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One For Us

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: Peeta gets upset when you suggest getting married to appease the Capitol

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“We could get married.”

Everyone stopped debating strategies for getting President Snow to believe your love story and looked up at you upon your suggestion. You felt self conscious with all the eyes on you so you looked to Peeta for help. You thought he’d agree with you but he was just staring at you with an almost hurt expression.

“What?” He asked you in a quiet voice.

“You said we’re gonna be on this train forever anyway, right? We’d have to get married eventually. We might as well do it right now to convince Snow how in love we are. We could make a huge deal of the proposal and the dress and cake. Don’t Capital people love all that kind of stuff?” You asked Haymitch.

“She’s right.” Haymitch agreed. “A wedding between the star crossed winners might be the one thing in more demand than the games. If we spin a story about the wedding being canceled due to the games, maybe the outrage would be enough to get the Capitol to change their minds about sending you two back in there.”

“Yeah. And we could go on Cesar’s show and say that we were so in love that we couldn’t wait any longer and had to get engaged. We can make a whole big thing of it. That should be enough to convince Snow that we’re in love, right?” You asked. Peeta blinked a few times and let out a short dry laugh.

“Fine. I don’t care. Let’s just do it.” Peeta sighed as he got up to leave. You frowned and watched him walk about without giving you so much as a glance in your direction. You looked at Haymitch and Effie and held up your hands with confusion.

“What’s his problem?”

“He’s probably just sore that he wasn’t the one who came up with the brilliant idea.” Haymitch replied and gave you a proud pat on the back.

“Oh my goodness. You fools.” Effie huffed and shook her head. “That’s not why he’s upset.”

“Then why? I’m just trying to help. It’s not like he came up with anything.” You said and folded your arms like a child out of annoyance over Peeta’s disapproval of your idea.

“He’s upset because this is not how he wanted this to happen.” Effie said as she looked at only you.

“So the idea of marrying me is so awful to him that he had to storm out of the room?” You grumbled.

“No, child. He’s not upset that he has to marry you. He’s upset that it’s only counterfeit.” Effie explained with a tight smile. You stopped being angry with Peeta and took a moment to process what she was saying.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” You decided and got up to follow him. You found Peeta in the back of the train, staring out the window with his chin in his hand.

“Hey.” You said quietly as you sat down near him.

“Hi.” Peeta replied without taking his eyes off the window.

“I’m sorry about that back there. I should’ve talked to you before telling Haymitch about getting married. I didn’t think it would upset you.”

“It’s okay.” He said quietly. “It’s a great idea.”

“You hate it.” You laughed nervously and wished he’d look at you. A smile tugged on Peeta’s lips and he nodded his head.

“Yeah.” He admitted. “I do.”

“But why? Why do you not want to get married?” You asked. Peeta stayed silent and turned his head so that you couldn’t see his face. You got up to sit beside him and put your hand in his leg to silently comfort him until he was able to speak. He looked down at your hand before looking up and wiping his face with his sleeve.

“I do want to get married. I always have.” He admitted. “I always wanted to find a girl that I love and could be genuine companions with. And to not just get married because it was convenient or beneficial to us both, but because we were best friends and wanted to be with each other forever. So we’d take vows to promise each other that. And then have a big family and live a quiet but happy life.”

“Oh. I see. Marrying me would prevent you from finding her.” You nodded in understanding. It stung you a little to hear him talk about the life he dreamed of with someone else but you couldn’t place why you felt that way. Peeta finally turned his head to look at you and had a sad smile on his face.

“What?” You wondered.

“You know, when I was little, I always saw myself marrying you.” He admitted.

“You…you did?” You asked with a surprised smile.

“I did.” He nodded. “I liked you from the very first time I saw you. So I went home and told my mom I was gonna marry you. I was only six.”

“What’d she say?”

“She asked if you were the coal miners girl and I said yes. Then she told me she almost married your dad.”

“What? My dad?” You were taken aback and pointed to yourself.

“Yeah. He gave her a ring and everything. But it didn’t work out. I don’t remember why. Then she told me she hopes I don’t have the same fate as she did.” He said with a dry laugh.

“That’s too bad for them. But I think it’s cute you had a schoolboy crush on me.” You told him, making his cheeks adorn with a rosy glow.

“Trust me. It was more than a schoolboy crush. You had a hold on me for years. I had this whole plan to ask you to marry me after high school. I was gonna propose that we start a business together. I could sell my bread and you could sell game. I was going to get us a cow and chickens so we could save money on supplies. And we could build a house near the forest so you don’t have to travel far when you went to hunt. We’d be poor but we’d be happy. I was gonna tell you all of that when I proposed, by the way.”

