#slasher puzzles au

[jovialsnerdzone]

Hiiii . I just have a random question to ask about the Slasher au your cooking up. So what age did he kill his father? And if he was young (when he fled) does this mean he didn't get the glass eye and braces? And wth was he eating to survive?

Sorry if it's a lot of questions. You aus are so interesting, to the point I just wanna ask so much ,so I can learn everything about you aus.

Don’t apologize at all for asking!! If anything, I’m THRILLED that people are taking so much interest in my idea! I’m happy to answer any questions about it :)

So, he was roughly around 16-17 when he killed his father - around the same age as he was when the tv head incident happened (or at least, how old he was in my interpretation). And yes, that means he never got braces or got his eye removed. His teeth are still extremely crooked, and the cataract spread and completely blinded his left eye.

And for what he was eating this whole time, it was basically anything he could find in the forest. Berries, plants, small animals, maybe a fish from the lake if he’s especially lucky. He’s been entirely living off of the elements to survive since he took refuge in that cabin in the woods.

[jovialoddity]

Hello Jovial! Lemme just first say that I love your Professor Puzzles AU! It's simple, yet so charming and funny!

So, where is Professor Puzzles's father in this AU? What is their relationship? Is it still the same as it is in canon?

Hi there!! Thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you to say! 🥹💖

And that’s a good question! Unfortunately, his relationship with his father is pretty much the exact same as canon. His backstory’s relatively the same as canon too, maybe with some slight alterations. He hasn’t spoken with his father since he was 19 and has ZERO plans of doing so.

He’s still subconsciously trying to prove his father wrong here with his films, but it’s just not happening in quite the same way as it did in the original timeline. He sometimes gets genuinely angry at himself for not being able to get popular enough yet to prove to him that he has that creative vision.

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Jigsaw - {CS}

↪   Summary: You are the lead detective in an investigation surrounding one of the most infamous killers the city has ever seen. Unfortunately for you, Jigsaw knows you're onto him and has played you like a game at every turn, threatening the case and your status. Your determination to catch him finally gets you a lead, only for you to find yourself tangled in a special trap that he designed just for you. Let the game begin.

↪ Pairings: Jigsaw Killer Choi San x Female Detective Reader

↪   Rating: M 18+

↪   Genre: Non-idol/Slasher/Horror movie au/ Suggestive / Fluff/Friends to enemies to lovers

↪   Word Count: 5.7k

↪ Warnings/Contents: References to classic horror movies, mainly Saw, Silence of the Lambs, and Scream. Mentions of death/murder/being shot (not detailed). Seonghwa and Mingi both make cameos in this story with a few other members being mentioned. Swearing and implied smut (MDNI). San being a teasing little shit, makeout sessions, fondling over clothes.

↪ Side Notes: To the wonderful @pinkywritings hi darling I was your assigned Ghost Writer for the @atinyhalloweenproject. This is my first time writing for San and I had a lot of fun with it so I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it is so late I wanted to have it out by Halloween but due to the sudden weather change we haven't had power. I tried to make it longer to make up for that so hopefully it doesn't feel rushed and was worth the wait!

I honestly may do a part two to this or an expansion later on because I love the idea of Jigsaw San but we'll see.

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“Police officials are seeking any leads in identifying the man known only to the public as the Jigsaw killer. He is believed to be linked in multiple disappearances and murders that have taken place around Seoul for the past three months. The victims were all found in various handmade traps and had a puzzle piece drawn somewhere visible on their body. At this time investigators have no leads and are asking the public for any knowledge they may have on this public threat.” 

The reporter's voice faded to nothing as the volume on the TV was lowered to zero. You groaned softly to yourself as you tossed the remote to the side, running your hands through your hair as you sat forward on your couch. It had been just over a month since you were assigned the Jigsaw murder case, the last detective backing out after the man in question threatened to target his family. The case was quickly transferred over to you, one of the best detectives in your field, but it was very quickly starting to test your patience. 

Whoever this Jigsaw was, he was a clever man. He left no trace, no evidence, nothing that would allow you to track him down. You went through surveillance, interviewed the family and friends of the victims, tried breaking down his traps for any clues, but any lead always led you right back to square one. You had tried to be patient, hoping that eventually he would slip up and give you something, but it was starting to sound like wishful thinking. Even worse, he knew who you were and started calling you out directly. You would find notes addressed to you, pictures, voice messages, all calling you out and taunting you. It was like he was playing some cruel game with you and you had no choice but to play along or risk losing everything. You couldn’t even walk to work anymore without some reporter chasing you down demanding an explanation or any evidence you had in the case. It came to a point where you only went to the office when called, and the rest of your work you did from home. 

Various evidence pictures and case files were thrown across your coffee table, a few rough notes scribbled in between. You had been looking at the same files for the past couple of hours, dissecting every last word to see if you had missed any connections. Your last victim had been found 72 hours ago, and you knew you only had a day at most before the next one. There were a few things you had discovered about Jigsaw, and the main one was that he worked on a schedule. Once someone was reported missing, it would be three days before their body turned up and the cycle would start again. Whoever this man was, he clearly enjoyed his patterns, and that is what you found yourself looking for, any pattern you may have missed. 

“Working from home again I see?” you practically jumped out of your skin as you heard the deep voice of your roommate behind you, turning around to see his tall frame leaning over the couch. 

“For Fucks sake Mingi you almost gave me a heart attack!” you whined, reaching up to lightly smack at him, “what are you doing here anyways I thought you weren’t coming home tonight.” You and Mingi had been friends for as long as you could remember, having met back in high school and staying together through college and your time at the police academy. He was like a brother to you at this point and you trusted him so you didn’t mind if he saw your work, even if he technically wasn’t supposed to. Mingi always found your work to be fascinating and would bug you randomly about cases, which only grew more when you started investigating Jigsaw, though you assumed it was just because you got to bring your work home now. Just as you predicted, he made his way to the other side of the couch and took a seat next to you, picking up one of the crime scene photos to get a better look. 

“I was going to stay at Yunhos tonight but something came up and he had to cancel,” Mingi explained, running his thumb over the picture he was holding, “ouch this looks like it would have been painful, what is it?”

“That’s one of Jigsaw's latest traps,” you answered, snatching the photo away from him, “I’m looking through it to see if I can find any missing clues.” 

“Have you found anything?”

“Sadly no, he’s very good at covering his tracks. It’s been a month and we still don’t have any leads on this guy, it’s like he’s a ghost or something.” Mingi hummed softly as he continued to look through all the pictures, careful not to mess them up knowing you would yell at him if he did. 

“Now I’m no expert but, are you sure you’re only looking for one person?” he asked, catching you off guard. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean all these crime scenes you’ve shown me have been pretty big and this says it only took three days, seems like a lot of work for one person if you ask me.” Mingi explained, “and that’s why your patterns wouldn’t line up like you want them to.” You blinked up at him dumbly for a moment as you processed his words, looking back down at the file you had basically memorized by this point. You didn’t want to admit it, but Mingi had a point. 

“You know that’s actually not a bad idea,” you muttered. 

“I can be helpful sometimes you know,” he bragged with a laugh, earning himself a punch to the shoulder. He didn’t have time to retaliate though as you were packing up all of your things and rushing towards the door, “Wait where are you going?”

“I need to check on something, don’t wait up for me!” you called back, pulling on your coat and running out the door as he called after you. In your rush you hadn’t realized that you dropped part of your case file on your way out, nor did you notice Mingi pulling out his phone to call someone as he closed the door to your apartment.

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You made it to the crime scene in no time, an abandoned warehouse located just on the edge of the city. You parked your car a bit away and pulled out a flashlight as you made your way inside, ducking under the caution tape and pulling your jacket closer to yourself as you looked around. The clean up crew had gotten most of the scene cleaned by now, but the trap itself was still there. A weirdly broken mess of chains and blades that you wouldn’t have been able to put back together if you wanted to, making you wonder how Jigsaw even came up with the idea in the first place. You shook the thought out of your head and made your way to one of the blades, leaning down to inspect it carefully. It was sharp with a curve to it, but almost messy in design as if it was handmade. To test that theory you took a look at another one and noticed the same thing except this one was thicker and less curved despite being set up the same way. The chains themselves were also a bit sloppy when you looked at them closely, almost as if they had been done in a rush. It wasn’t as clean as Jigsaw's normal work, and now Mingis suggestion that you were dealing with more than one culprit seemed more plausible. 

You took your phone out to snap a picture just as the door to the warehouse opened, a new light pouring in and a familiar voice calling your name. 

“Over here!” you called back, flashing your light in his direction so he could see you. Quick footsteps made their way towards you before a familiar figure came into view. Park Seonghwa, a senior detective that had transferred over to your department a little over a year ago and assigned as your partner. You had been against the idea at first since your original partner had been killed only a few weeks prior during an investigation gone wrong. The chief had insisted it would be for the best though since you needed the help and Seonghwas cool and more collected nature would balance you out nicely which would prove to be true. Your impulsiveness had driven the older detective crazy a few times, but for the most part the two of you got along well and you could even consider him a friend. He was wearing a long black coat and matching gloves and his hair was long and falling into his face rather than slicked up like normal, probably because he had been at home resting when you called him. 

“Would you care to explain why you called me out here in the middle of the night when I haven’t heard from you in the last 48 hours?” Seonghwa questioned, unable to hide the annoyance in his tone. 

“I’ll make it up to you but I figured this couldn’t wait,” you muttered, going back to inspect the chain again, “I’m trying to prove a theory about something.” 

“That theory being?”

“What if Jigsaw isn't working alone?” you challenged, “what if it’s more than one person, that would explain why nothing lines up.” Seonghwas eyes widened a bit and you could have sworn you heard him mutter something under his breath, “what did you say?” 

“Oh nothing,” he brushed you off, “what made you so convinced of this new theory? Did you find something?” You froze for a second, not wanting to expose yourself for letting a member of the general public view the case file. 

“Just a hunch,” you lied, “but I mean look at the way this trap was built, it's messy compared to the others, almost as if it was made by someone else.”

“Or maybe Jigsaw just ran out of time and rushed on it,” he argued. 

“Can you just humor me for five seconds Seonghwa,” you groaned, “maybe I’m wrong yes but isn’t it at least worth looking into?” Seonghwa rolled his eyes but gave in, walking to the other side of the trap to get a better look. You were too distracted by your own work to pay much attention to him, meticulously looking through every detail of the trap despite not actually knowing what you were looking for. Your instinct was telling you that there was something there you were overlooking, something that was hiding in plain sight, you just had to figure out what that was. 

“Hey Y/N,” Seonghwa called out after a few minutes, “I think I found something.” Your head shot up and you quickly dusted yourself off before making your way over. Seonghwa was standing in the corner of the warehouse holding what looked to be a tape recorder. “I found it tucked away over here, may have gotten knocked around during the investigation,” he explained. 

“Does it say anything?” you asked, taking the recorder from his hands and pressing the play button. There was only static for a moment before a robotic voice spoke up, like someone was speaking through a voice changer. Despite that, you couldn’t help but feel like the voice seemed familiar to you, but it was hard to tell through the editing. 

“Hello Detective Y/L/N,” the tape addressed you, sending a chill through your body, “these past few weeks you have been running around in circles trying to discover who I am. You have been closer to the truth than you realize but you always end up blindsided by your work and, as a result, you overlook the answer that is right in front of you. I have enjoyed silently watching you up until this point but now it is getting quite boring so why don’t we make this a bit more fun? Do you like games, detective? I hope you do because I want to play a game with you. I have left a riddle for you, the answer to which will tell you all you need to know about who I am and what I do. You have 48 hours to find the riddle and tell me the answer or you will find yourself and those closest to you in a very undesirable situation. The timer starts the second this recording ends, let’s hope you are as clever as everyone says you are. Let the game begin.” 

  You felt your blood run cold as the tape came to an end, barely registering Seonghwas hand on your shoulder as you tried to process everything you just heard. Seonghwa tried talking to you but you ignored him, pushing his hand off and rushing back to your car, your partner not far behind you. 

“Where are you going? We should report this to the office first!” he called after you. 

“What good is reporting it going to do? You heard him Hwa I have 48 hours to figure out who this guy is or we’re all screwed, I can’t waste time.”

“So what you’re going to rush into something and get yourself killed?” he argued. 

“Better than doing nothing and getting everyone else killed,” you snapped back, “now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find this riddle he’s talking about.” Seonghwa called after you again but by this point you had gotten in your car and were already making your way back to your apartment. Part of you felt like going home was a bad idea, but you also couldn’t help but feel like something was pulling you to go there. The same feeling of familiarity that you got hearing the tape returned, making you feel more and more uneasy as you pulled into your apartment complex. Like you knew who Jigsaw was and yet the image of his face was blurred any time you tried to imagine him.

Mingi didn’t seem to be home when you got back, his shoes were gone and the light was off. You couldn’t focus on that though, as your attention was drawn to the stack of papers placed neatly on your coffee table. You carefully walked over and looked through the pile, recognizing pictures from all the different crime scenes you had investigated so far, each one marked with red ink. 

‘Y/N, doesn’t this random pattern seem a bit too random?’

‘This is quite close to home don’t you think?’

‘The truth has been in front of you the whole time.’

‘Why do I do what I do?’

‘Did you miss me?’

You ran your hand through your hair as you continued looking through the pictures, realizing that the riddle was basically going to send you on a scavenger hunt. It would take forever for you to go back through each crime scene and look back through everything to find out what he was talking about. Even worse, it was pretty late and you could feel exhaustion slowly taking over you, slouching over the coffee table and eventually laying against it as you fell asleep trying to decipher the riddle. 

You were jolted awake by the sound of your phone vibrating, groaning softly as you sat up and reached into your pocket for the device. You half expected it to be a call from Mingi or Seonghwa, but instead you were greeted with the same robotic voice from the night before. Only this time, you were able to hear his actual voice a bit more and it was one you swore you had heard before. 

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty, I hope my riddle didn’t keep you up all night,” the voice immediately woke you up, straightening your posture as you looked around. 

“Who is this?” you asked. 

“Aww I’m almost offended you don’t remember me, we go way back you know,” the voice responded, “I’ve missed you Y/N, and even if you don’t remember me now I know you miss me too.” You paused for a moment at his words before realizing now was not the time to worry about that. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

“That. my dear detective is for you to find out, you always did enjoy the thrill of a good challenge didn’t you? I figured you would have solved my puzzle by now but since I believe in giving people a fair chance I’ll give you another clue. One of those puzzle pieces doesn’t quite belong, once you find the answer I will be waiting for you in the place we last met, don’t keep me waiting Doll.” With that the call ended, causing you to groan in frustration and toss your phone to the side. 

