of your palms pressed against your closed eyes; honestly, he doesn’t exactly have any prominent initial thoughts about you, watching you scrunch your face up in your hands, dealing with the same thing he had to, though your face was live to thousands. Beside you, the text chat for your stream was going almost too fast to read, but he managed to follow a few threads of thought here and there.

[an eye thing! they’ve got an eye thing!] [someone @ y/n_creature_spec on twt!!] [who has an eye thing??] [lmao love that they were so shocked hearing corpse that it set off their eye thing] [hello!! vampire here!! we have eye things!!] [u cant be a vampire it’s the middle of the day] [THERE ARE COUNTRIES OTHER THAN AMERICA YOU KNOW] [i am willing to put MONEY on the idea of them being fae of some kind.] [^^yeah they just didnt want us to see their eyes sparkling like an anime character.] [that feels like smthn corpse could bring out in people]

And then you’re blinking back to reality, bringing him from his thoughts as for one terrifying moment, it’s as if his gaze locks with yours. Expression so bright and inviting, despite the way your eyes were watering just a little, you hold eye contact with your camera for a moment before looking at your screen, mumbling something about an eyelash in your eye; Corpse lets out a shaky breath. Chat seems unconvinced, but at least the other streams take you on your word. For a few more moments, he quietly watches you, watches the way your eyes roam your screen as you order your thoughts, and for all that he’s thought of you, he’s never properly looked at you. It’s taken him until now to acknowledge that there was definitely a reason for your success beyond just your talent; certainly you could have become successful from your music alone, but your career certainly wasn’t hindered by the fact that you’re actually quite- suddenly, Corpse is overcome by the sense that he’s intruding, exiting out of the window immediately, even going so far as to push back from his desk, fingers spread wide, braced against the edge, trying not to think too hard about... any of it. If he thought too hard about what it meant to have another angel in LA, he would drive himself mad.

“Well, Corpse, it’s good to meet ya, been told great things,” to him and him alone it’s so clear you’re trying so hard to play it cool, though Corpse couldn’t fault you for that, doing the exact same thing; again, when you speak to him, it’s like his whole being is hit with a rush of warmth; it’s less overwhelming this time, somehow scalding but bearable now.

“I see Sykkuno’s been spreading lies about me,” Corpse fires off instinctually, to which Sykkuno splutters protests at the implication, despite your bright laughter, and Sean’s shout to the contrary.

“Don’t be mean, Corpse, Sykkuno would never lie about you,” Sean is adamant, and Corpse can tell he’s being honest, just as the tell-tale ringing in his ears knows the next words from Sean’s mouth are utter lies; “me on the other hand? Y/N whatever you do, do not listen to Corpse’s music, it’s just the worst.” Before the implication, the reality of what he’s saying sinks in, for just a moment, Corpse feels a rush of affection for Sean, so clearly and earnestly plugging his music, right before your voice re-joins the chat and Corpse remembers exactly who Sean is plugging his music to.

“Fuck you, J- Sean, I do what I want,” while you played along, amused and light, Corpse himself was at a loss for words. You ask him - him specifically, he knows, he knows with absolute certainty you’re asking him - if he’s a musician, and everyone else chimes in before he can even think about finding his voice.

“Don’t search him on Spotify! Don’t do it!” Sean, on the verge of laughter, seems delighted by the turn this conversation has taken as the sound of aggressive typing fills the chat from your end. What the fuck. What the fuck?! No matter his thoughts and opinions about you and your possible supernatural origins, you were still Y/N, literal Grammy winner and Golden Child from the Golden Age of YouTube, playing along as Sean used the world’s worst reverse psychology on you to get you to listen to his music. Oh fuck, this is not how today was meant to go.

“I don’t wanna hold up the game, I’ll listen as I play,” you tell them, almost painfully polite, though Ze agrees to start the next game. If Corpse’s mind wasn’t in the game before, there’s no way in hell it was now.

Three minutes into the first round and he’s failing miserably at card swipe when he chances a look at his chat; people were spamming lyrics from Miss YOU! and Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life! which was sweet but nerve wracking, since he’s pretty sure it means you’ve already listened to one and moved on to the next. If you’re an angel, and you know he’s an angel, what in the hell would you think of his music? Honestly, even if you weren’t an angel, you’re still you, and his music was... well...

When the first meeting is called, and it’s discovered that you’ve been murdered, there’s a strange sense of relief that comes with it, even as he’s being accused of your murder. He’s got a solid alibi, so they end up voting out Sean, and the game continues. Despite the brief reprieve from your possible judgement, his heart still feels as though it’s skittering erratically around his ribcage. 

Rae comes along when he’s doing Simon Says, and shoots his little avatar. The moment he becomes a ghost, he lets out a long breath, giving himself a moment to relax, to collect his thoughts, catching back up with some questions with chat  he hadn’t quite realised he’d been holding, and chances a look at his chat again.