“That’s a really good plan, Peeta. I had no idea you thought that all through.” You smiled softly as a sadness weighed on your chest. He had all these plans that would never be realized because of the cards he had been dealt. His sweet fantasy of a wholesome future together was going to be replaced with fake weddings and bloodshed.

“Yeah, I did. I really though it would happen too. That’s why I stormed out earlier. You suggested we get married and just sounded so cavalier. Like, it was just one more thing we could do to please Snow. And I guess it made me think of my plans for the future and how I was never going to get any of them. So I got upset. It wasn’t anything against you.” He assured you with a sad smile.

“I understand. I just thought you didn’t want to marry me. I didn’t know you had all those plans. I’m sorry they won’t be happening.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry too. You and I got reaped just a few months before I was gonna ask you. And I haven’t recognized my life since then. But before all of this, I really thought it was gonna happen. Given that you said yes, of course. I even told my mother about my plan. She gave me this.” Peeta said and pulled necklace out from underneath his shirt. On a leather cord was a dainty silver diamond ring.

“Oh my gosh, Peeta. t’s beautiful.” You gasped and leaned forward to gently touch it with your fingertips. Peeta gulped at how close you were and felt his face heat up again.

“Your dad gave it to her.” He told you. “He found that diamond himself when he was working.”

“I can’t believe she kept it all these years. She could’ve made a fortune with this.”

“That’s what I said. But she said it was worth more than any amount they could offer her.”

“She sounds like a romantic. I see where you get it from.” You laughed softly and nudged him a little.

“Yeah. I’m a lot like her.”He said with a timid smile as he looked into your eyes. You stared at each other for a moment and you felt an ache in your bones for him. He was still so kind and gentle despite what you’d gone through together and the impending doom that loomed over your heads. He still wore the diamond ring his mom gave him and credited his kindness to her. Your mind began to picture the future Peeta had painted for you and you felt homesick for a place you’d never been to. You wished you could jump from the train and go live the life he described, but that could never happen.

“I wish we didn’t end up here.” You said in a quiet voice. You feared that if you spoke any louder, you’d burst into tears.

“I know. Me too. I wish things were different. I wish that I was asking you to marry me because I decided it was time. And I wish…” He trailed off as he started to get emotional at the thought of the life he would never have.

“You wish what?” You asked calmly and rubbed his arm to comfort him.

“I wish I knew you were saying yes because you meant it.” He admitted. “Not because you have to.”

You were both quiet for a while after that confession. A silence that wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, just very heavy, sat among you as you looked in opposite directions.

“I would’ve said yes.” You said after a beat.

“What?”

“If you had asked me. After high school. And told me about the cows and chickens and business. I would have told you yes.” You explained with a timid smile. Peeta stared at you for a minute to see if you were joking or not.

“No you wouldn’t have. You didn’t even know me back then.” He laughed dismissively.

“Yes I did. I knew you were kind and strong and hardworking. And now that I know you better, I know that you’re funny and resilient and thoughtful and kinda grumpy before you’ve had tea in the morning and not the worst to look at. What more could I ask for?”

“Not the worst to look at?” He cracked a smile.

“Come on. You know you’re handsome. Don’t make me say.” You rolled your eyes and he blushed once again.

“I would not use that word to describe myself. Especially not with Finnick running around.” He mumbled.

“Well I happen to think you’re very handsome. And the wife is always right. You need to know that if we’re going to get married. So shut up.” You said and playfully smacked his leg.

“Don’t tell me to shut up or else you’re not getting a ring.” Peeta played along.

“Oh, I’m getting that ring.” You insisted. “And I get to name all the cows. You can do what you want with the chicken but the cows are mine. And I’m giving them last names too. Fancy ones.”

You and Peeta both laughed at the dumb joke and you felt yourself relax. Even if your lives weren’t going to go the way you’d hoped, at least you could look forward to these moments of sweetness with him.

“Would you really have said yes?” Peeta asked in a small voice once your laughter died down.

“It depends. How would you have asked me?”

“I had a plan for that too, actually. I was going to pick you a bouquet of wild flowers. The ones that grow by the river bank. I know you like those.”

“I do like those. The orange and purple ones.”

“Yeah. Those.” He smiled. “I was gonna bring them to you and then get down on one knee. Like this.”

“That’s very old fashioned of you.” You couldn’t help but blush as Peeta got down on one knee in front of you.

“I know. But that’s all I know how to be. An old fashioned romantic. I even practiced how to get the ring out with one hand.” Peeta said as he struggled to get the ring from around his neck.

“You didn’t practice very hard.” You teased.