“I’ve had about enough of these damn games,” you huffed, rubbing your hands over your eyes. You looked through the pictures again before one in particular caught your eye. It wasn’t one of the Jigsaw crime scenes, but instead it was a picture of an older house, one that you recognized from your last murder investigation with your old partner, San. The memories slowly came back to you and that’s when it finally clicked for you, the puzzle and the reason the voice sounded so familiar to you. That was impossible though, San was dead, you had been at the hospital with him when the doctors told you there was nothing they could do. There was no way that San was still alive, and yet you would recognize his voice anywhere. Shaking your head, you grabbed your phone and stood up, calling Seonghwa and telling him to meet you at the house in question as you left your apartment and got in your car. The whole ride there you tried ignoring the feeling of dread that came over you, hoping that your intuition was wrong. 

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Seonghwa was already at the house before you got there, leaning against the wall with a blank expression. “I take it you found the answer to your riddle?” he asked as you walked past him, leading him inside. 

“As much as I hope I am wrong I think I did,” you confessed, “and if I’m right the clue we are looking for should be here somewhere.” Seonghwa stood still in the middle of the room as you frantically looked around, digging through his pocket and following your movements with his eyes. 

“This isn’t one of the crime scenes,” he pointed out, “what exactly are we looking for?”

“Jigsaw said to find him at the place we last met and this place was the only one pictured that wasn’t one of the crime scenes,” you explained. Seonghwa hummed softly at your answer, but you ignored him as you continued looking around. 

“Why here then, what’s so special about this place?” you froze for a moment at the question, an action that didn’t go unnoticed. 

“This was the last place I investigated with my first partner,” you answered, “he was shot during the investigation and I thought he was dead but I’m starting to think I was wrong.” 

“You think it’s him,” Seonghwa stated rather than asked, to which you nodded. 

“I don’t know why he would do such a thing, but it all lines up.” Seonghwa sighed and glanced down at his watch before making his way towards you. 

“I’m surprised you know, you solved the riddle faster than we thought you would, we’re a bit ahead of schedule.” His words made your blood run cold, freezing as your head turned to look at him. 

“What did you just say?”

“I’m sorry about this Y/N,” Seonghwa apologized, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a syringe, “just know I don’t make the rules, I’m just the delivery guy.” Before you could react to his words he had grabbed you and injected you with what you assumed was some kind of anesthesia, your body going limp in his hold almost immediately and your vision going black. The last thing you remember hearing was his voice and footsteps approaching before you completely lost consciousness. 

When you returned to consciousness the first thing that you noticed was that you couldn’t move. Your arms and legs were handcuffed to a chair that also appeared to be bolted to the floor so you couldn’t tip it over. Tugging at your restraints, you glanced around to find that you were in some sort of workshop, various trap parts and gadgets tossed around multiple workbenches. At the front of the room were what appeared to be security monitors, each watching different parts of the city that you could just barely make out. 

“I have to hand it to you Y/N,” a voice said from behind you, “the last detective didn’t make it nearly as far.” The sound of footsteps echoed through the room before a figure appeared in your vision, wearing a full body red and black hood. Even though his face was covered by the hood, you could feel the presence of your former partner.

“How, I thought you were dead,” you whispered, not sure what to feel at the moment. In any other circumstance you would be over the moon to know he was alive, but how were you supposed to feel knowing he was the serial killer you had been anxiously tracking down. Shock, betrayal, anger, sadness, confusion, all of these emotions swirled through your brain like an endless whirlpool, pulling you in deeper and nearly bringing tears to your eyes. 

“Everyone did,” San replied, turning away from you to face one of his work benches, “the doctors said it was a miracle, that no one thought I would make it through the night let alone make a full recovery.” You could hear him messing with something, but couldn’t see what it was, struggling to look past his shoulder as he continued talking, “I tried to find you after you know? I thought you were the only one left that cared about me, and yet even you managed to turn your back on me.” 

“I always cared about you,” you argued, “that’s why I’m trying to understand why San, why did you do this?” It was at this point that he finally turned to face you, pulling the hood back so you could see him properly. He looked almost the same as you remembered, but there was a cold gaze in his eyes that almost made him feel like a stranger. This wasn’t the warm hearted and cheerful person you used to consider a friend, he was a killer. Despite this, however, you couldn’t help yourself from falling for his familiarity, almost as if you could convince yourself the old San was still in there, somewhere. 

“You never realize just how valuable life is until you are inches away from death,” he explained, “the adrenaline and the fight to survive, it almost feels like you are being reborn. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how corrupt the world we live in truly is, because no one really knows how to appreciate the life they are given until it is nearly taken from them. You may not understand it now but trust me my methods will help make the world a better place.”

“You’re killing people because you want them to appreciate life?” you questioned, wondering if he was actually being serious. There was no way a person's mind could be that twisted, right? 

“You think I’m a killer?” San asked, not needing a verbal response since your glare was enough confirmation, “that’s where you’re wrong you know. I have not killed anyone, all of my games are survivable as long as the player has the will to fight for it. Those who failed the games basically killed themselves.” You wanted to argue that putting people in these death traps still made him a killer but he cut you off, “Seven people have won so far, seven people who had that will to live and had the chance to be reborn. They understand what it truly means to be alive and now they help me spread my message. You may not understand me now, but I really do hope that you will be the next.” 

“So what, am I the next person that gets to be put in one of your death traps then?” you groaned, tugging at your restraints. San pouted a bit but shook his head. 

“Your game began the minute you took the case from Detective Kim,” he explained, “you and I always seemed to have an understanding so I had hoped you would pick up on my clues and join without a fight, but you were far too stubborn to listen. Eventually I had to cut my losses so I had my apprentices plant fake evidence to finally get you here, it was the only way.” Your heart dropped a bit at the word apprentices, your mind immediately going back to Seonghwa and how he was the one who brought you here. 

“So you’re telling me the whole time,” you trailed off. 

“Seonghwa was working for me, yes, Mingi as well, they both survived my games and agreed to help with the cause and when you took over my case I knew I could use them to guide you in the right direction,” San explained. He took a moment to glance at a clock on the wall before sighing and making his way over to you. San rested his hands on the arms of the chair and used them to prop himself up so he was leaning over you, “As much as I have enjoyed our little chat I’m afraid we do not have much time. I really do like you Y/N so I will give you a choice. Join me and together we can help change the world for the better.”

“And if I refuse?” you challenged. 

“Well then I guess we’ll have to play a game,” he hummed, leaning away from you, “The second I walk out of this room it will lock and a timer will start. Behind you are two doors, each with a different combination, one door will lead you to the exit, and the other will lead you to me. If you choose to leave then you will be free but you will lose your chance to catch me. If you choose to come after me, then you have a chance to learn the truth at the risk of your freedom. The combinations are hidden in this room and you will have exactly one hour to find them and leave through the door of your choosing, and trust me you don’t want to know what will happen if you run out of time.” San chuckled softly before pulling away and walking behind you, “This is your last chance to accept my offer Y/N, I would hate to lose you like this.” He waited for a moment but when you didn’t respond he sighed, “Very well, let the game begin.” You felt him place something into your hand, which you quickly realized was a key, before the door slammed shut and San was gone. 

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It didn’t take you long to unlock yourself, taking a second to rub your wrists as you stood up and made your way cautiously around the room. You did your best to stay calm and not look at the clock as you examined the doors and then looked around for the combinations, which you quickly realized were hidden on his tools. The question was, do you free yourself and turn your back on the case, or do you risk it all and try to go after San. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you to just get out of there and not look back, and yet you quickly found yourself moving on autopilot. Before you could really process what you were doing, you had entered the code for the door labeled “Truth” and ran through it, stepping into a dark hallway and letting the door lock behind you. 

You took a moment to compose yourself before heading forward, placing your hands against the walls to help feel your way through the space. All the doors were locked until you came to one at the very end that was cracked open, revealing what looked to be a makeshift office space, with nothing but a desk and filing cabinet in the room. You poked your head through first, looking around for any sign of life before slowly stepping inside and making your way to the desk, only to gasp as you felt another body pin you to it. 

“I knew you would come after me,” San whispered, spinning you around so that you were facing him. Your body was pressed between his and the desk, his arms caging you on either side as your eyes locked. 

“I can’t let you get away with this,” you argued, trying to wiggle away from him but San was stronger so he held you in place. 

“Come on Doll, you and I both know that’s not why you came after me,” he teased, “maybe it was at first but if that was the case now you would be fighting me harder.” He was right, even if he was stronger you knew you could at least hold your own enough to get him away or subdue him long enough to call for help. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to actually fight him off, struggling against him enough to save your pride but not enough to actually push him off. “So tell me,” San continued, “why did you really come after me, was it because you were curious about my work? Or, was it because deep down you missed me?” Honestly, you weren’t even sure if you knew the answer, your body having reacted before your mind could catch up. 

“This isn’t right,” you argued, reaching your hands up to push at his shoulders. 

“And yet here we are,” he teased, backing up enough to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him. Your bodies pressed together and your arms instinctually made their way around his neck which made him chuckle. “I always knew you were special, you understood me in a way that no one else ever did. Stay with me, nothing will be able to come between us.” San leaned down until your lips were centimeters apart, his breath tickling your lips with every word. You tried not to give into him, knowing that this was wrong, but you also couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through you just from being near him. You had always cared for San when you two were partners, hell there was even a time where you could argue that you did have a crush on him. That was back then however, when he was the sweet and easy going detective that decorated his desk with mini plushies and would whine if you forgot to get him a pastry on your morning coffee runs. This version of San wasn’t like that, even if the allure was still there, he was cold, twisted, and a killer. 

“I can’t do this,” you argued, “you’re not the man I once cared about.” You tried to turn your head away from him, but he gripped your chin to force you to look at him. 

“Yes I am, behind all of this it is still me and I can prove that to you,” he whispered, “just let me show you.” When you shook your head again he huffed, loosening his grip for a moment before it tightened again, “Fine then, how about another game?” 

“I already won your stupid game though!” you challenged. 

“Yet you still haven’t learned,” he fought back, “the least you can do is give me a chance to convince you. If you don’t give in then I will go with you to the station and turn myself in, but if I win then you quit being a detective for good and you stay with me.” You gave him a questioning look, at this point more than positive that he had gone insane. However, if playing his dumb games meant putting an end to Jigsaw, then you were more than willing to oblige. 

“Alright fine, deal,” you reluctantly agreed. You only had a moment to register Sans smirk before he was pulling you against him again and connecting your lips. One hand stayed pressed against your back to keep you against him, while the other tangled itself in your hair, tugging slightly to get a reaction out of you. The kiss wasn’t rough or forced like you had expected, instead it was gentle and passionate, like he wanted to take his time with you. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours, and you began to slowly melt against his movements. You kissed him back and allowed him to have more control, whining softly against his lips when he tugged a bit harder at your hair. Your own hands trailed down his body, tracing his shoulders and chest for a few moments before daring to go a bit lower. San groaned as he felt you palm him over his robe, tightening his grip on your hair and deepening the kiss as his own hand reached down to grab at your thighs and your ass. 

All your resolve melted away at his touch and you found yourself giving into him completely, relishing in the way he invaded your senses. All rationality had left completely, replaced with an unusual desire as San explored your body. As desperate as he was, his touches remained soft and left you craving more whenever he pulled his hand away. San walked you back until you reached the desk, lifting you up enough to sit you on top of it and slotting himself between your thighs as he finally pulled away. You only had a second to catch your breath before you were pushed back slightly and pinned down by your hands. San hovered above you with a knowing smirk, taking a moment to enjoy your flustered expression before leaning down to whisper directly in your ear. 

“Looks like I won. Game Over!” 

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[direwombat]

tagged by @josephseedismyfather for this fine wip wedesday (tysm~ <3)

working on the damaged (aka, the jakesyb slasher au) becuase this fic holding my brain hostage in a cage. so here's a scene from later in the fic (which is to say, after syb and jacob have made their truce fucked and caught feelings) during their road trip to montana. this is a super rough rough-draft and will be edited. also. uh. trigger warning for lighthearted discussions of cannibalism (but none actually depicted, it's all hypothetical).

Sybille kicks her feet onto the dashboard, the dried mud of her boots flaking and dirtying the control panel. "I got a question for you," she says, after taking a drag and letting her arm hang lazily out the open window.

"Shoot."

"You said you's wanted for man-eatin'."

Jacob hums an affirmative.

"What part of me would you eat first?" He takes his eyes off the road just long enough to give her a [puzzled] look. When his gaze briefly flicks to the cradle of her hips, she grins and adds, "Previous meals nonwithstandin'."

He diverts his gaze back to the road and sighs thoughtfully. "I'd start with the organs. Heart, brain—" he casts her a quick side-glance "—probably not your lungs or liver."

She barks a rasping, smoker's laugh. "Wouldn't blame ya. What about the rest 'f me?"

He pauses for a moment, presses his lips in a firm line, contemplating. "Don't take this the wrong way, honey, but you're not exactly prime cut beef."

"Kinda hard to tell what other way I should take that." She takes another drag and casts him a sidelong smirk. "'Sides, weren't like you was complainin' the other night—or woulda any pussy done?"

"That's not what I—" he groans, mildly frustrated. "Look," he says, and he takes a hand off the wheel to run his knuckles down her ribs, allowing them to knock against the protruding bones and notch into the divots between them. It kind of tickles. "You're like a hare. Skin, bones, and muscle, but not much fat. Tough meat."

"Ooh, careful Mr. Hunter," she coos, the teasing sarcasm coats her voice, saccharine and honey-thick, "neg me harder 'n I might feel insecure enough to give ya a blowie." Self-satisfied pride swells in her chest as she watches the tips of his ears turn pink. "Well, fine — 'f ya had to cook 'n eat my tough meat, how'd ya do it?"

He's quiet for a long, long moment. "Stew," he eventually answers. "Take the meat from your shoulders and thighs. Tenderize ya with a mallet. Sear ya off to lock in your — uh — your juices." He coughs awkwardly and her grin widens. "Toss you in a slow cooker and let you simmer with carrots and onions or something. Bag you up, keep you in the freezer and have you as a hearty meal on a cold winter day."