“Of course I’m tense,” he finds himself musing quietly to his chat while the remaining players were arguing over the top of each other in a meeting, “pretty sure most of hyperfocus has been in my Spotify wrapped every year since it was released,” for a few moments, it doesn’t even occur to him what he’s said, or that he’s said it out loud, but when it hits him- oh, oh no, it feels like too much to admit, and he has no idea what to say next, how to backtrack, how to at least pretend like he doesn’t think about you or your music any more than any other person would. However much he may resent certain aspects of it, he still knows he has a reputation to uphold, and panic and denial have never been a part of his reputation.

So he keeps his mouth shut, bites down on the half-hearted excuses and explanations that keep springing to mind, keep pressing against his teeth. He does his tasks quietly, thanks the people donating, and pretend it never happened until the round ends, heart in his throat. He knows, the same way a human survivor in a zombie apocalypse movie knows, that he’s just putting off the inevitable, and that someone’s definitely already clipped it and is probably uploading it to Twitter or Tumblr faster than he could protest.

“Y/N I’m so sorry!” Sean’s the first one to talk when they’re back in the lobby, which leads to your laughter filling the voice chat, telling him it’s okay.

“I didn’t even care, honestly I was just vibing,” the smile in your voice is almost enough to distract from the strained edge to your words, something not quite right, but so faint Corpse isn’t sure if it was really there, and he’s not quite sure anyone else heard it either. Except -

“Y/N?” Sykkuno says your name like it means something that no-one but you and him can decipher, something concerned, almost a question, checking in without being too obvious. 

“Yeah?” There’s that strained tone, just a little more audible this time, before you process who’s talking, how he’d said your name, and - “yeah,” firmer, calmer, a reassurance. 

“Vibing?” And he says it like that was his question all along, like the two of you hadn’t had a full conversation in three words. When the others started asking about what you thought of the music, it’s clear none of them have picked up on the hint of strangeness that had been in your tone, and you deliberate before answering.

“Am I- is it- it’s weird if I quote it, isn’t it -?”

“Jacksepdicy how I whip that!” Sean practically yells into his microphone, cutting you off and somehow making the line sounding even more Irish than he himself did naturally, which startles a laugh from Corpse, “it’s my name in a song, I think about it daily,” he announces, voice oozing pride, and despite the situation and headspace he found himself in, Corpse feels his heart grow warm knowing that even a line like that had brought Sean joy.

“I thought,” you pause for a moment, presumably to double check which song you were about to reference, “I thought Miss YOU was a whole mood,” you admit, the faintest smile in your voice, and something tightens in Corpse’s chest at that.

“You not gonna quote it?” Rae teased.

“Too nervous to follow Sean,” you fired back.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day, Y/N,” Sean laughs fondly, and you all joke around, playing up the bit, while Corpse’s mind is stuck on the fact that you never once addressed him when talking about his music. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, it meant he didn’t have to deal with the sudden, fiery sensation your voice brought with it, so not bothered, persay, if anything he’s glad to know you liked it... But it’s weird that he knows so acutely -

“Hey,” and you don’t even say his name, but there’s that feeling again. Each time it grows less intense, like he’s been inoculated, and no instead of his nerves being ablaze, it’s as if he’s suddenly sitting beside a bonfire, each and every time you speak to him. The others voice their confusion at your sudden vaguness, but Corpse answers without even thinking, because of course he knows.

“Yeah?” 

A few moments pass, while the others carry on amongst themselves for the moment. The two of you sit in this one moment together, neither quite sure how to feel about it.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” you point out, though there was only the barest him of the earlier strangeness in your voice, now overpowered by something that made it almost sound like you were pleased. At this, however, even more confusion arises when the others figure out that Corpse had ‘guessed’ correctly, that you’d been talking to him. But he can’t really hear them, or, well, he finds himself tuning them out, swallowing hard before he pushes to talk.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” He asked, trying to ignore the weirdness of it all, keeping his tone light.

“I’m just surprised; it’s your music after all.” 

“You like hearing my voice?” Despite the surprisingly cocky way with which he speaks, he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, wincing internally. Of all the people he could have said that to...  

“I never said that,” and though your own tone matched his, something teasing, something that could almost be misconstrued as flirty in the right circumstances, he’d heard the faint thread of discomfort, feeling it all too much himself. But your words, and thankfully your tone, was overshadowed by both Sykkuno and Sean jumping in to assure Corpse that they enjoyed hearing his voice.

“If you and Y/N ever collaborated, you know it’d break the internet, right?” Rae interjects, all kinds of smug and knowing, followed by a chorus of approving voices all broke out in unison as the rest of the lobby considered the possibility.

“Rae, you know our Twitter mentions are going to be going off for the next month now, don’t you?” You groaned.

“Maybe it’s a sign!” Rae exclaimed, delighted, before her tone turns teasing and fond, “and besides, aren’t your mentions always going off?”