“Shh. Yes I did. I’m just nervous.” He laughed and finally got the ring free.

“Don’t be.” You told him. “It’s just you and me.”

“I was gonna explain how I got the ring. But I already told you that so pretend I was proposing then.” He said and waved his hand, making you laugh.

“Okay. I will. Oh, wow. My father’s ring? That he gave to your mother? Meaning we were almost siblings? How romantic.” You dramatically played along to humor him.

“Hush now. I’m trying to remember my plan. Then I was gonna tell you…” He trailed off again and a sheepish smile broke through on his face. You could see him losing his confidence but didn’t want him to stop.

“Tell me what?” You asked quietly and took his hand.

“I was going to say that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And that I’ve seen a million sunsets since bakers have to get up before dawn but not one of them could compare to you. I would’ve said that you enchanted me from the first day I saw you and every day since. And that to know you is to be in awe of you. I would have told you that you were the strongest person I know and if you’d let me, I’d help you bear some of the weight you have on your shoulders.”

“Keep going.” You whispered and held his hand to your chest.

“Oh, okay, um. I was gonna tell you that I know you don’t love me yet but you could learn to. And that I would make it easy for you. I would promise to be the best partner you could ask for and to love you at every turn, no matter what gets thrown our way. I’d promise to wash your hair in the sink the way your mama does and build you a desk so that you can write letters to your family. And then I’d ask you to make me the happiest man alive and please-“

“Yes.” You cut him off as a single tear slipped down your face.

“Yes?”

“Yes.” You repeated. “I will marry you.”

“You will?” He smiled in disbelief as his eyes searched yours for signs of insincerity.

“I will. I want to. I’d love to. I love…” You trailed off and he sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation of what you were about to say.

“I love you.” You said finally. “And if I’m on this train forever, at least I have you with me. That means it’s going to be okay.”

“I love you too.” Peeta smiled at those long awaited words hitting his ears. You pulled him into a long kiss despite no cameras being around. But you both knew this moment wasn’t for the cameras. It was just for the two of you. When you pulled away, Peeta fumbled around with the ring.

“Sorry. My hands are shaking.” He was embarrassed to admit as he tried to steady them long enough to untie the chord around the ring.

“It’s okay. Take your time.” You assured him and he eventually slipped the leather chord off. He looked you in the eyes for one last confirmation and you nodded enthusiastically. With that, Peeta slid the song onto your finger and then leaned down to kiss your knuckles. You laughed at the gesture before cupping his face and bringing him into a kiss. Peeta got off his knee but never broke the kiss. A sudden knock at the door made you jump apart. Peeta sat on the opposite end of the couch while you smoothed your hair and wiped your face.

“Come in.” You called out and Haymitch walked in.

“Hey. I just wanted to check in on you guys after our conversation back there.” He said.

“We’re fine. We were just talking about the engagement. Peeta said we could go on Cesar’s show and he could propose then.” You lied to Haymitch with a smile.

“All right. Works for me. I’ll let Effie know.” Haymitch gave you a thumbs up and then left the room. When he was gone, Peeta looked at you curiously to see why you lied.

“We still have to fake one for the Capital, but this I’ll remember this as our real engagement.” You explained, making him smile fondly.

“One for us, one for them.” He replied and you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. One for us, one for them.”

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marleyybluu · 1 year

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Oscar x pregnant!reader

Wc: 1.9k

warnings: daddy issues, use of OMB scenes so spoilers I guess, sad Spooky, shitty ending cus my attention span cut out

"No, no, no! You can not put down two draw fours!" Yn shouted at Cesar while the two dabbled in an intense game of UNO. Cesar chuckled waving his one card in her face. "You're just mad because you're losing." He bragged. Though it was confirmed she would never admit it, she quickly pouted and placed her hand on her stomach, he chuckled shaking his head knowing the card that she was about to play. "I'm gonna tell your niece or nephew you didn't let their mommy win."

Her boyfriend Spooky could be heard letting out a bellyful laugh from down the hall, he emerged from his room making his way toward them where they sat around the table not too far from the living room. "Mamita, you can't say that every time you don't get your way." She stuck out her tongue. "I can and I will for the remaining six months."

He rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Fine," She reluctantly picked up eight more cards just for Cesar to dramatically slam his last one on the table. He stood up took the last swig of his beer and rested the empty bottle on the table, he was next to kiss her head before grabbing his things and heading out. "I'll see you guys later, I'm with Monse if you need me."