There's a tenderness in the emotion to his voice. If she didn't know any better, she might've called it affection. It settles warmly in her chest and all of a sudden she feels exposed. With words alone he's cracked open her sternum. He might as well be holding her still-beating heart in his hands, and somehow, the image of him lifting it to his mouth, teeth bared and ready to take a bite, sounds more romantic than it does grizzly.

She scoffs. "Just don't forget to season me. 'F I find out you ate me without addin' any seasonin' I'm gon' haunt your ass."

He chuckles. "Got any requests?"

"You will use Slap Ya Mama cajun seasoning and nothing else."

"Heard."

She brings her cigarette to her lips and sucks in another lungful of smoke. "What 'bout trophies. Anythin' you'd keep?" she asks on the exhale.

"Your eyes," he answers, perhaps a little too quickly.

She snorts. "What, you gon' keep'em in a mason jar in that duffle?"

He shrugs. "Dunno. Don't really take trophies."

"Right, right," she waves the hand holding her cigarette dismissively. "Use the whole animal 'n shit."

"Something like that."

"Why my eyes?"

He's quiet for a long moment. "Nice shade of green."

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[angeiisa]

Nico Robin Head canons

Modern AU! I got ahead of myself its so long

My first time posting hcs please lmk what you think

Polyglot

With her love of history & culture I’m sure she’d learn many languages too.

Likes to tease her friends by bringing up gruesome facts on the regular in conversations. “Did you know brain matter was used in elixirs for immortality alchemists in the 1600s?” No robin they didn’t, but thank you for sharing.

Law & her like exchanging (often morbid) facts about the human body that they learn.

Movies she loves would be be “The craft” “Nightmare on Elm street” “Dead poet society”

Favourite books are “Frankenstein”, “Dr Jekyll & Hyde”, “The picture of Dorian Grey” & “The secret History”

Top music genres are Jazz, Metal, Emo and Melancholy. The musicians she listens to are Lana Del Rey, Sade, Florence + The Machines, Lady Gaga, Hole & Evanescence.

My caffeine queen. Drinks coffee & tea for the taste not to stay up which leads to consuming excessive amounts. Her regular coffee shop orders would be Espresso, black coffee or a spanish latte.

Has a subscription to all the NYT puzzles & never misses a day. Competes with Brook on wordle.

Definitely had Harry Potter, Narnia & Percy Jackson Phases when she was younger, spending all day & staying up late to read them. Speaking of, she got immersed into Greek mythology after Percy Jackson.

English > math

Prefers to learn about the history such as Ancient Egypt, Salem witch trials & The library of Alexandria over the curriculum. (i.e. Hitler & Tzar.)

Thought she was a Witch at 14 & practiced witchcraft. Would convince Usopp she could hex him. She also had a vampire phase & kept a necklace with vial of blood “in case of emergencies”. Usopp did not speak to her that year.

She used to babysit Luffy. Chopper is her younger cousin who she treats like her own kid. Probably plays Roblox with them & has no idea whats happening but still manages to win.

Loves slashers & sits through them with a smile. Chuckles when whoever she’s watching with jumps(often Franky or Nami).

She & Nami often have sleepovers & plan to share an apartment someday.

Should I do more?

[stillaclownlol]

Screaming into the void rn lmao

I am a chronic shitty slasher movie addict, so a slasher au is always up my alley ...I'm just finally in a fandom where it makes sense (kinda) 🤡

Tw: ...people..die, cuz...it's a slasher movie

It's at a summer camp because I love summer camps, they're so nostalgic to me even tho I went to a really fancy one and not the dumpster camp Ash is a counselor at lmao

It's her first summer there, and she's working with the rest of the gang (Tay, Tyler, Ben, and Logan). She's a dance instructor hehe, her group of kids are planning a ballet recital for the end of camp party :) But she's pissed off cuz they don't have the funds for anything nice.

Then...for some reason the camps start getting donations from , which is a little weird, but hell, Ash doesn't get paid enough to ask her boss (idk maybe Mr. Thomas) about it. But at the same time, weird shit starts happening; the phones get destroyed, finding bugs in the food supplies, or weird puzzles/messages are left around camp. Ash thinks it's some asshole kid messing around for fun :< One day, all the kids go on a field trip with a diff instructor so Ash and her friends can finally relax!

Then yknow, shit hit the fan when they find Tyler's corpse impaled on the tree. Looks like somebody pushed him, but the owners of the camp cover it up and say it's a freak accident and he just fell :/

Cue the rest of the gang quickly getting picked off in increasingly brutal/bizarre ways (sprayed with chemicals, knives to the face, they even find Logan totally massacred in a bear cave), until...it's just Ash.

Obviously seeing her friends die horribly in the span of like 2 days has done some serious damage to her psyche 💀 She's huddling in a cabin tryna call the police, but every time she tries the phone it's some creep saying how much he likes her breathing. Decides to suck it up and try to escape... *sigh* I'd love to draw a chase scene. Aiden's obsessed with her, he gave the donations since he saw how unhappy she was...and picked off all her friends because you know. Possessive much?

Kind of guy who likes to play with his victims, he does games like "hide and seek" or "where am i gonna stick the knife? :)" Definitely flirts with her as she tries to claw his neck out 🤡

But it's a final girl story, so ofc Ash wins and stabs him >:D Calls the cops using his phone and gets the hell outta dodge. Ofc, when she comes back, all the corpses are still there...except for Aiden *shrug*

Comic coming out in...the next decade presumably 💀

[soulforayandere]

Been a hot minute, hasn't it? Well here is another bit of Br0ken Fantasy art! Made by the wonderful Ozaya.

Br0ken Fantasy is a modern fantasy AU of the Yandere Otome game "Br0ken Colors"

The girl is Vee, a goblin and a friend's OC for the AU. And DG here may look human, but is actually a Skyggen. Both of their info is under the cut! (it's long)

Name: Veezgier Morgannwg (More-gon-ew)

Race: Goblin

Age: 23

Height: 4'8"

Occupation: Retail worker

Info:

Veezgier was born to an average goblin family in a rather average goblin centric community. All and all, everything in her childhood was just…average. She wasn’t sure when it started, probably around teenhood, but she just felt restless. She did little things to act out, just to add something to her life. Boing by primarily Vee, she tried to separate herself from her siblings in any way she could. She took up smoking when still in school, slept around, got arrested a couple times- it was rather surprising to everyone she even bothered to finish school. No matter what happened, Vee still felt stuck.

After school she finally had the freedom to do something drastic, moving away. She printed out lists of “most exciting cities”, and tossed a dart. It actually took a couple darts, not sure if her method was really the best idea. Still, in the end she moved to Hueväri City on her own. The move wasn’t cheap, and neither was city living. It was probably one of the first times Vee was grateful for her upbringing and being a goblin. Living a frugal life came naturally, and her people could naturally safely eat food others might turn their noses up at. Hell, her father claims molded bread was a delicacy “in the home land”, wherever he thought that was.

Now she works at a small corner grocery store, the very definition of a dead end job. It’s been 4 years and she still felt something was missing. Like her life was a puzzle and someone forgot to put in a corner piece. Yeah it could be fine without it, but just felt wrong that it was missing. She’s tried dating, but it was hard to find a guy that was both cool with a goblin and had a stomach for the slasher movies she liked. It’s become her go to now, if a guy asks her out they go to the goriest movie she can find…none have passed.

The only thing that seemed to try and fill that missing space was the local delivery guy. DG was weird, and her useless coworkers have actually refused to get deliveries from him now, something about pulling a fake gun on them. Vee didn’t care, just meant she was the one who got to work all the delivery days. DG had this air about him, it was off, maybe a little dangerous, and Vee couldn’t help herself but laugh at his morbid jokes.

Notes:

She tries to save money where she can. Thrifting most to all her clothes, buying food from the discount section, etc. But everyone has their vices, and hers are smokes and pizza. She knows if she quit smoking she’d have more money, and if she didn’t always get the large supreme pizza with extra toppings every weekend she’d have better food over the week. But fuck that! This is her life, and she was gonna enjoy the little things.

Goblin physiology allows them to eat expired or rotting foodstuffs and not get sick. Most don’t, saying the flavor alone isn’t worth it, but there are those out there who actually love the stuff.

Vee prefers to eat normal food when she can, being a bit self conscious about eating otherwise “bad” food.

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Name: N/A (goes by GD)

Race: Skyggen

Age: 26 (not really sure, so guessing)

Height: 5'11"

Occupation: Delivery Guy

Info:

A Skyggen is a magical being born of darkness, usually created by another via dark magic, and feed of of the fear and suffering they cause others. 

He doesn't remember his childhood, doesn't even remember his name. The earliest memory he has was waking up in an abandoned building and meeting a black slime that lived there. She said her name was Helen and offered him a deal. As a slime, she naturally absorbed the magic around her, but had limited mobility and couldn't go in the sun or rain. If he moved her to a safe place were she could feed off magic, and protected her, then she would bind him to her in a soul contract, granting him access to her magic and a few other benefits. Not seeing a down side to the deal, not like he had anything else going on (at least no memory of it), he took the deal. The slime gave the Skyggen the name "DG", saying he needed a name and it "just felt right". Jokingly, he now refers to her as his mother, and she doesn't object to this.

DG brought the two to Hueväri City, easily getting an apartment in the center of the worst ghetto he could find. With so much poverty and crime in the area, he could feed off the negativity and she could absorb the arrent magic rampant in back alley deals of the area. DG took up a delivery job to earn some spending money and get out of the house, even joking that's what the letters of his name meant. He worked for a big company in the area at first, but quickly became fed up with the abusive nature shown to the employees (ironic with the company logo being a smiley face). He decided he'd go into business for himself, setting up two websites. The front site was normal by all accounts, just your average Instacart clone. The second site was on the dark web, and you had to know a guy or just how to navigate the deep web to even find it. On the second site people could order illegal items and services, most commonly he's hired to transport drugs, weapons, people or body parts all over the city.

Getting restless in his new day to day, DG has taken to "hunting" at night to get his thrills. This is how he met Damon, and instead of another victim he found a friend and partner in killing. He's had his run-ins with the law, some of them ending in his death, but a perk to his deal with his mother is conditional immortality. As long as she's safe and alive, and has absorbed enough magical energy, she can reform his body. Due to this, DG attacks with reckless abandon, not fearing death.

Notes

DG cannot feel physical pain. He's not sure if it's always been that way, or if it's due to his constant rebirth via his "mother".

Like other Skyggen, he doesn't bleed blood. While it can have the consistency of blood, it's more like thick nearly coagulated blood, and black as ink. He also heals from physical injury faster than normal people. If he were to lose a limb, his mother could help him regrow it.

When DG gets bord, he loves to mess with people. Scaring them or tormenting them to feed off the negative energy. If he's not up to that or just doesn't have the time, he'd settle for just braking random shit to entertain himself. There is a special innocent fun to tossing small glass things into walls and dumpsters from grate distances. (like from his apartment window)

One method he uses to find victims to kill is crossdressing as a women and pretending to seduce them to get them alone. While it started off as a bit, he found he actually enjoyed it and now just cross-dresses for the fun of it. If some dude tries to harass him (either for sex or cuz they realized he's a guy), they become his next victim.

He likes smiley faces, developing the habit of doodling them when he's upset. It was the original reason he worked for the delivery company with a smile logo, but that turned out to be a mistake.

He enjoys cooking, but if left to his own devices the food tends to get weird. At first it started off normal, like pineapple on pizza, but after realizing his immortality extended to eating, he started getting more "creative" with his creations.

His "mother" can get stir-crazy herself and request DG take her out and about from time to time. He's very protective of her, partly due to her being the key to his immortality, and partly due to his devotion to the mother-son role he's given them. Being a slime, she's situationally mute to most (only those highly sensitive and usually well trained in magic can communicate via pure magic like she does), so she's purely dependent on DG to care for them both. He does bring her out for walks, having a large hiking bag she can hide in to stay safe during their adventures, but usually he'd bring her gifts and sweets from the outside to make her feel better without having to risk going out.

Due to feeding off negativity, he's a hardcore sadist. That being said, he can have a heart and be caring to someone, they just really have to earn it. (so far this is just Helen and Damon)

[thezaniko1]

This was the au I was planning to release, also the characters are still in progress for the moment so I'm just gonna tell you the whole thing

Behold! SMH AU

also known as "super meme heroes" where everything and everyone is saved from them

But wait! Who's them?

Well our main character smg4 and his crew will save all of us from the most evil villain league known to all

The v mods!

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Who are the heroes, anti heroes, citizens and villain's?

Well.....

The heroes of Gm city:

Smg4 (super meme 4)

Smg1 (meme guard 1)

Smg2 (meme zero 2)

Meggy (splatZ)

Mario (red M)

Well if there's a hero there will be also an anti heroes:

Smg3 (anti meme 3)

Bob ( the slasher B)

Karen ( Cathena)

The citizens of GM city:

Melony

Tari

Swag

Chris

Luigi

Shroomy

Desti

Mr monitor

Kaizo

Saiko

Axol

And the rest of the smg4 characters that i didn't place on the 3 roles (well I might change this later)

The villain's:

Smg0 (zero)

Wren (sliver shot)

Belle (anti meta)

Mr puzzles (puzzle vision)

Short story:

Everything was in peace back then in GM city, all of the citizens are enjoying their life. But something just happened when an unknown mad man tried to destroy our city for no reason at all and why.....when suddenly two great heroes tried to save us all from that monster and it was none other than meme guard 1 and meme zero2....i thought they are just in fairytales and stuff but I saw it in my own eyes that they are real.....

*Timeskip*

And that is why I was chosen to be super meme 4

The end....

[can-of-pringles]

Not To Be Forgotten

(gif by @phantom-evil​ because Tumblr couldn’t find it in the gif search)

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None except a bit of angst, other than that it's pretty much fluff

Word Count: 3k

Summary:

He didn’t know why he stayed or how Dr. Brenner had convinced him to follow. His burning curiosity grew too strong at that moment, he assumed. If he wasn’t careful, his emotions would get the better of him. 

Notes: (PLEASE NOTE) This is a prequel to my other Stranger Things fanfic, Similarities. It takes place in the same AU. An AU of mine where Peter Ballard/Henry Creel is Eleven's bio father. I wrote this after writing Similiarites because of finding one scene after that might be evidence of Henry Creel/001 being there when Eleven is born. Technically, it doesn't matter which one you read first, but I'd suggest reading Similarities first simply because you'd understand more why there are a few potential plot holes in it due to this fanfic. But like I said, this was written after, and I tried avoiding plot holes as much as I could. Though I think a little bit of error is fine if the Duffers are allowed to completely forget Will's birthday... anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Henry is 24 years old in this.