[ID: The first four posts on Y/N’s Tumblr dashboard.

blueheart-anon hearing y/n and sean interact again after like 3 years unlocked memories like im a fucking sleeper agent. having war flashbacks to 2017′s ‘y/n is septiplier’s kid’ phase. how do i lock the memories up again im going to die of embarrassment why were we like that [tagged: #y/n #y/n y/l/n #jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin #i WILL NOT add the ship tag i mentioned #blue talks] [7 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

fangloriousbastard  ↪️fangloriousbastard fangloriousbastard Rae: Y/N & Corpse Collab When? Y/N: 🔪 - fangloriousbastard Y/N IMMEDIATELY MURDERING RAE AND THEN CORPSE I- - fangloriousbastard Y/N MUTTERING THE JACKSEPDICY LYRIC WHILE MURDERING HIM WTF IS HAPPENING?? - fangloriousbastard SYKKUNO NO BBY IM SO WORRIED - fangloriousbastard Y/N IM BEGGING U TO STOP SAYING CORPSE LYRICS BEFORE U KILL UR FRIENDS - fangloriousbastard WAIT WHAT Y/N AND SYKKUNO BOTH VOTING FOR THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard “ride or die guess im gonna die” y/N PLEASE U MET HIM YESTERDAY - fangloriousbastard y/n’s still listening to corpse’s music we love to see it - fangloriousbastard WAIT NO ZE KILLED SYKKUNO IN FRONT OF THEM AND THEY WON OMG SO MUCH IS HAPPENING DID THESE MOTHERFUCKERS QUOTE AN ACTUAL THE OFFICE MEME AT EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard Y/N: YOU KILLED MY BOY Ze: you’ve known him A Day! Y/N: you don’t have all the facts Ze: which are? Y/N: I love him. Y/N: Not in a weird, shippy way tho, but like, come on, man, look at him! Sykkuno’s avatar: 🌱                          👁👄👁 Sykkuno irl: 🥰 - fangloriousbastard ahem anyways corpse & y/n collab when? - y/n 🔪❤️ - fangloriousbastard 👁👄👁 - fangloriousbastard aren’t you supposed to be streaming?? [tagged: #HEWWO??? #among us lb #why do i only remember they’re following me when i post outrageously stupid content #btw y/n if u kill sean again i’ll cry] [43 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

fyahproof-y/n  ↪️ selkiey/n selkiey/n y/n’s explicit ‘i love him but not in a weird shippy way’ is the LOUDEST fandom vague i’ve ever heard in my life [286 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

crpshsbnd  ↪️ 221b-theres-a-bee crpshsbnd hope corpse is feeling okay he’s been kinda quiet this stream - 221b-theres-a-bee if someone suggested i make music with a grammy award winning artist i might be kind of quiet too - crpshsbnd asjdskldfjkdsf u right, still, hope that’s the reason. [tagged: #how do i always forget they won a grammy #actually i know why i keep forgetting #because every time i remember they won a grammy i remember the video where they jousted corndogs with joe sugg #and the winner had to deepthroat theirs for the camera #and y/n won but felt like an asshole for making joe deepthroat his corndog alone #and they ended up almost throwing up because they went too far with it #so hot #so talented #so very stupid sometimes] [3 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

Twitter is kind of a hellscape, Corpse decides, scrolling through his notifications as the stream’s winding down, seeing about a thousand different people tagging both you and him, asking for a collab, or seeing fit to show you both every single time one of you had mentioned the other in stream. Or had simply interacted. He’s not quite sure how to feel about hearing you mutter ‘make it rain, leave her wet, like a snowflake’. Unsurprisingly, a considerable few people had thought to clip the interaction where he’d apparently instinctively known you were talking to him, which he thoroughly regrets. There’s enough speculation about him online already, he doesn’t need people cluing into the fact that he might not be entirely human as well.

So now, he’s sitting idle in the lobby of the game as everyone’s thanking each other, discussing when they might get together to stream again; he’s quiet, disconnected from it all even though he knows he’s still live, he can’t help but stare at his phone, frown at your Twitter profile. You’re not following each other. A lot of his friends follow you, are mutuals with you, but you and he are not following each other, and he’s not sure if he’d like to change that. But it would make sense, right? It’s what’s expected.

Your pinned tweet is the single you released yesterday, which he still hasn’t listened to. The cover is cute; you’re - fuck. He refreshes the page. In the few moments since he’d clicked on your profile and now, you’d tweeted, thanking everyone for joining the stream, while you’re still in his ear, alongside everyone else, distinctly not addressing him. Maybe he should DM you, be upfront, ask about what you are, if his suspicions are true.

He hits the back button and goes back to scrolling through his mentions. 