"Have fun." She called out. The door closed and the house was once again silent, Yn gathered the cards and packed them nicely back into the box they came in. She heard the sound of the front door opening and assumed it was Cesar, she said "What'd you forget knucklehead?" But frowned when she was met with their father, Ray. A few days ago the older gentleman had found himself across from the traphouse, Cesar panicked about a stranger just stalking outside so Spooky went to investigate, and with Yn's nosey ass at the window, she noticed Spooky's body language and he was not happy.

Spooky never spoke about his dad, maybe once, but that was it. She could tell he had resentment in his heart for that man, he was a stranger and for him to pop back up after all these years wasn't ideal for anyone in this situation. YN had to admit it was nice seeing Cesar happy and hearing him talk about all the things they were going to do and how much they had to catch up on but judging by the look on Ray's face right in front of her... those plans would never set in motion.

She pitied him a half-smile before dodging into the kitchen. Spooky sat in the background on the couch observing the cold interaction, internally smiling that she would be on his side no matter the minor details that she knew. Ray disappeared into one of the rooms, Spooky was curious as to what he was there for but was brought out of it when he was called to the kitchen. He got up and followed her voice, she was desperately trying to reach the third shelf and was failing miserably, usually, she'd grab a chair but with a baby inside she was more cautious of what she did.

"Can you grab a plate for me papito?"

"Of course, baby."

She squealed and applauded the small gesture as he handed the plate over to her. "Thank you." She blew him a kiss but he wanted a real one, his hand snaking around her waist he pulled her in tightly. Her hands ran up his neck and landed under his jawline. Their lips touched, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, melting together like it was the first time. She could feel his hands slide a little further down, she gasped at the hard squeeze he delivered she pulled back smacking his chest. "Why can't I have one little innocent kiss?"

"That question is what got you pregnant in the first place." He joked gently pressing his hand on her little belly. Yn shooed him off. Oscar laughed and left her alone only to return to the main area and see Ray with his duffle bag on top of the table packing his clothes up. "Finally cleaning up your mess?" He asked. Ever since he arrived it'd practically become a pigsty, his girl often complaining that she wasn't some maid for a grown-ass man, especially one she had no relation to. Ray avoided eye contact as he answered. "I'm leaving, think I've caused enough drama."

Leaving. All he did was leave, run away from his problems, and scram when things got serious. It wasn't the first time Oscar experienced it but there was no doubt that it still hurt, he felt himself shrink into that little kid again, watching the man who was supposed to be there for him vanish, the man who was supposed to teach him how to become one disappear without a trace leaving him and Cesar alone to fend for themselves.

"Good," He responded. "You tell Cesar your plan?"

There was a moment of silence, Ray had stopped packing and sighed making eye contact with his oldest. "I'll tell him when I get to Bakersfield, there's a guy up there who can help me out... help you out too-"

Spooky had turned cold, that scowl plastered on his face, the boiling hate flashing in his eyes. "I don't need help, I got everything I need."

Ray let out an amused chuckle. "The Santos? That girl?" Oscar took a step forward, fists balled up, father or not he would put down anyone that disrespected his girl. She was his home, his family, she was everything that he needed. "Her name is Yn, and she let you stay with us, not me... if it were up to me you'd be out on the street with the rest of the stray dogs."

Little did they know they had an audience for this performance, not too far off Yn had poked her head from the kitchen she had stopped what she was doing the minute she heard their voices. "I hope they don't sell you out, I hope she's good to you because one day all that love you think you're getting from them is gonna be gone."

"Ray." He warned. "This street shit isn't the life man, you don't have to stay here, go and make something of yourself."

Oscar's eyes softened, and he began to nod in agreement. "Thanks, Papa, you're right. I could be president or a fucking astronaut, maybe even a movie star right? Because I had such a great fucking role model!"

"I had a shitty dad too, mijo," Ray's tone was so nonchalant when he said it and something about it was making Yn's skin crawl it just sounded like he didn't care. "But you gotta let that rage go."

It took everything for her not toa put in her two cents. How do you let the rage from constant and consistent disappointment go? She could tell Spooky had this overbearing feeling that he was a failure, that he failed Cesar, failed the Santos and even failed her-- so how was he just supposed to let that go?

Yn had thought the fire between them had died down, that Ray had left and Spooky was just standing there disassociating at the fact that he was in his twenties and still being abandoned. But when she brought herself into frame the two of them had gone, their muffled argument had moved outdoors. Her feet carried her to the front door, where she stood behind the screen watching it go down from a distance.

"Everything bad that's ever happened in my life is because of you! You're gonna crush Cesar the same way you crushed me!" His voice weakened, almost cracking like he was fighting to keep that little boy inside. Ray was already at the end of the path, one foot almost on the black tarmac road, he dropped his bag and turned around to face Spooky. "You never wrote to me... you didn't call, you didn't even visit not once! Did you even think about me?"