Forgive me if there’s any mistakes, I tried posting this to Tumblr like 3 times smh.

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He didn’t know why he stayed or how Dr. Brenner had convinced him to follow. His burning curiosity grew too strong at that moment, he assumed. If he wasn’t careful, his emotions would get the better of him. Henry Creel, or Peter Ballard as he was called now, currently waited in some sort of medical facility. He knew it was connected to the lab, but it wasn’t the same as the standard buildings. He wasn’t sure how long he had been waiting by himself, but minutes seemed to drag on; causing his mind to wander. He started thinking about the conversation he’d had with Dr. Brenner earlier.

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(Previously) “Peter,” Peter saw Brenner trying to get his attention. “Come with me, please.” He instructed. Peter let out a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding. He forced a smile and nodded. His mind, always thinking the worst, ran through the several reasons why he could receive a punishment. But none of them made sense. He hadn’t done anything wrong that he could think of. Or at least, nothing that Brenner had noticed. Despite his bitterness, he mostly followed Brenner’s rules. Though that was for avoiding punishments and other consequences. He hated how much control the man had over him. He followed Brenner from the rainbow room into a hallway, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. “May I ask... what have I done wrong?” He asked hesitantly, as he and Brenner walked side by side. There was always a chance that punishment would worsen by asking the ‘wrong’ question, but it didn’t stop him this time. The older man gave him a puzzled look. “Nothing, nothing is wrong... in fact, it’s the opposite.” Peter remained silent in his confusion. “We’re expecting another addition to our family in the lab,” Brenner continued. Peter felt his stomach turn as he watched the man smile at the news. He despised it when Brenner referred to his experiments and subjects as a family. He hadn’t had a great perspective of what a family was supposed to be like, but he knew it wasn’t this. “You mean another subject?” Peter asked. He didn’t understand why Brenner was making a big deal out of this. Yes, Peter would be informed whenever there would be a new subject, but Brenner rarely pulled him aside to talk about it for this long. “In other words, yes,” he answered. “Today will be their birthday.” “A lab-born one...?” Peter thought. He secretly felt a bit of sympathy for the ones who didn’t know life beyond the lab. Peter continued walking, albeit slower. “Why did you ask me to walk with you?” He asked. Something in him felt more daring that day, hence the speaking up more and the questions. Daring? Or just foolishness... Henry could think about that later. “Because I figured you’d want to be involved,” Brenner said. “Be there for the moment,” Peter said nothing in response but noticed the knowing look Brenner was giving him. Hinting. “So, you mean...” Peter trailed off. For some reason, he couldn’t finish the sentence. Maybe because he was secretly scared to get an answer for the things he avoided thinking about. Brenner didn’t give him a verbal response but continued looking at him in a way that answered his suspicions. Peter swallowed nervously and glanced away as they continued walking. Deep down, he already knew what Brenner had meant by that, but assumed that he didn’t want to have it verbally considered ‘on the record’, for whatever reason. Probably to potentially manipulate him. To tell him later on that he was crazy or delusional for believing that Brenner had confirmed it. Peter fidgeted with his hands until Brenner glanced at him. He stuck them in his pockets. He hated how pathetic he was when he felt nervous. It made him feel weak like he was just as susceptible to his emotions as every other human. One thing that helped distance him from them was to analyze his feelings. His nerves almost felt humorous if he looked at it from a logical standpoint. He’d been through worse. So why was this the reaction he was getting? Maybe it was normal to be feeling this way because of the current situation. It’s not like he had other life experiences to compare it to. He hated feeling unprepared. “Peter?“ He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Brenner. He really needed to stop spacing out. “I’m feeling especially nice, so I will give you a choice, One,” Brenner said, calling him by his lab number. Since it was just the two of them, it didn’t really matter what he called him. However, Peter almost recoiled at the sound of it. He already felt less than an actual person, but only being called a number, not even a real name, made it worse. “Choice?“ “The choice to be there and witness, or to go back to the rainbow room.” Brenner continued.

Now he understood why Brenner had called him over. They stood outside another set of doors. Peter didn’t know why Brenner was being so generous suddenly. Well, as generous as he could be. Was this a trick? If so, it was a strange one. He considered his offer. Throughout his whole life at the lab, Peter didn’t get choices often. He usually just had to accept whatever Brenner did with him. So whatever decision he made about this would be crucial. Technically, it wouldn’t hurt to just be there. In all honesty, his curiosity grew. He had always been a curious person. It was probably what drove him. “So?“ Brenner waited for his response. Peter remained silent as he thought about it. When he finally decided on his answer, he spoke. “Yes.” “Good, I think this will be a great experience for all of us,” Brenner said. “All of us?“ He repeated. Not because he didn’t understand, but he wanted to know specifics. “Terry Ives is the mother,” Peter nodded shortly. He slightly remembered her. They had maybe one or two brief interactions between them in the past. Nothing more than a quick ‘hi’ or passing each other by in the hallway. They had both been test subjects. One of them volunteered, and the other didn’t have a choice. That was all. “So... when do we go in there?“ Peter asked, absentmindedly fidgeting with his sleeve. “Soon,” he replied. “Oh...“ Peter murmured, frustrated that Brenner wouldn’t tell him the details. “As for what to do right now, you need to suit up.“ Peter would’ve scoffed at that if he knew it wouldn’t have ended in punishment. The certain words people used to describe things didn’t really make sense. Though when did people ever make sense? Why would there be any suiting up? There was a baby in the process of being born, not some sort of fight. Henry understood he was out of his depth a bit, but he wasn’t clueless. “I mean, wear medical garb,” Brenner added. “Oh.” He thought. “Course.” “But where do I—“ “It’s folded up on a shelf in the medical ward behind these doors,“

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Peter realized his mind needed to stop wandering and focus, especially right now. Time had passed, and he had been brought into the delivery room. He had to admit; that he had been through plenty of overwhelming experiences, but this was on a whole other level. He wasn’t even going through anything himself, and yet he still internally cringed. Peter felt awkward just standing there watching, feeling out of place. Though when did he not feel out of place? But he didn’t know what else he could do. He definitely wasn’t medically qualified to make medical decisions and give instructions. Maybe being there was a mistake. Time felt stuck in between being frozen and feeling like everything was going too fast; something that Peter didn’t appreciate. At least he could maintain his calm and collected persona. The feeling of time being out of control settled once it was done. Peter watched as Terry briefly interacted with her newborn daughter. Several emotions went through his head. He couldn’t identify most of them, however, the one that was probably familiar to him the most was jealousy. He knew it was absolutely ridiculous, but couldn’t control it. Why did he feel so strongly about this? He knew he was acting so immature. Peter felt ashamed. Maybe pushing his feelings down would help. Hopefully, Brenner hadn’t noticed him clenching his jaw. In reality, his emotions didn’t matter, because soon he’d have to pretend to not even know about her; about the child. Henry hesitated, calling her ‘his child’ in his mind. Technically, yes, she was, but he didn’t even know her, really. Something in his mind clicked. By Brenner allowing him to see her be born, and then probably never letting them interact in the future, that was the real punishment. “It was a trick, after all.“ He thought. Why hadn’t he seen it before?

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They had sent him back to work in the rainbow room after watching his estranged daughter’s birth. He had been forced out rather quickly, not even getting the chance to hold her. Not that he had even thought about it. Not seriously, at least. “Peter,” Brenner said. “What could he possibly want now?“ He thought. “Yes?” Peter politely answered. “I have something to show you,” He tried hiding his confusion and almost-turned annoyance. “Okay,” he said. Peter reluctantly followed him once again. He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the familiar infirmary and then related rooms after. He felt hope in his chest after seeing a sign reading ‘nursery’ on the door they were walking towards. Weird reaction in his opinion. “Why are you acting like this?“ With the key in his hand, Brenner unlocked the nursery door. He warned Peter to be quiet and signaled for him to follow. They walked past cribs, some of which were empty at the moment. They stopped in front of a particular one. Forgetting his usual calm mask, Peter’s eyes betrayed him; revealing his surprise once he recognized the infant laying in the crib. She was here at the lab’s nursery. The baby he saw delivered. His daughter. “I don’t understand...” Peter’s voice was quiet. “Why isn’t she with her mother?” He turned to look at Brenner. There were some things that Peter had missed out on learning, but even he knew it wasn’t ideal to remove an infant from their mother. Especially one hours old. “She’s... out of the picture now,” he answered vaguely. Peter didn’t know why he felt a pang of concern at hearing that. He glanced away and held back a frown. “Why did you bring me here?” He questioned. “I thought perhaps you’d like some more time with her, it’s only fair,” Brenner said. “Why is he acting like this?“ Peter thought. He knew there had to be some cruel motives at play, but he wasn’t sure how. He’d like to think after knowing the man all these years, he’d solved the riddle that was his mind. But there were still things he couldn’t figure out. Without thinking more, he said yes. Was he foolish to quickly accept? Probably. Did he care right then? No. He could deal with the consequences later. Brenner left without another word but showed the key in his hand; indicating that he’d be right outside the door. Peter scolded himself for the way he’d been acting; practically irrational. He snapped out of his self-deprecating thoughts once he heard the small noises coming from the newborn. Peter stared at her, noticing how dark her brown eyes were. A contrast to his pale blue eyes. But that didn’t mean he didn’t see any similarities between them. One thing that stood out to him was the shape of their noses were alike, among other things. Peter found himself cautiously and slowly reaching his hand out, almost as if he was afraid something would happen. He didn’t know why he wanted to; he could’ve stopped himself at any time, could’ve left the room early, but something compelled him to stay. Her tiny hand moved toward his fingers, and she grabbed them. Peter didn’t immediately move his hand away like he thought he would. “You’re interesting to me, and I’m not sure why...” He confessed. He could say how he truly felt at that moment. Who would even know? It’s not like she could tell anyone. And surveillance didn’t pick up audio. She made another tiny noise in response. He gently touched a bit of hair she had on her head. It felt soft and fuzzy to the touch. Peter was never the type of person to find things cute, except maybe spiderlings, depending on his mood. It came as a shock to him to get those similar feelings as a response to her. He tried convincing himself that it meant nothing. It was just his brain’s wired instincts to find her cute. Simple biology and science. So then, why did it feel like more than that? Despite all of his inner thoughts telling him not to, Peter went against them and carefully picked her up.

At first, he gently held her up and at arm’s length. She didn’t squirm like he thought she would. He had some experience holding infants before. Brief childhood memories of younger distant relatives came to mind. But it had been a long while, showed by how awkward he felt at first. Peter managed to get a proper hold of her. Luckily, she didn’t fuss once. In fact, she was quite quiet compared to other babies he’d been around before. She felt so small in his arms. Her brown eyes stared into his. He suddenly understood what people meant when they’d describe his stare as ‘intense’. “I guess we’re more alike than I realized...” He spoke. Peter never felt so conflicted in his life until now. Realistically, he knew he should feel nothing but resentment while looking at her. Bitterness at how she was a symbol of the lack of choice he had over his life. If he could call what he had a life. But he knew it was more complicated than that. She hadn’t asked to be there, and neither did he. That gave them an emotional kinship of sorts. None of this was her fault. He knew he should’ve despised her, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. Instead, he felt a rare feeling of fondness. Peter sighed. “This is wrong, wrong and you know it.” He thought. At least, that’s what he had always taught himself. He couldn’t believe his own heart was betraying him. Human emotions and their ways. The soft feelings he felt increased when she had a tiny smile on her face. “You are going to get attached, stop before it’s too late.” Peter suddenly remembered he was on borrowed time when he heard Brenner talking with someone outside. He gently placed her back in her crib. “I guess this is a goodbye, for now, at least,” he said. His stare broke, and he glanced back up when he heard Brenner opening the door. Peter stood with his posture straight and his hands neatly folded, hoping he didn’t look too suspicious. “Your time is up, Peter,” Brenner said. “Yes, sir,” he murmured. As he followed Brenner out, he sneaked a glance over his shoulder at her one last time. He felt genuine disappointment when he saw her reaching her little hands out toward him.

---

Peter came back to visit a couple of days later on his own in secret. It was either a smart decision or a foolish one, or maybe somehow both. He was risking punishment by seeing her again, but somehow got the feeling that it was worth it. Perhaps he was going soft, or she just... influenced him. Peter had more important things to focus on than that. Being an orderly allowed him to have access to many keys. Despite not having a specific key to the nursery, Peter discovered one room he had access to, shared locks with it. He didn’t know if it was just coincidence or sheer luck, but he felt grateful either way. What was originally a second visit turned into multiple secret visits. He knew he was acting on impulse rather than straight-up logic, but something kept telling him to keep coming back. Peter would usually try to sneak away once people weren’t around. He had quickly learned her routine as well and would wait for when there wouldn’t be a nurse or nanny tending to her. Peter knew that physically, her health was their top priority, which eased some of the stress he had been experiencing. Worrying about someone other than himself originally felt foreign, but he was getting used to it. Most of the time, he’d visit her in the evening, right before she was supposed to sleep for the night. Peter couldn’t do much except observe her, but there would be times when he’d let his guard down more and just talk to her. He knew she obviously couldn’t say anything in response, but for some reason, it would calm him to talk about pointless stuff with her. Peter would mainly tell her about what he did that day, or about random facts about spiders while she would hold onto his hand. Occasionally if he was in a particularly bitter mood, he’d vent to her. He couldn’t remember the last time when he could genuinely speak his mind. Spending time with her significantly calmed him down. In fact, it quickly became his favorite part of the day. So at least there was an actual benefit to this and not just... wholesome feelings. That’s how he tried to justify it in his mind. Besides the one-sided conversations, he’d watch her sleep. Sometimes she didn’t feel real to him, which he knew didn’t make any sense. Especially since he always watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing. Recently, Peter had gotten a strange feeling that something would happen to her. It almost made him paranoid. What if Brenner decided to do something to her? Take her away somehow. Peter would never admit it, but over time, he had become protective over her. As he kept coming back to visit, the worried voices in his head quieted down. Nothing had happened so far. Maybe it was all in his mind.