“Hey.” Your voice, soft and earnest despite that warmth that crackles through him; he’s half distracted, hand moving instinctively to push-to-talk, and -

“Yeah?” God fucking damn it. Not again. He’s really gotta stop answering on instinct just because he knows you’re talking to him. He hates that he knows.

“Good to meet you, Corpse,” and there was a strange sincerity in your voice, and he responds in kind, but his heart’s not in it. There’s too much on his mind, too conflicted in his heart to tell the truth; his own words makes his ears ring. He can’t even lie to himself.

So he says his goodbyes, waits for the lobby to clear out and chatters away to his stream about when he might be on next. Upon ending the stream, he immediately opens the latest email from his producer, his latest project glaring back at him from the screen. 

Yes, his various ailments have his body aching, but the interactions he’s had with you are giving him a headache when he thinks too hard about them, and he feels woefully unproductive. Never Satisfied stares back at him, so close to being finished, mocking him. Scowling harder, he listens to what he has so far, making tweaks and notes, glad for the distraction, glad that his producer had as chaotic of a sleep schedule as he did. This was the home stretch; one more all-nighter and it would finally be done.

He texts Heartful that he’s getting to work.

It’s four in the morning when he finally stops for a break, his good eye starting to itch from staring at a screen for so long. With a yawn, he leans forward, out of his chair, groaning as he straightens up to a mostly standing position. Hands braced against the edge of his desk, he lets out a resigned sigh and wills his wings into existence. The weight of them curled up tight against his back, as was customary for them to be when non-corporeal, has him leaning a little further forward. Another yawn and he lets them uncurl, lets them stretch out behind him, knocking over an empty microphone stand as they went. He’d get that later. A grateful groan escapes him, it’s been far too long since he’d even had a half-assed stretch like this, wings helping to stretch all the aching muscles in his back that were simply impossible to stretch otherwise, no matter how much he’d twist. Even so, his studio wasn’t big enough to properly stretch them, and he really didn’t feel like laying on his living room floor right now; he’s kind of concerned he’d just fall asleep there. Instead, he kicks his chair to the side and hits shuffle on one of his Spotify playlists, doing what he can for himself in the limited space, and finally going to forage through his cupboards for something resembling a meal. Maybe drink water, Rae’s damn voice in his head.

At least with his wings around he didn’t need to bother turning on any lights; he’s gotta find joy in the little things.

Today, or well, the past twenty-four hours, was a series of cruel jokes, he decides, all leading to the moment he curls up his wings and sits back down at his desk. The moment he puts his headphones back on, he’s greeted by your voice, and he almost jumps a foot in the air, concerned that you’d called him.

"- who I became, dreading when the music stops, what if I just fade away?” In the split second he’s realised that it was just a song, just your voice, crooning, gentle and sad against a soft beat and the sound of rain, as i’m going through some stuff playing in his ears, it’s too late. Already his aura had gone off, and his computer cuts out, as his monitor cuts to darkness, so suddenly all he can see is his own, exhausted reflection in the monitor, backlit by his own wings... Not exactly flattering. 

Thankfully, it was only his computer that was affected, as he can still hear his refrigerator humming in the other room, so he wedges himself beneath his desk to reset the breaker for the power board that his whole system was connected to, grumbling to himself the whole time. 

If he was being honest, however, he was glad he didn’t have to hear more than a few seconds of your song. For a long time it had been one of his favourites, though at this point he’d rather die than admit that. Yes, it’s a good song, but it’s the last thing he needs to hear right now. If he listened to you voice half the fears he still tried to ignore, well right now it may kill him, and he was so close to being finished with Never Satisfied. So close.

Instead, he gives himself the moment in which his system is rebooting to scroll through Twitter and Instagram on his phone, checking his mentions for good fanart to appreciate, only to stumble across one of your stan accounts tagging both you and him in a clip that he hadn’t seen earlier. He’s not sure what possesses him to click it.

“Don’t follow me baby, swear I’m going to hell,” Corpse’s own words leave your lips as you’re focused on the game, on being imposter, leading Sykkuno into electrical to fix lights, and something about it sounds wrong and he can’t quite put his finger on it. He’d heard other lines of his leave your mouth, clips from the stream he’d been tagged in, and it always manages to surprise him. When you sing his songs, even just a little bit, something in the back of his mind, something that had appreciated you as an artist all this time, it’s grateful, it’s excited, it’s overwhelmed. He wouldn’t deny that part of himself, he couldn’t, it didn’t feel right, but upon hearing this line, that grateful part was overshadowed by a visceral bitterness.

The line had been a moment of self deprecation, the only Angel he knew of who, granted it was by some of his own choices, was almost certainly going to Hell, if you believe in that sort of thing of course. But you? Every single part of you seemed to be the exact antithesis to him; you’re what an Angel should be, and him? Well, the line said it all really. It’s just... it feels like you’re mocking him at every turn now that he knows, or well, strongly suspects. With evidence. Which you’re probably not; if you’re an Angel, you wouldn’t go out of your way to mock another angel, so now he’s all in his head, frustrated at himself for being frustrated at you for just... liking his song? 