YN placed her hand over her heart, she wanted nothing more than to drag him inside and coddle him for all he's been through but he needed to let this out he'd been holding it in for far too long. She looked as Ray walked back toward Spooky.

"Oscar-" He began but Spooky shut it down. "You wanna know the worst part about not having a father? I had to be a father to my brother without having been a son first!" He sniffled. "I have a girl in there who loves me, who taught me how to love since I didn't have you or mama as examples... she's having my baby and I'm scared that I'm gonna end up like you!"

Oscar broke, completely shattered. Yn didn't think there'd be a day when she heard her partner weeping from the deep sadness that he felt, the sadness that was cloaked in anger. Ray didn't say anything, he pulled Oscar in for a hug and he resisted at first but once again his inner child betrayed him and he loosened a bit returning the embrace and they stayed like that for a while. Oscar buried his head in his father's shoulder, nothing was said, it was a bittersweet and brief moment before that rage entered his system again. That wall reappeared in seconds.

He wasn't little Oscar Diaz anymore he was back to Spooky who aggressively shoved his father off of him. "Take your shit and go, make sure I don't see you here again."

And just like that, he was gone again. Spooky turned around with a pout on his face, he stopped at the front door seeing Yn through the screen. "Did you eat?" Funny that even in his obvious time of need he was still worried about her. She shook her head, stretched out her hand to his and gently pulled him inside. Once the door closed the tears that he had just soaked back up were released once again. Yn pulled him over to the couch, sat him down and then took her place beside him.

He fell apart in her arms. "I fucking hate him." She rubbed his back. "All he does is fucking leave me... what did I do?"

"Ay! You didn't do anything papito, he's just an asshole."

"Am I not good enough?"

She frowned. "You are more than enough my love, I promise you. You are more than enough for me, for Cesar and for the baby. You did a great job raising him and you will do an even better one raising ours."

He lifted his head from where it rested on her shoulder, she swiped her thumb across his cheeks to wipe his tears. "How are you so sure?"

"You already do enough for the baby and they're not even here. You make sure I'm eating enough, you make sure I'm relaxed. I wish you could've seen your face when I told you." Now she was tearing up. "I couldn't have picked a better person to make a family with."

He softly smiled. "I love you."

"Duh." She sarcastically answered which received a decent chuckle. "I love you too, we're good okay? I'm not going anywhere."

"I know." He mumbled. She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. "Let's eat, yeah?"

"Yeah."

I just felt like writing something kind of sad. idk why.

for the Pedro girlies im working on Truth or Drink3

for the Rio girlies, working on The Nanny 3

trying not to burn tf out lol just put me down at this point.

if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

peace and love.

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seduzist · 4 months

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a lil blurb of hcs of being katniss’ makeup artist for the interviews n stuff??😋

this is not hcs but hope you like it anon lol 💓

katniss couldn’t stop moving in the chair, she was so nervous and that was obvious, who wouldn’t be? about to make the five minutes interview that can be the difference between life or death in the arena. and, somehow, the soft brush on her face feels soothing, or maybe it was just your voice.

“you have a very pretty face, katniss.” you said, blushing her cheeks a little, focused on your work.

katniss had listened this about a hundred times this last week, with all the makeup artists and stylists that dressed her, but at your comment, she couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

“what?”

“look at you, you’re more than gorgeous.” she smiled, seconds later recognizing what she just said, in such a natural way that she felt shy after.

“you’re much prettier.” you said, katniss rolled her eyes, she wanted to tell you that you were much prettier than her, in ways that she was doubting her own feelings, but she remained silent, letting you finish w/ her.

when you finished, you take a good look at her, staring at her beautiful blue eyes, until you’ve listened the voice of cesar flickerman announcing the tribute of the 11 district, knowing that katniss would be the next one and she was a nervous mess, you took her hand.

“i know you have your mockingjay, but if you want to, i could give you extra luck.” she looked at your face in confusion until you put your hand on her cheek.

“i-i want it, yes.” you could see she did her best to not stutter.

your lips met in a slow kiss, you tasted mint in her mouth and her body relaxed a little, losing some tension off her shoulders, she finally stayed quiet in her chair while you gave her a good luck kiss.

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axel-1996scream · 8 months

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Pov: You hooked up with cesar, while he and monse were broken up.