---

As per usual, Peter snuck away to the nursery. He slipped the key into the doorknob and unlocked it. Peter walked in and closed the door as quietly as he could. He made his way to his usual place by her crib. He froze. She wasn’t in her crib. He felt that dreaded feeling in the pit of his stomach. After a somewhat stressed search with no results, he froze again. It was like she had never even existed. All evidence of her being there was gone. No explanations. He knew she had been real. Peter saw her birth, he saw her sleeping in her crib; he held her in his arms. He hadn’t imagined any of it. His mind raced, looking for an explanation when it finally found one. “Brenner must have moved her elsewhere...” Peter’s thoughts began to spiral. Had Brenner found out about him seeing her again? If so, how long did he know? How long did he let it go on? He bit his lip and fidgeted with his hands. “Why are you getting upset? You knew this could happen, would happen.” “You were warned this whole time, it’s your fault for ignoring the signs.” “Never should’ve gotten attached in the first place.“ “This was the punishment all along.“ “You, are a fool, Henry.” He felt his heart sink. Not having any choice, Peter sighed and left the room in silence. He ignored how his throat stung from holding back any tears.

---

After the incident, he’d still check to see if somehow she would be back where he’d last seen her. Peter stopped coming back to the room once he realized she wouldn’t return. He would’ve tried searching for her elsewhere. Realistically there had to be other nurseries somewhere else, hidden from him, but Brenner had been keeping a close eye on him. With Brenner keeping him on a tight leash, it felt impossible. Sometimes at night while he would be sleeping, his mind would dream about her. There were times occasionally when he didn’t want to wake up and face reality, but he was forced to. Despite time passing, Peter never once forgot about her. Deep down, he hoped they’d be able to see each other again; one day.

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

❝ ❤ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 🔪 ❞

Slasher oc x BlackFem!oc

⇸The following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ ♥︎

⇸ Paring - Slasher oc [@BUNII_ on Twitter] x Reader!oc

⇸ ⚠️ Warning/Genre ⚠️ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.

⇸ Quick Sum up: ❝A rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.❞

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↳ Paranoid ↲

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Stranger. Before now that's what he was supposed to be, and has been for what felt like forever. A person who is unknown or unfamiliar. Merely an alias used by his doll, his Babydoll.

He checked their chat. She was still asleep. Soundly and safely from the unknown. His rival in this sick game of Connect the Dots. Furthering his suspicions as to who was targeting her, he knows there's but so much time hanging over her head the more he kills. Laying out the pieces of the puzzle.

It leaves a metallic taste in his mouth. The taste of blood. An old meat packaging plant. Stranger took to the back fence, freshly cut by bolt cutters. They left footprints leading inside. It wreaked of decaying flesh, the machinery rusted and falling apart.

Meat hooks hang from the ceiling, the cow carcasses left to be mauled by maggots. There's no one. Silence. Despite that he kept his guard up, hunter's knife secure in his right hand. A real stranger wouldn't put themselves on the line for someone they didn't know. A real stranger would turn a blind eye to other's misfortunes, other's pain.

After all, she didn't. Not once was he left to fend for himself. His bright light at the end of the tunnel. His angel with a shotgun. Twunk- he threw his knife into a cinder block pillar.  Conveniently, his knife hit a note. Creased paper scrawled in frantic handwriting his vision narrows to that of a pinprick, seething at what was written.

Stranger yanks his knife from the pillar shoving the note in his pocket. But there was movement above him. Running. The main stairs are too predictable. His heart rate slowed, unbeating almost. Zeroing in on a room, he opens it stabbing the unknown. Or so he thought. Their jugular long deceased, eyes glazed over in grey.

Police lights spill through the shattered windows.

"Fuck!"

The unknown is playing him like a fiddle, trying to throw him off his scent. There's little to no evidence suggesting that the unknown will strike again though they almost did Stranger in with his "Suprise Guest".

Linked to the last killing that took place near Babydoll's house was the dead body he mistakenly struck down. She was an escaped victim. Around the same time that psychos' body was taken away by the Sheriff's department. But it doesn't make sense. Why stage a meeting when the cops knew the location of the missing survivor?

Easy. It was a ploy to get him caught. More of those will continue to happen the more he noses around. The unknown wants them both. The Stranger and his Babydoll. Cleaning his knife, he sucks his teeth removing his sweatshirt. Taste of blood. Anger. Was it so unusual to want to finally have control over who lives and dies?

She fought so he wouldn't have to.They both did. Why was it like a bad dream? Just when he has his closure why was this happening? He checked his phone again. Her name appears. Babydoll. His Babydoll.

He pulls the crumbled note from his pocket, stabbing it onto his crime board. Stranger. That's what he was supposed to be. Her Stranger.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

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[jovialsnerdzone]

Hello!

I remember you talking about the Slasher AU idea for Mr puzzles! Do you have anymore stuff about the AU?

I really love the idea .I love slasher movies, and to see it mixed with Mr puzzles is a perfect idea!!

OOOOOOOH thank you SO MUCH for asking!!!! I’ve been slowly developing this AU in my mind recently, I have so many ideas for it and how it’s gonna function. I’m honestly so happy that people are interested in it, I’m more than happy to share some of the ideas I have for it!

OK SO, this will mainly be about Mister Puzzles since he’s the most fleshed out character so far:

I’m sure this is probably obvious, considering it’s a SLASHER AU specifically, but Mister Puzzles’ prime focus is in horror cinema.

In this AU he is fully human, but he still looks like somewhat of a TV head. He wears a modified 1960s TV over his head as his mask - a good slasher killer isn’t complete without an iconic mask, after all.

He’s also significantly younger than my usual interpretation of Mr. Puzzles (in this AU, he’s in his early 30s)

His primary weapon is a saw. Of course, he uses other weapons - whatever would be best for each kill - but the saw is his favorite and his default.

He will REFUSE to show his real face on camera, ever. The most you’ll ever see is his one eye peeking out from a crack in his screen.

^namely, if he somehow loses his TV mask (it breaks and falls off his head or the screen shatters) and the camera is on him, he will drop whatever he is doing to shield his face.

His backstory is mostly similar in canon, except for one very large change : he never cut his head off and replaced it with the tv. But what he HAD done is murder his own father in a cold rage after they had gotten into a harsh fight. He then fled the scene, retreating to that isolated cabin that the film would take place in, and has been living off the elements and the television ever since. Somehow he found a way to get electricity to that area and has experienced the world through the TV.

It was through the television that he learnt of the SMG4 crew. At first glance, he didn’t really care - it just looked like some stupid kid’s channel, anyway. But then he kept watching. And he learnt about them. What they had that he didn’t. They had the friendship, the community, the fame that he always longed for. This caused a complete mental break in him, causing him to break the television in his rage. It took him days of angry outbursts and grieving until he came up with his idea - to create his very own slasher film starring them.

And now, for some little miscellaneous dumps about the other characters! (TW FOR MILD MENTIONS OF CHARACTER DEATH, NOT IN DETAIL)

“So, what’s their role in this AU?” It’s a little similar to canon! They’re a famous YouTube/TV group that goes on wacky adventures and whatnot. This AU is much more rooted in reality though, so the goofiness is much more staged.

I didn’t include the entire crew into this AU, but currently the ones that are included are: SMG4, SMG3, Meggy, Tari, Saiko, and Mario. This lineup might change, but Meggy, Tari, and the SMGs are staying.

All of them are going to represent different slasher movie archetypes in some way or another (EX. The Jock, the Final Girl, etc). I’m still working out who fits what archetype, but Meggy is going to be the final girl.

The order of who dies goes as follows: Tari, then Saiko, then Mario, then SMG3, and then possibly SMG4… his fate is still somewhat undecided. Meggy lives to the end.

And that’s it for now!! Again this idea is a MASSIVE work in progress and idk if I’m ever gonna do anything with it LMAO but the concept is there. Thank you again for asking & I hope you have a great day!

[roswellwrites]

Kinktober Day 7 Fill - Role Reversal

Pairing: Michael Myers/Reader (M/?)

Tags: Slasher x Reader, Michael Myers x Reader, Michael Myers, AU where the reader is the one locked up in Smith’s Grove and dear sweet Michael is the nurse, a fairly graphic description of a murder, also reader is technically kept gender neutral with the exception of putting on a female nurse’s uniform so like interpret it however i guess

Word Count: 909

Smith’s Grove Sanitarium was, in a word, bleak.

It was white walls, white rooms, and white floors, wrapped neatly into one large, concrete building.

You had arrived two months ago, had witnessed a lot in your short time there, neglect, malpractice, and cruelty. You had been poked, prodded, diagnosed, and diagnosed again. 

The staff at Smith’s Grove was a revolving door of new nurses and orderlies, the fact of the matter being that most of them weren’t prepared for what they would see when they stepped through the doors.

A new face -his name was Michael, you would later learn- had caught your eye immediately.

He was tall, well built and attractive, his short, curly brown hair falling nearly into his eyes as he ducked his head to inspect his clipboard. The uniform he wore was too tight, you noticed, stretched taut over his broad chest, the sharp definition of his muscles and collarbone beneath the scrubs taking you back instantly to a field trip you took in high school where you had seen the statue of Michaelangelo’s David in an upscale art museum.

Michael himself was angelic even under the fluorescent lighting of the common room, the glowing brilliance of the bulb behind his head forming a halo of light that illuminated his dark curls. It was easy to imagine him then, outside these concrete walls, smiling and laughing in the sunshine, more beautiful than words could describe.

You rested both elbows on the table, hands on your cheeks as you watched him from your spot in the corner. How dreamy, you mused.

He had walked by you, giving you his usual friendly grin as he leaned in close to shuffle around a few pieces of the puzzle you had been working on. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as he drew near, could feel your heart beating in your chest. 

He was so cute you could just cut him to bits.

It had been easy to find his address after getting past the guards, and you stood now, wiping the blood off your hands and onto your sweatpants with his file in hand.

Idiots. You should have never been able to take out four armed guards.

Who brings a glass bottle into a place like this anyway?

Your thoughts were interrupted as the woman beneath you whimpered. You had pointed the guard’s gun at her from across the desk, sizing her up and demanding she strip. After all, there was no way you were going to make it out of the building soaked in as much blood as you were wearing currently.

The woman -Maggie, her name tag had read- had followed your orders tearfully, removing her uniform and placing it on the desk as directed. She gave a scream when you tackled her, hitting her head hard on the tiled floor and going limp for a moment as if stunned.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him,” you grinned, gun now safely stored in the snug waistband of your sweatpants. Your fingers were shredded by now where they were wrapped around the long shard of glass, but as you leaned over the woman, you found that you weren’t in any pain. “You think you’re slick? You think you stand a chance with him?”

“With who?” The woman sobbed. She had already given up on struggling now, pinned beneath you, bare with the exception of her bra and underwear. “Wh-who are you t-talking about?”

“Why, Michael, of course!” You cooed, bringing one hand to your cheek. “You were wrong to flirt with him. We’re in love, haven’t you heard?”

The nurse’s face twisted in dismay as she jerked upwards, trying in vain to buck you off with tears streaming from her eyes. “Please, you don’t have to do this,” she cried, back arching desperately beneath you. 

You laughed at this, a sudden sharp sound that had the nurse flinching under you. “You really think I’d come this far and not finish the job? You must not have read my file,” you teased, bringing your makeshift weapon high above your head then. You could feel the grin stretching across your blood drenched face as her eyes went comically wide beneath you.

The first thrust of your weapon was efficient as you found what you were looking for, her severed carotid artery exploding across your face as you held her struggling body down with your free hand.

The second stab was finishing the job, your heart hammering in your chest as her body went still beneath yours.

You moved to the staff bathroom then, washing your face and changing your clothes, pulling your bloodied hair back and away from your face. You smiled brightly as you worked to make yourself presentable, entirely unbothered by the flickering of the overhead light, humming as you righted yourself.

“Tonight’s the night, tonight’s the night,” you sang as you exited the restroom, excited now as you stepped over the nurse’s corpse, the pool of blood beneath her body spreading impossibly further. “Oh, did you hear that, Maggie?” You said, turning to the body with a smile. You spun once, arms outstretched, before crouching down beside the messy cadaver, cupping one hand to your mouth as if sharing a great secret. “Tonight is the night I finally get to see Michael outside of these horrible walls!”

You wondered if he had saved you any candy.

It was Halloween night after all.

[ti-bae-rius]

Rafael and Max QSA fic

Lightwood-Bane kids fic (mundane AU) – based loosely off @khaleesiofalicante‘malec parent-teacher meeting headcanons’. It’s also very queer-positive and I hope you enjoy. Also yes some ages are weird and yes I did totally manip some canon to make this work but eyyy all in the spirit of the AU. 

“Who was that guy with Max at the parent-teacher conference?”

Rafael looked up from his lunch quizzically. Frickin’ Capri Suns. Who designed those flimsy little straws?

“Huh?” he asked.

He and his friends had claimed a table in the cafeteria and, as ninth graders, none of the younger middle schoolers ever encroached on their territory. Beside him was his childhood best friend, Alex, but the other guys – Ethan and Zabi – he’d only met recently through soccer try-outs.

“My brother is in class with Max,” Zabi told him. “You know, Hakim? He said your dad was there with Max and a tall guy wearing loads of rings.”

“Oh,” Rafael said, understanding, and took a bite of his stir fry. Magnus made the best stir-fry, with broccoli and baby corn. He was pretty sure Max had spent the morning waiting for the lunch bell just like him. “That’s my papa.”

“What?” Zabi asked, looking jealously at Rafe’s lunch.

“So, like, you know my dad – he picks me up from soccer practise – and then there’s my papa and he works late but he’ll be at the game next weekend. You’ll meet him at our parent-teacher conference on Friday anyway.”

“He has two dads,” Alex clarified, not looking up from his comic book. He was on the last issue of The Vision and refused to be disturbed by trivialities like food, especially since he – like Zabi – had cafeteria lunch and today’s mac and cheese resembled neither of the titular ingredients.

“But your dad doesn’t look gay,” Ethan said and Rafe’s brows furrowed.

“How do you ‘look gay’?” he asked, making sarcastic air quotes with his fingers. “You can’t tell if someone’s gay by looking at them, dude.” While he was pre-occupied, Zabi’s hand shot out and Rafael batted it away. “Don’t even think about it. This stir fry is my life, Zee.”

“But, like, you play soccer,” Ethan said and Rafe stared at him in confusion.

“Yeah?”

“But your dads are gay.”