He really should message you about earlier, clear things up, get out of his own mind and stop jumping to conclusions. Finding another angel was big, no matter his personal reservations, he should try and take this opportunity, right? Except that you hadn’t reached out to him either.

Damn it; he knows he needs to stop thinking about you and focus on his own shit. He turns off his phone and gently tosses it to the floor, out of sight out of mind. 

Maybe he’ll feel better when he finishes his song, feel more productive, feel... complete for just a few moments. Maybe he’d stop comparing himself to you. Maybe.

[ID: Two tweets, one from @sp00kybihh, and one from @yourtwitter, followed by a retweet and reply conversation between @ashton5sos, @yourtwitter, and @y/nirwin.

@sp00kybihh: why did y/n’s smile every time corpse just knew they were talking to him without them having to say anythign make me feel things?? u no we love day 1 ride-or-die y/nkunno, but corpse & y/n just seem to get each other wtf 🥺🥺

@yourtwitter: australians are asleep post forbidden youngblood cover

(Thumbnail of Y/N sitting in front of the camera, dressed casually, visible from the chest up. There is a black microphone on a stand in front of them that they’re holding. Their mouth is open, as if halfway through singing, their eyes are closed, their background is a simple, white wall. Above Y/N, in black, VCR font, is the word ‘youngblood’. There is a large play button in blue and white in the middle of the thumbnail, to indicate that it is a link to a video.

Link: youngblood - 5 seconds of summer | y/n y/l/n cover i miss my boys. i miss people. thank you 5sos for being cool about me covering this <3</i> twitter: @yourtwitter 🔗youtube.com)

@ashton5sos retweeted the link and commented: Y/N you said it was gonna be low effort, this is killer! All it’s missing is some drums. Reminds me, I’m still sad we never got to record that thing we wrote in New York. | @yourtwitter: ASHTON IT IS 8AM I HAVE HAD NO SLEEP AND WAS NOT EXPECTING SUCH A QUICK RESPONSE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU | @yourtwitter: also lmfao i forgot about that ny thing that was good, from what i remember. do u still have that recording of us?? i may or may not have forgotten everything about that night apart from it being a blast #bringbacknewyork | @ashton5sos: Calum has it but also its 2am and he’s asleep, which you should also do. You know the boys are gonna love this... #bringbacknewyork | @y/nirwin: thank u both i have decided to pass away effective immediately #bringbacknewyork

End ID.]

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Fanfiction Masterlist!

“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” - Benjamin Franklin

A list of fics with the click of a button. If anyone’s ever interested or ever bored - this is my sort of contribution to the fandom with sporadic updates and ideas. Thanks for taking a look and more importantly - thanks for reading!

Writing Tips?  Bloodbound 

Adrian Raines x MC

Less Netflix Next Time (NSFW)

Jax Matsuo x MC

A Moment’s Rest Wilted and Burdened  (Fic Request) Fed (NSFW)

Kamilah Sayeed x MC

Happy Birthday

Crossovers

Saving Thanksgiving Part 1

General

Follow Me (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 19) I’ll Sink. I’ll Drown. Where we Are  (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 14)

Hero

Eva x MC

You’re Different (Fic Request)

Kenji Katsaros x MC

Game Over (Fic Request) Partner (Fic Request) (Drabble)

It Lives Beneath

Tomoichi Sato x MC

Maybe Someday

It Lives in The Woods

MC’s Private Thoughts

Survive 

Connor  Green x MC

Nightmares

Endless Summer

Jake McKenzie x MC

Falling Maybe Goodbyes Are Always Hard [Tagged Game] You Jump, I Jump (Fic Request)

Most Wanted

General

A Son’s Burden (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 9)  Covert Action Covert Action Part 2 (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 27) Cover Action Part 3 

Nightbound

Cal x MC

The Wolf’s Heart Series: part 1 (nsfw), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 (nsfw), part 9

A World Away 

Sealed With A Kiss

Open Heart

Bryce Lahela x MC 

Game Night - Part 1 Sick Day Unattached Strings

Perfect Match

Damien Nazario x MC 

A Not Date A Piece of You Fumes of Her (NSFW) (Fic Request)

Hayden x MC

In Her Eyes

Red Carpet Diaries

Matt x MC

Same World

Seth x MC

Coded Warmth Confide and Comfort Hearts on Sleeves Maximum Comfort Unboxing Downpour of Doubt

Thomas Hunt x MC

A Family Affair Clarity (NSFW) Fresh Start Hollywood’s Loss Muse Lots of Firsts Opia Perhaps You Should Stay Simply Between Us Series: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 (NSFW) The Same Direction