"I'll kill them!" Monse yelled as she stormed down the street towards the santos house, with Ruby and Jamal trailing behind her. "Monse, stop and calm down for a minute!" Ruby yelled as he quickly walked behind the curly haired girl, trying to convince her to stop. "Yeah, c'mon! Don't go messing with y/n, Do you know what sad eyes would do to us if he knew you were threatening his (brother/sister/sibling)!" Jamal added in, with a scared expression for what the santo would do to him and his friends if he were to find out. "Monse!" Yells ruby as the said girl walks up to the santos house.

"Where's y/n!" She demands spooky and a few other santos. "What do you want with my (brother/sister/sibling)." Both Jamal and ruby turned around facing the voice of the male, seeing sad eyes stare down at them with an intimidating stare. "Nothing, She was just mistaken!" Ruby says as he and jamal both grab monse and pull her away from the santos house. "Monse, please just drop it." Jamal begged as he kept looking back towards the santos house out of fear. "No, their dead." Monse says as she walks angrily down the street but immediately stops once she sees y/n walking on the opposite sidewalk, distracted on their phone. "Y/n!" *She yells getting the said person's attention as she storms across the street towards them, while ruby calls cesar. Telling him to hurry and come before it escalates. "Mm, Monse?" Y/n pockets their phone and stops walking and stares at the brunette girl with a bored expression. "Let me guess, this is about cesar?" They questioned bluntly. "Damm right." Monse replied as she stared angrily at the person in front of her. "Look mons, You and him weren't together. Cesar was free bait." They said while shrugging their shoulders "I don't know what you expected, you broke up with him. Did you think he'd wait until you wanted him back? No, he went and got with someone else." Monse goes to reply but gets interrupted as a voice yells out.

"Monse!" Cesar yells as he rushes over standing in-between monse and y/n "Monse, calm down please." Monse scoffs as she barely spares cesar a glance, as she turns her attention back to y/n. "It was a temporary break up! You kno-" She gets cut off as y/n interrupts her. "Temporary or not, You weren't together. He was single, aka free bait. So I took it, you can't really think that he would wait for you like some fairytale?" Y/n looks at cesar with an amused expression. "Does she know about you having sex with that girl at the diner?" They ask with an amused smirk, you look back at monse. "Did he tell you how he fucked her right after his shift, while you both were together?" Monse immediately snaps her head towards cesar and starts going off on him, y/n watches silently as jamal and ruby stare shocked at the new information. "Oops, was she not supposed to know?" Y/n laughs lightly, and he looks at cesar "I have to go, see you later" He winks and then walks away smirking to himself as he hears monse freaking out.

Axel- I tried 😭 sorry if it sucked, this is my first ever story😅.

Hope u enjoy tho! Thx for reading :)

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morgandoesstuffsig · 1 year

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Can I request the jealousy reactions from the Victims of Mandela Catalogue? I read your other post of victims reacting to receiving affection my heart just absolutely soared. If it’s too complicated, don’t do it. :]

HOLY SHIT MY FIRST REQUEST!!! HIHIHI<333

ofcofc, if it's on my masterlist then I'll def. write it <3 love the victims frfr

also ty for the compliments, got me melting over here💕

c.w // jealousy (obv..), d/ckhead (?) in mark's part ngl, also really oblivious reader

JEALOUS MUCH?

start under cut.

MARK HEATHCLIFF

look at the goofy lil skrunkly

he doesn't get jealous easily

or in general

but...

if you're skipping or canceling hangouts with him just to see someone else constantly...

well, you'll see--

"Hey (Y/N)!" Mark called out behind you. You'd been walking around with (?), and he just happened to be close by.

"Hey Mark." You greeted with a smile as he jogged up to be by your side.

"Who's this?" He asked, pointing at (?).

"Ah! This is (?), my new friend! We've been hanging out a lot!" You exclaimed, and Mark nodded, smiling. But then, (?) locked arms with you and leaned into your side.

"Yeah, me and (Y/N) have been hanging out pretty much everyday this month, only besides the short 2 days when she was hanging out with you." (?) said, with a condescending smirk on their face as they stared down at Mark.

"..I see." He turned to look at you, "Is this the one who keeps having you cancel the hangouts?"

"I don't force (Y/N) to do anything, I think they just like a little better than you--" (?) started.

"I'm sorry? I don't like any of my friends more than the other!! You're all my friends, so I like you all equally!! Please don't pick another fight, (?).." You interjected. (?) just rolled their eyes and looked back at Mark.

"We've got somewhere to be right now, so goodbye." (?) said turning around and attempting to take you with them.