“Yeah?”

“So…they let you play sports? Like, you don’t have to do theatre or whatever.”

Rafael rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know where to start with that. That was like you were trying to win a game of homophobia bingo.”

“It’s not homophobic,” Zabi protested. “You just don’t seem like the type to like guys.”

“I’m not gay,” Rafael explained, painstakingly slowly. “My parents are.”

“But they’ll probably make you gay too,” Zabi said, with a conviction Rafe almost admired in its boldness.

“Oh my God, is Alex the lucky guy?” Ethan laughed and Rafael stood up, packing up his food and pushing his chair back. “Hey,” Ethan called. “Where are you doing, man? We’re just kidding. Don’t be all dramatic.”

“I don’t want to talk to you guys right now,” Rafe said, sounding frustrated. “You’re being idiots. I’m gonna eat lunch someplace else. Alex?”

From behind his comic, Alex was flushed red and his eyes were wide and imploring behind their glasses. “Come on, Rafe,” he said quietly. “Sit back down.”

“Are you serious?” Rafael half-laughed, but Alex looked away sheepishly. “Whatever. And I have a lot of homework, so you can’t come over tonight after soccer.”

Shoving his juice in the garbage, Rafael began the task of scanning the cafeteria for his brother. Luckily, it wasn’t difficult.

Max was, Rafael believed, something of a disco ball; attention-grabbing, a hallmark of a good party, and sure to be a talking point wherever he went. This might have been at least in part due to his blue-dyed hair, that or his tendency to pull people along with him to partake in some kind of adventure. To Max, everything was an adventure and as much as Rafael pretended he was too cool to play games with his little brother, climbing fire escapes to snoop on college film classes to see movies for free was kind of badass. It was fun to be part of Max’s adventures, especially when they involved scaring themselves stupid watching slasher flicks through windows with the wind whistling behind them all the way home like the breath of the crazed killers in the movies.

Now, at lunch, Max was currently attempting to charm a girl from his class called Mina by clumsily juggling three apples. One fell and rolled under the table, disrupting his rhythm, and he surrendered with a grin of defeat. He ducked under the table to get the lost apple, laughing at himself along with Mina and his friends. He didn’t even see his older brother approach.

“Max, come over here.”

Max turned and glared at Rafael.

“I’m busy,” he said, before darting his gaze pointedly to Mina.

“Too bad, this is important,” Rafael responded. Max sighed and got to his feet, reaching his hands out to his friends dramatically as if grasping for help. Rafe rolled his eyes and beckoned Max over to a quiet corner of the lunch hall to talk. When he was satisfied they weren’t going to be overheard, Rafael started speaking.

“Did your friends say anything about Dad and Papa after your parent-teacher night?”

Max gave a puzzled look. “I…don’t think so? We haven’t talked about it really. Everyone has been talking about the fact Anjali’s parents bought her a macbook for passing the finals.”

“Jesus, maybe we should try and get adopted by them,” Rafael said, shaking his head. “What twelve year old needs a macbook?”

“Um, me hopefully?” Max said, and Rafe shushed him.

“That’s not the point. The point is that people are talking in my grade. Ethan is being a real jerk about it.”

Max wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Why?”

“I don’t know, but I want to find out if I just have bad taste in friends or if our school sucks generally. Try and find out whether your group has any issues.”

“What then?” Max asked, wide-eyed. “Are we gonna, like, beat them up?”

“What? No,” Rafe said, confused.

“Oh good, because I’m obviously very here for sticking up for Dad and Papa but I’m really more of a pacifist than…”

“Yeah, I got it,” Rafael interrupted. “I gotta go. I’ll meet you later to walk home.”

“Don’t you have soccer? You always walk with Alex after soccer.”

“Not today,” Rafael said grimly. He glanced over at the table where Max’s friends were sat. “That Mina?” he asked and Max nodded. “Good luck. Tell her she has cool shoes. They have Adventure Time characters on. Dredge up anything you remember from those clips I showed you.”

“I knew your YouTube spams would be good for something,” Max grinned.

“By the way, you have broccoli in your teeth.”

“What?” Max asked, sounding frantic. Rafael cracked up. “Are you messing with me? Gimme your phone!” Rafael held it up out of reach and Max snatched up a spoon from the table, inspecting his smile in the reflective surface. When he found nothing, he hit Rafe with it lightly. “You’re the worst.”

“Four o’clock, bike racks!” Rafe shouted and Max disappeared back to his table with a glare, making Rafe smile. That was, until he glanced back at his usual table and saw Alex looking at him over the top of his comic. Rafael’s smile faded and he walked out, ready to find a back corner of the library to start researching his ideas where no one would see him – especially not his asshole friends.

 “I think some of my friends suck too.”

Rafael looked across at Max. The two of them had come home early and let themselves into the apartment, but neither had spoken much on the way home. Max read a book on the subway home and Rafe had his earbuds in, both distracted. Now, sat on the floor of the apartment doing their homework, Max had finally decided to talk. It wasn’t quite what Rafael had wanted to hear though.

“Really?”

Max nodded, looking disappointed. “Some of them are cool. Mina thinks her brother might be bi. The guys were cool. A couple of the girls were weird about it though.”

“Weird how? Like…homophobic?”

Max shrugged uneasily. “I don’t know. They weren’t like, hating. If anything it was the other way. They were being all weird and squealy about it, saying how much they love gay people. They’ve never even met Dad and Papa. I guess that’s better? But it still feels…kind of bad. Plus, they were all ‘we could totally tell because your dad dresses so well’.” Max scowled.

“I assume they meant Papa,” Rafe grinned. “Dad’s sweaters look like he found them in a hedge and then let a rabid dog maul at them for good measure.”

Max laughed before falling serious again, closing his book, a ruler in the page to mark his place. “What should we do?”

“I have some ideas. Have you heard of a QSA?” When Max shook his head, Rafael continued. “So, it stands for Queer-Straight Alliance and it’s like a club where queer students and allies can meet and make friends. It’s about teaching people what queerness means and making people understand better. I think it’s a good idea. I’ve been researching it.”

Max was smiling, nodding. “I like it. Do you think the school would allow it?”

Rafe’s own grin was mischievous. “Who said we have to tell them? This would be underground, strictly invite-only. The teachers would never have to know. That’s the beauty of social media.”

Max gasped excitedly, punching Rafael on the arm in a gesture of respect. “Like Dumbledore’s Army? Oh my God, where’s our Room of Requirement going to be?”

“God, you’re such a little nerd,” Rafael sighed. “But…how about the old music room in the basement?”

Max grinned. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Oh, this is so cool!”

Rafael nodded. “I think it could be.”

When the door opened, admitting both their parents, who were laughing at the coincidence of them both coming home at the same time, the boys exchanged a look and fell silent. Rafael packed his stuff into his bag, and disappeared to his room, pulling his laptop out ready to do more research and send out mass-texts to relevant people.

 “Hey, get some sleep, blueberry.”

Max looked up to see Alec in the doorway, a hand hovering over the light switch.

“Max? Can I turn this off? Wanna switch your lamp on if you’re still reading?”

“What’s it like being gay?”

Alec made a surprised noise and then came into the room, sitting down on the end of Max’s bed.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, what would you want people to know? If you could talk to the people who didn’t get it, like those people with the signs at that parade we went to, what would you tell them?”

Alec pressed his lips together and crossed his legs on the bed, leaning on his elbows.

“That’s a good question,” he said, and hummed in thought. “I guess I’d ask them how they’d feel, if it was them, or if it was someone they loved. I just wonder if they’d think the same way if it was something about them that so many people were opposed to. Like if they’d spent years not being able to get married because they were blonde or whatever. You know?”

Max nodded and turned on his bedside lamp. “It isn’t fair.”

Alec shook his head, smiling wryly. “No, you’re right. It isn’t fair. But people can learn, if you’re kind enough to educate them. You just need to be patient, and honest, and open. Sometimes, it takes people being vulnerable for the people who disagree with them to see they’re human too.” Max smiled sadly and Alec put a hand on his son’s knee over the duvet. “Why do you ask? Is there anything you want to talk about?”

Max shook his head. “No, nothing. I just wanted to know.”

“Okay,” Alec said, standing up. “It’s a very thoughtful question. Thank you for asking me.”

“Thanks for telling me,” Max said, and flicked his bedside lamp off. “Actually, can you turn the light out? I’m kind of tired.”

“Sure thing. Papa will come and say goodnight in a second. Sleep well, blueberry.”

As the room plunged into darkness, Max pulled out his phone from where it was charging by his bedside. He pulled up Rafael’s text tab and started typing:

‘I have intel’

Rafael’s reply came quickly.

‘12. Music room. Tell your friends. I’ve snapped some others.’

Max liked the message and turned his phone over so any notifications wouldn’t wake him up. By the time Magnus came in to say goodnight, he was already fast asleep, huddled under the duvet as always, a small ball in the middle of the bed. Magnus folded the curtains so the morning light wouldn’t wake his son and closed the door softly behind him.

 “Well this isn’t quite the revolution I expected.”

Max kicked his friend Raja in the ankle and sighed. The two of them, Rafael, and a small group of trusted confidants were gathered outside Music Room 1 in the mostly-abandoned basement of the school, staring at the locked door in defeat. The lights weren’t even on down here anymore, all the lightbulbs long since dead and never replaced. The underlit chins of texting friends was almost eerie in the gloom. All that survived down here, like the aftermath of a nuclear war, was brooms and Windex, and the occasional scuttling cockroach. Internally, Max was a little disappointed. Mina had promised to be here, and she was nowhere to be seen. He sagged a little on his feet. However, on cue, footsteps ran down the stairs. The gathered group scattered behind alcoves and stacks of chairs. The footsteps stopped abruptly and there was the sound of breath catching.

“Um…hello?”

Max wriggled out of his hiding place at the voice. Mina.

“Hey!” he said, and cringed a little when his voice cracked. Ugh seventh grade fricking sucked. Mina didn’t seem to notice. She beamed when Max emerged. “We, um, we can’t get in. It’s locked,” Max admitted, and she waved a dismissive hand.

“Kit taught me how to pick locks. I can get us in.”

“Cool,” Max breathed. Behind him, Rafael snorted and Max blushed, pulling out his phone. “I’ll give you some light. Here.”

With the torch beam on, Max bent down by Mina, who was twisting one paper clip and holding the other in her free hand. Her tongue poked out of the side of her mouth as she worked and, bent so close, Max could smell her shampoo. When the door made a clicking noise, and she pushed it open, the whole group cheered and she flicked the light on inside, grinning proudly.

“Thanks for the torch,” she said and Max smiled, red-faced.

“It’s cool.”

“Right, so I kind of explained over text but I’ll tell you all properly what this is,” Rafael said. Everyone was finding seats where they could – atop amps and on the stools behind the drumkits or at the piano benches – but Rafael stood. Max had claimed a spot beside Mina on a table, her legs crossed and his pulled up to his chest. Before everyone, Rafael felt a little nervous. Max was the one who was good at talking to crowds, performing in front of people, not him. Nevertheless, this was important, so he continued. “Okay, so this is the New York Educational Institute Queer-Straight Alliance, or the NYEIQSA for short – well, not that short.” A smattering of laughter made him relax a little. “QSAs are really important. Max and I have two awesome dads but not everyone gets it. Some people feel bad for us because we don’t have a mom or assume stuff that isn’t true about our family. Sometimes…” He thought back to lunch the other day and sighed. “Sometimes people can be mean. A lot of the time, though, people say stuff that sounds bad because they don’t understand and that’s what we’re doing here. We want to educate each other. Maybe some of you have family who aren’t straight or cis, or maybe there are people in here who aren’t. We aren’t asking you to come out, and we don’t want you to out anyone else, but we do want to talk about it and make people understand. That way, we can tell other people about stuff and people maybe won’t be freaked out by stuff that’s different.”

“I was talking to my dad last night and I asked him what he would want people who didn’t like gay people to understand about being gay, and he said he wanted them to think about what it would be like if it was something they couldn’t choose that everyone got mad at,” Max put in, and stood up from his spot on the table. “Like, what if people hated you just because you had brown hair or green eyes or something. You’d think it was really stupid and unfair, but that’s just like being gay. Like, it isn’t fair to bully people for something they can’t control, and you can’t control whether or not you’re gay.”

“And if you have questions, we can answer them. Or someone else in the group can. And if none of us can answer we can ask our dads or someone we know. That way, we can all understand. What do you think?”

“That’s badass,” Mina grinned and some others nodded along.

“Show of hands who’s in?” Rafael asked and he and Max exchanged ecstatic looks when every arm went into the air.

 “So…when do you decide to be gay?”

“You don’t decide. You’re born gay, you just eventually come out – which is what it’s called when you tell people you’re gay or whatever. It can be any time. My Papa has been out forever but my Dad only came out when he met Papa and they started dating.”

Everyone was lounging around on random surfaces – the floor was covered with coats and sweaters being used as pillows – and asking questions. To their surprise, Max and Rafe weren’t the only ones answering. After the initial few questions, others started pitching in with their own answers.

“What’s the difference between polysexual and polyamorous?”

“Polysexual is being into many, but not all, genders,” someone said, who was googling terms at the back when a lapse of silence fell.

“My brother is polyamorous.”

A boy a little older than Rafael named Tavvy was sat with his legs out in front of him. When the room turned to him curiously, he sat forward.

“So, my brother Mark has a boyfriend called Kieran and a girlfriend called Cristina.”

“Do they know about each other?” someone asked and Tavvy laughed.

“Yeah, he’s not cheating on them. They’re all dating each other. It’s like…hang on.” He walked over to the whiteboard, where composition lines for music were written, and uncapped one of the pens on the windowsill nearby. He sketched a triangle with double-ended arrows for sides and marked them: M, K, C. “So, they’re all dating each other, see?”

Somewhere above them all, a bell rang and Rafael sighed. “That’s the final bell. We have to get to homeroom. This was really fun though. Ask your friends if they wanna come and keep this a secret from teachers and stuff.”

“When are we meeting again?” Tavvy asked and Rafael faltered.

“Um…”

“Thursday?” someone suggested, and a group mutter of assent went around the room. Two days. Rafael and Max exchanged looks. They hadn’t expected this to be such a hit, but they nodded.

“Thursday sounds good,” Rafael said, at the same time Max said, “I’ll make a group chat.”

The group dispersed and Rafael gave Max a grin. Maybe this whole group thing wouldn’t be so hard after all.