Rules of Engagement

Blake Yasuda x Party Twin

Worth The Risk

The Bartender/Dean  x MC

 Another Man

The Crown and the Flame

Kenna Rys x Dominic Hunter

Race You (Submission for @ChoicesCreates Round 17)

Kenna Rys x Annelyse Adair

OTP Asks

The Elementalists

Beckett Harrington x MC

Contrast Glimpse

Griffin Langley x MC

Pillow Talk Practice Runs Take a Break

The Freshman/The Sophomore/The Junior/The Senior

MC’s Most Private Thoughts

Dear Mom Dear Mom ii. Dear Mom iii Dear Mom iv Pieces (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 5) Our Rooftop. (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 8)

Final Project Passion Led Us - Tyler  (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 6)

Christopher Powell x MC

A Summer of Powell [ 0.1, Caught in the Moment (NSFW) (Fic Request)] A Surprise Visit (Fic Request) Atonic Impact (Fic Request) Break Between Sessions (NSFW) Ceasefire (Fic Request) Deftly Intertwined (NSFW) Fell in Your Opinion Good Luck Charm (NSFW)(Fic Request) Hey, You (AJ’s Perspective) I’ve Got You OTP Asks Pull (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 10) Pillow Talk (NSFW) Save Me (NSFW) (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 4) Through Everything When Everything is Still

James Ashton x MC

Coming Home Could We Survive This? Our Last Goodbye In Circles OTP Asks

Zigmund Ortega x MC

All in (NSFW) (Fic Request) A Midnight Calling (Halloween AU) A New Years Countdown (Fic Request) A Plus for Effort (Drabble Request) Autumn Leaves (Fic Request) Being Together is Enough Part 1 Being Together is Enough Part 2 (NSFW) Being Together is Enough Part 3 Can’t Let Go (Fic Request) Coming To Terms Date Night (Fic Request) (NSFW) Demons Early Thoughts of You Etched in Skin Fair Game Fifty-fifty Fissure (NSFW) Goodies Here [Part 1, Thanksgiving Fic], Abysmal [Part 2, Thanksgiving Fic] Her Voice His Voice If She’s Anything Like You Just Five More Minutes Like Magic Loving You Hurts (Fic Request) Of Kisses and Lessons OTP Asks part 1 OTP Asks part 2 Retrouvailles [Part 1 (NSFW) (Fic Request), Part 2, Part 3] Valentine’s Day Collab Special When You Became Mine Part 1. With @choicesmyway for part 2  and @hollyashton for part 3. Second Time’s a Charm (Drabble Request) Serendipity: Part 1 Six am (Fic Request)  Smooth as Silk (NSFW) Sniffles and Breakfast in Bed (Drabble Request) Stay With Me (Drabble Request) Sunshine Mixed With Hurricane (NSFW)  Text Dump Post 1.0 The Letters You’ll Never See The Open Road (NSFW) The Only Love That Counted Three Days for Us (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 21)  We Meet

Kaitlyn Liao x MC

Cookie Cutter (Fic Request) Kindled Flame My Little Trailblazer (Part 2 of Kindled Flame) Movie Night (Fic Request) OTP Asks Sparks  You’re Lucky I Love You (Drabble Request) 600 Miles Until You’re Mine (Drabble Request)

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir Masterlist

Veil of Secrets

Grant Emerson x MC

Mystery Worth Solving

#LoveHacks

General

We’re All Different (Submission for#ChoicesCreates Round 3)

Mark Collins x MC

Patterns (Submission for #ChoicesCreates Round 1) Serendipity OTP Asks OTP Asks part 2

Disclaimer: These are all works of fan fiction with the use of characters from the choices universe; owned by Pixelberry. I do not own nor claim any ownership of the characters above. These are stories just for fun, with no real purpose other than story-telling from a purely subjective standpoint and do not reflect choices own timeline. No copyright infringement is intended. 

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Grammy Award-triumphing manufacturer Andrew Watt, who has labored with Cardi B, Post Malone, Future and different tune artists, has shriveled Covid-19, in any other case known as the coronavirus.

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Monday, 23 March 2020

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Grammy Award-triumphing manufacturer Andrew Watt, who has labored with Cardi B, Post Malone, Future and different tune artists, has shriveled Covid-19, in any other case known as the coronavirus.

On Tuesday (March 17), the hitmaker went on his Instagram web page to share his health crisis. In his alarming story, Watt specific his adventure of what he experienced prior to finding out he had the coronavirus.

“12 days ago, early morning of March 6, I started out feeling like I become hit through a bus. I couldn’t pass out of my mattress for days and commenced to run a fever,” he wrote. “I became seen by using a doctor at my house who instructed

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me I am advantageous for the regular flu and there’s no way I should have Covid-19 as I haven’t left the us of a and all I do is go to the studio and pass straight home.”