Mark grabbed you other arm softly and pulled you out of (?)'s arm lock, and silently lead you two away from (?).

yeah..

ya'll just left (?) in the middle of nowhere

oh well

skill issue

CESAR TORRES

go homosexual alternate go!!

yeah he's technically an alternate the entire timeline so...

he's one here too

since alternates don't usually feel, well, feelings

jealousy is new to Cesar

he has no idea why he gets that clenching feeling in his stomach when he sees you with (?), all close and even just slightly touching

and that voice telling him to just take you away from them is getting louder and louder

so what does he do?

he listens to it.

There you were, laughing with (?). You two had just gotten back from a fun time at a carnival in the next town over, and (?) was walking you home.

"Oh! Remember how scared you were on the Ferris wheel? Your face was priceless!" You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Oh, shut up!" (?) said, nudging you with their elbow.

"You know--" You started, but then (?) stopped moving and laughing. They were staring at something straight ahead in fear; you followed their eyes to see Cesar, standing ahead, just a couple feet away. The only thing that really scared (?) was that half of his face was missing besides his eye.

yeah safe to say your friend ran away

"why'd you--"

"I missed you."

yeah he took you away after that <3

away as in home

ya'll had a fun time there doing whatever it is you do with someone

idk i havent had human contact in years leave me alone /hj

JONAH MARSHALL

cute and goofy. perfect combo. just add in some stupid.

↑ recipe to make ur very own jonah

anygays

he is very goofy

so it seems impossible for him to get jealous right??

wrong.

he gets jealous very easily

and constantly tbh

he'll just pout at you and whoever he's jealous of

You were sitting at a restaurant with Jonah and (?). You and (?) had been chatting the entire time since they sat across from you, and the normally very loud Jonah was dead silent.

"Yeah so then I--" (?) started, but you stopped listening after a second because you felt something tug at your (shirt/sweater) sleeve. You looked next to you to see a pouting Jonah, with his cheeks all puffed out and goofy lil' mad face. <333

"How come you're not talking to me too??" He whined quietly, and you just had to let out a small giggle.

you had to let him in on the convo

he was back to normal in no time

when you guys left he was very clingy tho

no im not showing favoritism wdym

ADAM MURRAY

lets pretend adam wasnt a fr d/ckhead in the last volume ngl

he is chill

...sometimes

if he's woken up on the wrong side of the bed or sum

then he will get jealous quickly

not as fast as jonah but still

pretty fast

"Yeah so what movie did you want to watch?" You asked (?). You were at your house, and were going to have a movie marathon together.

"I was thinking.."

Little did either of you know, a groggy and grumpy Adam had entered the room, not have founding you anywhere in the other room with him.

"what're you doing?" he said, shocking both you and (?).

"HOLY SHIT ADAM-- You scared us!!" You said, whipping your head back to see him right behind the sofa.

"So?"

"sighh... we're having a movie marathon."

"Move over then, I'm joining."

he had his arms wrapped around you the entire time

silently pulling you closer and closer to him

he kept going 'till you two reached the edge farthest from (?)

poor (?)

they just wanted to watch movies

adam probably dragged you away to make popcorn with him lmfao

END

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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Home Sweet Home AU: Descent

(written by @deadmuttsbones and edited by me)

The following is a transcript of a recording found on the missing person's camcorder, found in a drawer by his bed. The drawer contained a Desert Eagle MK 1, a rosary, a Bible, and a notebook. The room was found in a state of disarray, however [NAME REDACTED] Heathcliff claimed this was not usual for her son. She stated she had not known he had kept a gun by his bedside.

Transcript begin:

[CAMERA ABRUPTLY BEGINS RECORDING. APPEARS TO BE THE OUTSIDE OF [[NAME REDACTED FOR THE SAFETY OF MANDELA COUNTY]]'S RESIDENCE. M. HEALTHCLIFF MUTTERS UNINTELLIGIBLY, AND BEGINS TO SPEAK.]

Heathcliff: Alright, I [HEATHCLIFF STAMMERS] don't know what is wrong…with that place but—

[VICTIM PAUSES TO COUGH]

Heathcliff: There's something really bad in there—

[HEATHCLIFF GAGS, WORDS AFTER ARE SLURRED]

Heathcliff: Can't stay there. Something’s fucking wrong—

[VOICE OF [[NAME REDACTED]] IS HEARD]

T----s: Mark? Hey, [VICTIM #1 PAUSES TO BREATHE] please don't tell me you ran off into the woods this late man-

[HEATHCLIFF FUMBLES THE CAMERA, DROPPING IT. THE TWO MISSING PERSONS’ LEGS ARE SEEN IN THE SHOT.]

Heathcliff: I'm fine, I'm fine. I just—

T-r--s: No, you can’t just…God, you're not fine and that's obvious, just…walk back with me alright? It’s late and…you know what’s been going on lately-

[HEATHCLIFF MUTTERS "NO" UNDER HIS BREATH FOR 3 SECONDS BEFORE SPEAKING]

Heathcliff: I can’t go back, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just…can't.