 By a couple of weeks in, a problem became obvious: the room just wasn’t big enough. The small music suite felt cramped and claustrophobic, and they’d slowly migrated into the neighbouring room; it was a bigger room that must’ve once been a classroom. Who knew how long it had been abandoned? It still had a chalkboard, so the chances of someone coming down here to find them was slim. Rafael, Max, and Mina had shown up early on their first session in the new room, rearranging furniture and covering the glass-front window with construction paper to mask any light. Eventually, into the amicable silence, Mina spoke.

“My brother came out.”

Rafael turned, smiling. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He’s bi and dating this guy. They’re really gross together. His boyfriend came over for dinner.”

“What’s he like?” Max asked.

“Kit’s boyfriend? Kind of weird, but in a good way. He’s a forensic psychologist so he uses really big words, but he’s also beat my mom at Trivial Pursuit, so I think he’s pretty cool.”

A knock at the door made them all turn. When Rafael saw who it was, he startled. He’d hardly seen his friends since their fight at lunch, had made only polite conversation. Now, here was Alex, looking shy and nervous, but hopeful.

“Um, hey. I…I wondered if I could join?”

“Sure, ah…” Rafael turned to Max. “You two go make sure the others know where we’re going. They’ll be here in five minutes.”

Max and Mina left, closing the door behind Alex, leaving the two boys staring at the floor instead of each other.

“I’m really sorry,” Alex said finally, pushing his round glasses up his nose.

“Why didn’t you come with me? Why did you stay with them when they said all that stuff?”

Alex shrugged. “I don’t know. I…I didn’t want us to fight and I thought if I just stayed quiet maybe it would be okay.” He sat down on a table and looked at his hands. “I don’t know. I just…I didn’t know what to do.”

Rafael nodded, sitting down beside him on the table. “My dads have missed you coming over for dinner after practise.” Alex huffed a laugh and smiled tightly. “Papa said your goal last Saturday was ‘better than a well-shaken cocktail’.” This time, Alex did laugh, but it sounded shaky. Rafe put an arm around him worriedly. “Hey, dude. It’s okay. I’m not mad anymore.”

“I’m just scared, Rafe.”

Rafael glanced across, saw Alex rub a hand under his glasses, and decided not to ask questions. He put his head against Alex’s shoulder and texted Max to keep the others in the hall until he said to let them in.

“You wanna come over for dinner tonight? Papa is making nasi uduk. It’ll taste amazing.”

Alex nodded, sniffing. “We’re still best friends, right?”

“Obviously.”

“What’s nasi uduk like?”

“Oh my God, it’s so good,” Rafael began, launching into an explanation. By the time he was done, Alex was feeling better, smiling. He gave Rafael a grateful nod, which Rafe returned. “Our adoring public awaits. You wanna stay for the meeting?”

Alex sighed, nodding. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

Storytime!

Sanders Sides Canon Divergence AU - fluff/angst - hurt/comfort - some intrigue - actually has a plot (side eyes my other fics) - largely Virgil centric - it’s about growth i guess idk

Words: 4,035 Warnings: Big-ass spiders, zombie mentions, death mentions, gore mentions. Characters: Virgil, Patton, Roman, Logan, Remus, Janus Universe: Storytime! Genre: Half-Fluff, Half-Idoicy

Chapter 27: In Which There are Even Bigger Spiders Than Beeps

Virgil is doing good but everyone else has some questions and nobody has answers

chapter 1 for new readers - ffn mirror

   Virgil didn’t realize the meeting was today, so he was thankful for Roman’s note. Time must have gotten away from him. He was so focused on Thomas's schedule he had kind of forgotten his own. It was one thing to skip breakfast and another thing entirely to skip a meeting he agreed to. The last few times he skipped were kind of eventful for him so the other sides would freak out for sure. Luckily, Virgil had already started his ‘Patton’ story the other day, and while he was still delirious from Deceit’s room, he could conceivably pull off not killing or maiming anyone by the end. It was much easier to convince himself it would all be okay right now, and he knew that feeling would fade the longer he sat in his room.

   Pat liked stories that were sentimental or sweet, which Virgil probably couldn’t come up with no matter how much of Deceit’s influence helped him. But he also likes animal stories, especially talking animals. Finding inspiration in his lack of ability had worked out before, so the story was about a little boy who couldn’t stop having nightmares. It was all he could think about in the day and he couldn’t sleep at night. The little boy tossed a coin in a fountain and wished for good sleep. So a magic psychic bat came that night and granted his wish for just one night of pleasant dreams so he could be upbeat for his little sister’s birthday party.

   That was another thing he could relate to, but he really doubted Pat could figure out this one. Virgil’s magic bat was a golden snake with venom that hid his fears from himself so his friends could like him more. That was a stretch unless Logan had somehow figured out what was going on and told Pat. But Deceit would have told him if that had happened, so there was no point in worrying about that. Realizing he didn’t have to worry was a bizarre sensation for Virgil. He was so damn grateful for his magic psychic bat.

   Virgil finished up the story with a little time to spare. He’d love to go waste time with one of the sides, but it still seemed like a bad idea. He could maybe make a new friend, though. He could feel the overcharged feeling in his veins that let him know he had enough anxious energy to burn. One who could protect his room and alert him when someone entered since Virgil was out so often. Something bigger that could defend his room and the other spiders. Virgil got up from the couch and stretched out. He reached up and stroked Beatrice, who was still sitting in his hair.

   “How about a little brother, Beatrice? A really big little brother?” Virgil asked affectionately. She stomped angrily on his head and said something unsavory. “Beeps, I’m not replacing you,” Virgil rolled his eyes. He reached up and gently stroked her again. “I’d be more willing to take you out of the room more if there was someone else here helping you and to protect you. Your smaller siblings can’t help like that,” Virgil offered. Beatrice conceded grumpily.

   Virgil cracked his knuckles and stepped into the middle of his room. A giant huntsman spider seemed appropriate. Nearly a foot of very leggy spider should keep anybody back, and the legs would be easier on Virgil to make than the big body of a goliath birdeater. Virgil focused as hard as he could and held his hand out, palm down. One this big might hurt, so he braced himself. There was a sharp pain in his palm as he focused on creating one. Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and just tried to focus on not messing up. When the sharp feeling finally subsided, Virgil peeked slightly at his hand. A big boy with much larger fangs than he intended was crawling from his palm to the top of his fingertips. He was roughly double the size of Beatrice and mostly black instead of mostly purple like her.

   “What would you like to be called?” He asked gently and reached his other hand over to feel its long delicate legs. “Voltaire? I love it. Voltaire, you’re the new room guard. You need to keep all your siblings safe while I’m out,” He said gently. Voltaire rubbed its forelegs together in acceptance and climbed up onto his shoulder. Virgil walked over to the staircase and laid down upside down, holding himself up with webbing. “So tell me what fears you’ve got,” He asked the new spider as it crawled down his arm.

   Chatting with Voltaire was nice. His fears were pretty weak, but he was big and scary, so he was perfect to deter other sides without actually hurting them. Much. Plus, he was very gallant, determined which made fun to talk to. Virgil has successfully passed the last of the time without feeling too lonely while chatting with Volt and Beeps on the stairs. Other than being pretty low on energy from making Voltaire and D’s room, he felt good about going to storytime tonight. He was looking forward to laying back and reading some stories that felt wrong. It was going to be unnerving in a fun way, which should be enjoyable instead of horrible. And that sounded nice.

—

   Virgil’s legs were over Patton’s lap and he was propped up on the couch arm reading the stories lazily. It had been pretty non-eventful when it was just Virgil and Logan in the living room, even though they were alone for a couple of minutes before Pat and Ro showed up just barely on time again. Logan seemed too distracted to talk, which he was thankful for. Remus’s story yelled at you if you didn’t read it first, so he had started with that one today, just like everyone else had given in to do.

   Remus’s story felt profoundly wrong for him, so he must have been listening in after he left last time. His protagonist didn’t die or kill anyone directly. In fact, the entire story was about avoiding action by doing other things. A funny side to pick. The protagonist partied all night and cleaned his bathroom during the peak of the zombie apocalypse. There was a literal zombie apocalypse, but he wanted cookies, so he went to the store and dodged everything. He worked at the lab making the cure and couldn’t be bothered to get up when the zombies raided it and just read comics in the security office. What an icon.

   Virgil laughed so hard he choked at the end. Patton reached out to make sure he was okay, but Virgil just chuckled and nodded while he caught his breath. Patton gave him a breezy smile and went back to reading himself, his arms holding the papers resting on his legs. Virgil dropped his hand to the floor out of Pat’s view and flipped Remus off affectionately. Remus smiled a big toothy smile of what seemed to be vindication and also gave Virgil the bird. It tweeted, which got confused looks from Roman, who checked around for a source. Remus and Virgil quickly went back to ‘innocently’ reading and Roman gave up and went back to reading when he saw nothing unusual.

   Pat’s was next, which was the ‘Virgil’ story. Patton didn’t have much dramatic irony Virgil usually had, but it was still a negative story with a bleak-ish ending. A group of teens who were camping got lost in the woods while partying. A ‘being punished for breaking the rules’ kind of theme. It would have been a great set-up for a slasher. Maybe Remus could add on to the end for Virgil and they could have a laugh about that later with Deceit. Those kinds of movies were Deceit’s guilty pleasure to watch. Patton unknowingly writing half of one might make his day.

   Roman’s ‘Logan’ story was amazing. It was fantastically gay and dry as heck. It was the most scathing thing he could have done without directly insulting Logan. College professors grading things in the coffee shop go out, but they’re both teaching med students so they didn’t ‘hold hands’, they ‘interlocked digits’. Roman must have abused a thesaurus and fell down a biology Wikipedia hole to write this. Nothing big even happened in the story other than the original gay confusion. Roman’s intent was clearly to blast Logan instead of producing an amazing story for the ages, and he mcfreakin’ succeeded.

   Logan’s ‘Roman’-style was funny for all the wrong reasons. It followed a dragon, but the dragon’s hoard was books instead of gold. The Dragon liked to make puzzles for adventurers to get lost in when trying to come to defeat him. The story was just the Dragon reading books and frying adventurer’s brains until the one who finally makes it through changes his mind because of the Dragon’s sound logic. Virgil choked on a laugh again when the adventurer conceded to the Dragon’s superior stance. Logan took that wish-fulfillment part of fantasy themes and ran with it.

   Remus had looked at him quizzically while he caught his breath again. Virgil figured he wanted to know why he laughed and showed him the navy blue font and pointed to the last paragraph. Remus switched packets and flipped pages to the last paragraph to see for himself. He broke out in a mad giggle fit, which earned some serious glares and shushing from Roman. Logan looked incredibly confused, but wouldn’t dare talk during his own rules about quiet reading time. Which was also amusing in a strange way.

   Virgil was in a great mood after laughing at the ridiculousness of these stories and placed his packets on the floor, sitting up to cuddle against the extra-warm Patton while he waited out the reading time for everyone else. Patton was surprised when Virgil wrapped his arm around him but sighed contentedly as Virgil dropped his head on Patton’s shoulder. Remus grunted at Virgil, but Virgil just rolled his eyes and mouthed ‘later’ at him. He wasn’t entirely sure what the duke wanted, but it wasn’t the time. Virgil closed his eyes and appreciated the warm heart, letting himself drift a little while he waited out the rest of the reading time.

—

   Virgil woke up sometime later to the TV playing The Office quietly, still entangled around Patton. Patton smiled and reached up to stroke his hair when he shifted. He looked around and saw all the other sides had left. He blinked the rest of the sleep from his eyes and yawned, stretching out his arms.

   “Hey, sleepyhead! You fell asleep while waiting for us to finish,” Patton said gently.

   “Oh, I’m sorry, Pat. Did I miss the discussion?” Virgil asked sleepily and rubbed his eyes.

   “Remus was pretty freaked out about the idea of waking you up, and that spooked Ro, so we decided to postpone it,” Patton responded lightly, clearly trying to sound soothing. Virgil appreciated it, honestly. It was much easier not to freak out over delaying them while everybody was so busy. Virgil released Patton and stood up to stretch his legs, followed by Patton who must have been stuck under him for a while based on the time.

   “I’m sorry I had you pinned for that long, pop,” Virgil said and rubbed the back of his head with embarrassment.

   “It was a nice cuddle, bud, don’t worry!” Patton said cheerily as he stretched out his arms. “I’ll text the others and see if they still want to do discussion today,” Virgil nodded and yawned, wrapping his arms back around Patton as Pat pulled out his phone. Patton shifted to let Virgil hug him from behind while he texted.

   “Ah, the cuddle monster has returned to the living!” Roman declared as he rose up a few moments later.

   “You guys didn’t have to reschedule for me,” Virgil mumbled quietly into Patton’s back.

   “Well, it’s not much of a discussion without you kiddo,” Patton said softly and held Virgil’s arms wrapped around his waist.

   “I’ve never seen Remus act like that in my life, I wasn’t taking the chance. It may be the only thing in the Thomas-sphere he takes seriously. He kept hissing at us to shut up and then left,” Roman explained. Virgil chuckled into Patton’s back. It was nice to have the tables turned for once. Virgil was the one scared of Remus most of the time. Logan rose as well.

   “It’s nice to hear you laugh so much these days, kiddo,” Patton commented as Virgil settled down and twisted around to give Virgil a hug.

   “Yes, what elements did you find amusing this evening, Virgil? I was curious about what diverted you and Remus. The stories didn’t include your shared sense of dark humor,” Logan asked as he sat back down on the couch.

   “Oh, man, if I knew I was going to get grilled I would have basted myself first,” Virgil rolled his eyes backed up into the couch, taking Patton down with him. Patton giggled as he stumbled down on top of Virgil.

   “That’s some… vivid imagery, Virgil,” Roman said, sounding a little confused. Patton laid on Virgil this time, seeing as Virgil wouldn’t let him go, though Virgil let him sit up on the couch. Roman and Logan sat in their regular spots.

   “Remus’s story was full of cynical humor, Lo. It was completely defeatist and relatable. I mean the world is ending, but where can I get some iced coffee? Peak mood,” Virgil supplied finally. Logan looked extremely confused for a moment. Maybe the slang did it? Logan shook it off quickly.