Watt goes on to write that his fever didn’t forestall and he commenced having dry coughs. He changed into rushed to the medical institution and when he arrived, he begged to be examined for Covid-19 but changed into turned down due  to federal policies. Watt became eventually tested by using a non-public doctor and the effects came lower back high-quality for the coronavirus.

“Currently...My fevers are becoming an awful lot a great deal better and I actually have all started to have fairly of an appetite again however it's far very difficult for me to respire due to this pneumonia,” he wrote. “I am 29 years antique. I am a wholesome young guy and I am going to get through it no matter what. I am going to make a complete restoration.”

In the stop, Watt needs his followers to recognize that the coronavirus isn't a joke and those have to take it significantly. He encouraged his lovers to engage in social distancing to protect others from contracting the potentially deadly virus.

“I can’t stress this enough...This isn't a comic story,” he delivered. “Stay internal, stay sanitized. Please forestall the whole lot and take care of yourselves and the humans you like around you, until we're throughout this.”

"Social distancing is to defend someone's dad and mom, a person's grandmother," he brought. "It's no longer approximately you. It's approximately anyone together preventing this as a team."

Watt has a prolonged list of production credit that include Cardi B's "Thru Your Phone," Post Malone's "Die for Me" and Future and Juice Wrld's "Hard Work Pays Off" from their duet challenge Wrld on Drugs.

Read Andrew Watt's Instagram post beneath.

See 17 Rappers Who Haven't Put an Album Out in a While That We'd Like to Hear From

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50 Cent

Last album: Animal Ambition (2014)

50 Cent’s name still ring bells, but it is been over a decade because he released a platinum album. Since then, he’s targeted his efforts more on acting, making an investment, govt producing and trolling amongst other things. His 2014 indie album Animal Ambition felt extra like a mixtape than the epic showings we’re familiar with from Fif. While he’s put out a few solid mixtapes in the period, he continually driven his Street King Immortal album to the backburner. He is probably nevertheless running on the album. We are patiently ready.

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Ab-Soul

Last album: Do What Thou Wilt (2016)

T.D.E.’s Ab-Soul is the maximum reclusive rapper inside the clique and after liberating and selling his 2016 album, Do What Thou Wilt, Solo has been laying low. We have been speculated to get the mixtape Longterm three between then and now however it never materialized. Now it looks like 2020 may be the 12 months the self-described "Black Lip Pastor" returns. During a performance on the 2019 Day N Vegas Festival, he concluded his set through telling lovers, “New album 2020. We takin’ the whole thing.” Yes, please.

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Dr. Dre

Last album: Compton (2015)

We waited a whole sixteen years to get Dr. Dre's 1/3 album, Compton. That’s  lifetimes in rap phrases. Now that the good document has properly administered the treatment, fans nevertheless need some other fix. Will we get it? It’s tough to inform. Many of the equal matters that hindered the release of Detox are nevertheless in play, inclusive of Dre’s busy commercial enterprise schedule and perfectionist mentality. However, he always seems to be in track mode. There are reputedly never-ending whispers of Dre being inside the lab and he is reportedly blending Kanye West’s upcoming album, Jesus Is King 2.

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Jay Electronica

Last album: Act 1: Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge) (2007)

Jay Electronica blessed us with a hearth album in 2007, a traditional unmarried in 2009 (“Exhibit C”) and has stored us ready with bated breath for a brand new LP for over a decade. A single right here, a guest appearance there may be all we’ve received. Not even a Roc Nation deal and the urging of Jay-Z himself has convinced Jay Elec to launch his lengthy-awaited LP. Still, we wait.

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Childish Gambino

Last album: Awaken, My Love! (2016)

Childish Gambino has a lot on his plate nowadays and lovers are hoping there’s at least a side dish of album. In 2016, he stepped outside the field together with his severely acclaimed Awaken, My Love! LP. Then he messed the complete sport up in 2018, with the loose unmarried “This Is America,” which won multiple Grammy Awards. While fanatics were hoping a brand new album could arrive earlier than later, all we have when you consider that then are  extra singles. A new 12 months brings new hope that an album will materialize.

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Busta Rhymes

Last album: Year of the Dragon (2012)

Busta Rhymes has nine albums below his belt however hasn’t placed out a solo LP in view that 2012. That’s double the amount of time in view that his previous longest album drought— from 2002 to 2006. Bussa Bus has not been stagnant, however, freeing three mixtapes and assisting launch the career of O.T. Genasis, all even as teasing his legit return. Last February, he introduced he was putting the completing touches at the album with the assist of Dr. Dre. We are still ready at the aftermath.

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Lil Dicky

Last album: Professional Rapper (2015)

Lil Dicky had a large buzz after liberating his debut album, Professional Rapper in 2015. He observed that up with the aid of being inducted into the 2016 XXL Freshman class and then launched the hit single “Freaky Friday” presenting Chris Brown in 2018. The international continues to be ready on his sophomore album, which has played the historical past while he’s been running on his new television show, which premieres in March. With the TV series finished, Dicky heads must be getting new tune soon. In January, the rapper found out he's running on the LP now. "The precise information is, I’ve made a ton of wonderful tune over these years," he wrote in an Instagram post. "Boy oh boy have I evolved and blossomed!! You will listen it and love it and be pleased with me, and much less irritated with me. But I gotta finish it after which roll it out proper. You most effective get such a lot of cracks at doing what I’m approximately to do."

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Lauryn Hill

Last album: The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (1998)

Lauryn Hill certainly dropped one of the best albums of the Nineties after which stated, one is sufficient. A whole -plus many years have passed, and L Boogie seems content material visiting with the antique stuff and not giving into fanatics’ whims for brand spanking new material. That doesn’t imply we aren’t still inquiring for it. Last 12 months, she placed out her first solo single in 5 years. Her track, “Guarding the Gates," regarded on Queen & Slim: The Soundtrack. So, maybe, simply perhaps there’s hope.

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Jadakiss

Last album: Top five Dead or Alive (2015)

AHAAA! Jadakiss is a pinnacle-shelf lyricist. So, it’s a shame he's handiest dropped 4 solo albums in his 20-plus yr career. 2017’s Friday on Elm Street collab with Fabolous become the closest factor the Lox member got to a solo LP seeing that 2015’s Top 5 Dead or Alive. The "So Raspy" rapper signed a address Roc Nation in 2018, and as of press time, we're nevertheless waiting on an statement about his debut on the residence that Hov constructed.

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Fetty Wap

Last album: Fetty Wap (2015)

Fetty Wap hit the ground jogging with the 2014 single “Trap Queen” and struck while the iron became warm by freeing his debut album the following year. The former XXL Freshman has stayed heavy at the mixtape scene but has failed to comply with up with a sophomore studio album in the years on account that because of rumored label issues. Half a decade after his debut, Fetty subsequently plans to drop his 2nd album King Zoo this spring.

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Pharrell

Last album: GIRL (2014)

Pharrell is an authorized hitmaker and the arena needs extra of his hits. With handiest two solo albums to his call, his most recent GIRL LP produced the mega spoil “Happy” and the world is higher for it. Chad of The Neptunes currently revealed he and Skateboard P had been inside the lab with a number of artists and plan to ramp up production this 12 months. Hopefully meaning a new Pharrell album is also inside the works as nicely.

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DMX

Last album: Redemption of the Beast (2015)

For years, DMX has been dealing with troubles that are deeper than rap. He went from dropping 5 albums in 5 years to a few inside the remaining 17. It’s difficult to don't forget his final album, Redemption of the Beast, official because it became reportedly released without his consent. Last fall, he reunited with Def Jam, inking a brand new cope with the report business enterprise that was his first label domestic. It’d be dope to peer X upward thrust like a grand champion yet again following a stint in rehab.

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Waka Flocka Flame

Last album: Triple F Life: Fan, Friends & Family (2012)

It’s tough to accept as true with it’s been 8 years when you consider that Waka Flocka Flame remaining placed out an album however nearly 1/2 a decade has surpassed when you consider that his sophomore LP, Triple F Life: Fan, Friends & Family, dropped. Big Homie Waka has stored his name popping via the mixtape circuit however the lengthy-awaited Flockavelli 2 album has been shelved over and over. Waka currently confirmed 2020 is the year he ultimately releases his third LP, which he claims will be his very last album.

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Redman

Last album: Mudface (2015)

Eminem’s preferred MC still gets busy. It’s been 5 years considering that Redman launched Mudface and even longer because he’s been teasing Muddy Waters 2 (later renamed Muddy Waters, Too, the sequel to his magnum opus. He currently positioned out a preview with the EP 3 Joints, which with a bit of luck manner MWT will follow rapidly afterward.

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LL Cool J

Last album: Authentic (2013)

Todd Smith is one of the great to ever do it. Period. At 13 albums in, seven years have passed seeing that LL Cool J's last imparting, Authentic. He announced G.O.A.T. 2 in 2014 earlier than putting it on hold pronouncing, "It changed into right but I didn’t sense love it changed into equipped but." He dabbled with retirement a couple years later, however Uncle L can’t leave rap on my own, the sport needs him. Recently, there have been talks that a new album is coming together with Fat Joe serving as govt manufacturer.

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Q-Tip

Last album: Kamaal the Abstract (2009)

Q-Tip introduced his impending album, The Last Zulu, returned in 2012, rapidly after he signed with Kanye West’s G.O.O.D. Music label. Since then fans have had to loosen up themselves in terms of anticipation for the brand new task, which has been sitting on the shelf whilst the A Tribe Called Quest frontman makes a speciality of different ventures. The promised launch has no longer been forgotten. The final Last Zulu update came in the summer season of 2018 whilst we had been given the normal “coming quickly” forewarning. We hope earlier than later at this point.

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