   “I was not aware that being a defeatist could be humorous. I will take note. Remus also chose to write differently from his regular ramblings this week. He left before we had planned to try each other’s reoccurring themes last week. It was an oddly coincidental timing on his part,” Logan said. Virgil was pretty certain Remus was listening in through Roman, but he wasn’t sure if the others knew the creativity twins were linked to each other, so changing the subject seemed safer than possibly dropping a bomb that Roman possibly didn’t want to share. Remus ‘over-share’ Sanders wasn’t here to drop it for him, anyway.

   “Ro’s story was hilarious, too,” Virgil said with a grin and a quick thumbs-up of appreciation, which he dropped lazily back around Patton after a moment and pulled himself a little closer to Patton’s warmth.

   “Thank you, Virgil, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Roman replied with a flourish and smiled back.

   “What was funny about it? It was a cute romance with lots of big words,” Patton asked. Virgil ruffled Patton’s hair.

   “It wasn’t about the contents of the story, Pat, it was about what the writing said,” Virgil said lazily. Logan bristled.

   “Was there a theme that I potentially missed?” Logan asked and picked up his notes, scanning them quickly.

   “Perhaps this is one of those rare things that is over your head,” Roman said sarcastically with a chuckle and waved Logan off.

   “I refuse to believe that. Please explain to me what I’m missing,” Logan insisted, still scanning his notes,

   “Roman was roasting you without roasting you,” Virgil supplied flippantly.

   “Virgil, please do not include me in your strange grilling metaphor, it does not help elucidate me in the slightest,” Logan said shortly and put his notes down to glare at them.

   “Over his head,” Roman said with a bemused laugh, and Virgil joined him. Logan groaned in frustration.

   “It would not be if you simply explained it to me,” Logan grunted and crossed his arms. Roman just laughed again, which caused Logan to huff. Virgil shifted closer to Patton. He couldn’t get much closer at this angle, so just slid down behind Patton before he became a human feather boa. Patton yelped as Virgil slipped down, but he scooted forward to make space for Virgil who was now wrapped around his back. He was so warm. Virgil’s eyes fluttered for a moment.

   “Are you tired again, kiddo?” Patton asked and ruffled Virgil’s hair. Virgil grumbled slightly and lazily fixed his bangs.

   “You’re just so toasty,” Virgil mumbled into Patton’s side.

   “Sorry, it always slips out at least a little,” Patton apologized meekly.

   “No, it’s the best, never turn it off,” Virgil whined and squeezed Patton as close as he could.

   “Patton, trade with me before Virgil falls asleep again,” Roman requested, getting up and rolling his eyes in exasperation.

   “No, don’t take my space heater!” Virgil whined and grasped onto Patton, refusing to let go.

   “We’re not done talking, yet, bud, we haven’t even gotten to your story yet!” Patton said as he got up, trying to pry himself from Virgil. Virgil groaned and released him, seizing Roman as he sat down where Patton was. Roman chuckled as Virgil gripped on. Roman wasn’t warming like Pat, but Ro gave off a light charged feeling which woke him up. Pretty sneaky, sis.

   “What’s there to talk about? Mine wasn’t funny like you guys’,” Virgil groaned and nestled into Roman’s side. Even if there was a nap conspiracy, at least Virgil got nice contact. Roman giggled a little when Virgil accidentally tickled him. Then Virgil tickled him on purpose and Roman smacked him upside the head.

   “Roman, don’t hit Virgil,” Patton chided him.

   “He tickled me!” Roman objected.

   “We are extremely off subject,” Logan groaned.

   “I didn’t get the funny memo, I was just trying to figure out what I could do that Patton would like,” Virgil grumbled, rubbing his head, eying Roman suspiciously for another attack.

   “I did like it, kiddo! It was so sweet that he just wanted to make his sister happy,” Patton said with a shimmering look in his eye.

   “Oh, I didn’t think I could do sweet. Neat,” Virgil commented blithely and settled back down. “I think Pat did a ‘me’ story pretty well, though maybe more toned down,” Virgil added. Sort of like he wished he could be. Virgil hid his face in Roman’s side and frowned. Roman ruffled his hair lightly and Virgil grumbled.

   “I think it missed that fatal element, though. Pat implied the ranger would find those kids even though they wandered into the woods drunk in the daytime,” Roman supplied. “After most of Virgil’s stories, it was pretty heavily implied they didn’t make it,”

   “I tried to leave it a little vague,” Patton muttered.

   “You did, Patton. Just because one character mentioned it doesn’t mean we can assume it was to happen,” Logan reassured him and held out his hand, motioning to calm down. “Virgil, was there a reason you pointed out the final paragraph of my story to the duke?” Logan asked shortly and looked pointedly at Virgil.

   “Yes. And I’m afraid it’s also over your head, Logan,” Virgil supplied a little bitterly.

   “That’s what you guys were laughing at? Logan’s little fantasy projecting? I thought it was some dark joke I didn’t get,” Roman said, sounding disbelieving.

   “I would like to be included on this ‘great in-joke’ you two seem to have,” Logan said sourly.

   “Lo, buddy, you wouldn’t believe us if we told you,” Virgil groaned.

   “I would like you to try regardless of your assumptions,” Logan stated plainly, tapping his foot.

   “It’s your praise kink!” Remus popped up, laughing wildly. Logan jumped up in surprise and stumbled back into the couch. Patton squeaked and Roman stiffened. “It’s been later, Vi-vi, come on!” Remus whined. Virgil groaned in exasperation.

   “We’re in the middle of the discussion! You know, the ones you usually skip while you’re off gallivanting in the mind palace stabbing stuff?” Virgil said slackened from behind Roman.

   “And it’s boring!” Remus groaned.

   “Fine. I know we didn’t get to everything, but I’m going to go deal with this giant brat if we’re good here? He might blow us up or something if I don’t,” Virgil stated with a little grumble. He was having an agreeable time making fun of Logan with Roman and wasn’t ready to stop yet, but he was going to see Remus, anyway. “Does anybody object to that?”

   “Blow you up? Virgey, I would never,” Remus said, sounding fake aghast, holding his hand to his chest and fanning himself with the other. “Teeny-Tiny exploding unicorns all over the room, maybe,” He added with a sinister smirk and showed how small with his fingers, followed by spirit finger mock-explosions. Virgil grunted and pulled himself out from behind Roman.

   “Anybody? Bueller?” Virgil asked again. They all looked kind of shocked, but there was no response. The duke did have that effect on them, sometimes. “Cool, I guess,” Virgil shrugged and pushed himself off the couch, reaching on the floor for his copies of his stories. “Hey, remember Pat’s story?” Virgil asked.

   “Nobody died! Who cares!” Remus groaned, flailing his arms like limp noodles.

   “Exactly,” Virgil nodded at him and grabbed his arm. Remus’s eyes widened and a manic grin split out as they sank to the edge of the mind palace. Virgil created a simple room for them to work in with a big soft rug and a couch. “Okay, we’ve got less than two hours and maybe 30 minutes in one of our rooms, so we got to make it count. It’s the perfect setup for a slasher, right?”

   “It is!” Remus cackled. “From grandpa? Who knew!” Remus wiggled his eyebrows and grinned in delight.

   “Let’s upgrade it, then,” Virgil said, sitting down on the couch and summoning a laptop. He pressed Patton’s story on to the laptop screen and it loaded into the computer and Virgil passed it over to Remus who plopped on the couch next to him.

   “I will do nothing without at least as much contact as you gave my brother,” Remus said firmly, taking the laptop but holding it off from his lap.

   “You fucking dork,” Virgil rolled his eyes and leaned against Remus, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Thanks for smelling only mildly terrible,” Virgil added after a quick whiff of the air. It was vinegary and sharp, but less poop or puke smell. Not as great as strawberries but, good smells were probably a rare choice for him. 

   “It’s only fun if you need a shower afterword!” Remus sang and placed the laptop in his lap and started writing.

   “The redhead chick has to die first, she kissed that dude remember? Slasher rule,” Virgil said while Remus began writing.

   “That fuckhole who bought the wine coolers is next,” Remus said. “I’m gonna shove the empties into his intestines!” He cackled.

   “God, sick,” Virgil wrinkled his nose in distaste but chuckled, anyway.

—

   “D!” Virgil called out as he rose into Deceit’s room later that night. “I’ve got the coolest thing for you,” Virgil said excitedly.

   “Virgil, what in the world were you thinking?” Deceit demanded, sounding annoyed.

   “That you’d like it, come on, read it!” Virgil said, shoving the final story that Virgil and Remus managed to type out before the voices in the mind palace started up again or they started trying to kill each other in one of their rooms. It was quick and slapshot, but it would be funny and gruesome, nonetheless.

   “Virgil, that’s not what I’m talking about,” Deceit groaned.

   “And I’m talking about this slasher that Patton wrote half of,” Virgil said, tapping the paper and twisting around the back of Deceit and giving him a hug, nuzzling his neck.

   “You can’t be serious,” Deceit said, looking down at the paper.

   “Dead serious. Like the teens in the woods,” Virgil chuckled. That definitely got Deceit’s attention. Virgil pulled Deceit to the bed. He had already started reading as he sat down. Virgil wrapped his arms around Deceit’s waist again and nestled his face in the crook of Deceit’s neck from behind, watching him read. Deceit absentmindedly ran a hand through Virgil’s hair while he read. Virgil sighed in with contentment and closed his eyes. He hoped D would like it. He had fun writing it with Remus, at least.

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[lantern-inthenight]

Bed-Sharing AU Blurb! (part 3)

Requested by @mr-stank-i-dont-feel-so-dank

Prompt: You’re severely depressed these days and I’m too scared to leave you alone so yes this is the only solution please accept my hugs

Pairing: Danny x reader

It was Friday night. And Friday nights were for eating Chinese food with your best friend. Your other friends would be out drinking and dancing until the wee hours of the night, but Danny knew you better than that. And one thing (of many) that you appreciated about him was that he wasn’t much of a party type.

So the two of you spent Friday nights eating takeout on your couch, chatting to yourselves or watching old slasher films. You almost always ended up hiding your face behind Danny’s shoulder, while he laughed at the cheesy movies.

But tonight, you found you weren’t having as much fun. What was more, was that you weren’t being much fun either. Danny took notice, as he always did when it came to your moods.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was quiet but clear. You looked at him sideways, and felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

“Nothing, I’m--”

“Not fine,” he interrupted. You sighed, and fidgeted with a loose string on your sleeve.

“You’re having a depressive episode, aren’t you?” Again, his voice was quiet, but it was laced with concern. You could feel his eyes on the side of your face.

“You’ve been...off. For the last two weeks.”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I don’t know why, it’s just hitting me hard this time. It’s not even for a reason.”

“That’s how depression is sometimes,” Danny replied, nodding. You swayed your head in thought.

“Yeah. But I don’t know what to do to make it better. I don’t have anything to talk about.”

Danny sat on the edge of the couch, his brow furrowing in thought. You could see the wheels turning in his head, but sometimes the boy could be just as unpredictable as his bandmates.

“I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do,” he started, and got up suddenly..

“Where are you going?” You asked, puzzled, but Danny just pulled you up with him.

“Come on,” he said, leading you to your room. His hand was warm and soft around yours.

“Okay…?”

“I’m gonna stay with you until you fall asleep,” he told you confidently, leading you to your bed. You rolled your eyes.

“Danny, I promise, that’s not necessary. It’s late, I don’t want to keep you.”

“Well, you’ve been down lately, and I don’t want to leave you alone when you’re sad. So…” He trailed off, gesturing for you to lay down. You sighed, but clambered under the covers while Danny flipped the TV on. It was a tiny screen, but he knew the soft glow from it would be calming.

Once the TV was on, he sat up against the headboard next to you. You snuggled into his side without giving it a second thought, and Danny threw an arm over your shoulders.

After an hour of watching TV but not really watching it, you glanced up at Danny. He appeared to have passed out long ago. He looked so peaceful when he slept, and you couldn’t help but smile.

You turned your face so that your cheek was pressed into his shirt. There, curled into Danny’s side, you drifted off, unencumbered by the worries of the world.

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[brownbrainrot]

(This is an AU me and my friend have worked on through text. I intended on Michael being mute, he will not be in further updates)

Scare squad

Jason sat down at his lunch table sulking at his chicken parmigiana his day was horrible so far. Freddy shoved him into a locker and called him a bitch again, principal king assigned a standardized test for the school to get more funding, and he was failing English (and silently saying “fuck mr Poe”) but then his good friend Michael Myers sat with him silent and still as usual “hey mike what’s up” Michael just sat silently “cool I’m doing fine” just then a short ginger in jean shorts and a striped shit sat down with the two slashers “yo mofos how it goes” asked the short ginger “oh hey chucky” said Jason “sry I’m late I was screwing tiffany in the bathroom” “how vulgar and disgusting” said a hooded kid in glasses solving a puzzle on his phone “whatever John” chucky replied “how’s your jigsaw puzzle” “it’s going fine captain sarcasm and how bout you tell us the truth mr I stalk the lead guitar in band” “oh yeah” Jason said “how’s our boy crush bandy” “keep it down goalie” chucky warned “oh please he’s Better than Tiffany and way quieter” chucky sat down to contemplate. At the same time a girl came to sit with the group of misfits. She was carrying her backpack on the front of her chest to cover the spaghetti that was rudely splattered on her “ah Carrie I see you chose the spaghetti and meatballs today” said pennywise while walking into the lunchroom “gee that helps” Carrie said looking very pissed “fuck Chris” “ok” said pennywise who then started mocking Chris’ boyfriend billy and imitating him with monkey noises “ooh eee billy like banana ooh eee” Carrie began to laugh and slowly cheer up they then sighted Jason and went to his table. “Yo goalie” Carrie called out Jason waved and smiled happy to see his friend but then Freddy jumped behind Jason and shoved him into the floor. “Whattup bitch” said Freddy laughing along side leatherface, billy, Chris, candyman, and Laura barns. “Just piss off pizza face” said jigsaw getting a punch to the face by Freddy. “stop it you absolute brutes” Carrie yelled and then chucky’s heavy backpack slammed into Freddy Kruger knocking him to his feet. Chris looked and said “I knew something was up with this freak why else would she hang with these monsters” “FUCK YOU” and whoosh Carrie shoved an entire pudding tray into Chris’ hair the rest of their possie ran and soon the group was left alone. Jason got off the floor and looked at his friend covered in spaghetti and pride “dude that was FUCKING COOL” the lunch bell rang and the group of friends went to their classes, but Chris was very angry and decided to get revenge. Bloody and humiliating revenge