[VICTIM #1'S VOICE SOFTENS SEEMINGLY TO COMFORT VICTIM #2]

Tor--s: Mark, listen, it's…okay. I know you're jumpy, and I know...you don't like my house but please, you can’t just…run off like that.

[VICTIM #1 PAUSES.]

Tor-es: Just…tell me what's wrong.

[HEATHCLIFF'S VOICE IS RASPY AND WAVERS IN PITCH]

Heathcliff: It’s watching me, Cesar. I can feel it.

[HEATHCLIFF BREAKS INTO A SOB]

Heathcliff: You gotta believe me, man. Please.

[VICTIM #1 RETRIEVES CAMERA, POINTS IT AT GRASS AS HE EXAMINES IT]

Torres:…Jesus, how spooked were you?

Heathcliff: Cesar, please don’t touch—

Torres: Look. You…don’t have to stay over if you don’t want to…but you do know that you’re always welcome there, don’t you?

[HEATHCLIFF REMAINS SILENT]

Torres:…Look man, why don’t we just…go back to the house, you can pack your things and…I can see you at school next week, how about that?

[HEATHCLIFF SIGHS]

Heathcliff: Alright…fine...okay. [VOICE AUDIBLY SHAKING]

Torres: Alright. Now come on, my Mom’s gonna be pissed if she knows we’re out this late.

[VICTIM #1 INSPECTS CAMERA AS VICTIM #2 SIGHS DEEPLY]

Heathcliff: Cesar…do you…ever hear…breathi—

[VICTIM #1 SHUTS OFF CAMERA. FOOTAGE CUTS.]

[END TRANSCRIPT]

#mandela catalogue #tmc Home Sweet Home au #cesar torres #mark heathcliff #HEHEHEHEHEH funi au time #I promise that soon we'll stop being so cryptic about this au but. also spoilers-#so. yeah. you get these lil things for now until we're ready to show off the major plot points

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Alternate worlds (platonic & a small bit of romantic)

Spoilers for the Mandela Catalog

This is going off wendigoon’s theory in his lastest video

There’s more of a horror element in this series along with gore

Kinda just the prologue

Cesar was y/n’s bf and mark was their best friend (this is important)

It keeps taunting you, the thing that appeared as an angle with pearly white wings and golden blond hair

He came to you in dreams first, an angel, Gabriel he explained as you accepted his held out hand

You were naive but you hadn’t known any better

Until now, until a few nights ago when one of its “disciples” appeared

You had gotten home from a long shift at work, the only reprise that day was Cesar stopping by at your lunch break

The house is silent….unnaturally so

Your mother isn’t at the stove nor is your father reading the newspaper and ready to greet you

Just an empty silence as you close and lock the door behind you

It stalked you in the shadows watching as you changed into pyjamas and ate some leftover pasta for dinner

You wished you ate more in hindsight but there is no changing the past

It stalks like a beast and then metaphorically pounces when you exited the washroom after brushing your teeth

It’s twisted form standing at the end of the hallway, elongated eyes with unnaturally black pits where the pupils should be staring at you

It cornered you in your room, waiting behind the flimsy door with only a lock separating it from you

It’s just been sitting there for days now, knocking and asking you to leave

Calling you it’s “favourite lamb” and telling you “it’s time to return to the flock” as you sobbed

It’s been 4 days now, you feel so weak to the point you barely can get out from the duvet of your bed

You’ve called the police days ago and your sure their just waiting for you to die at this point

Your hopeless, having to listen to that things distorted voice over and over again

A broken record that plays a gentle and tempting tune as you lay there curled up

Your so hungry, you were at least lucky to have a small bathroom attached to your room for water but other than that nothing

Your parents haven’t come back and you suspect their dead

It’s hopeless, completely and utterly hopeless

“My lamb come out. You’ve wasted much time hiding in there don’t you think?” Every few words it’s voice seems to glitch, yet at this point it has lost its previous eeriness as it did days ago. You don’t respond, and it…he? Your not sure what to refer to Gabriel by. Gabriel seems ok with you not just sobbing anymore.

“Why…why are you doing this?. I don’t get it”

You can hear the grin in his voice, “it’s simply as i stated before. I’m here to make you realize that it’s time to come home”

“This is my home!. Your in it right now an-“

“This isn’t your true home lamb. For you have forgotten what you really are”

“The fuck do you mean by that?!?”

It’s laugh pierces through the rage your feeling replacing it with fear, “you have forgotten that your not-“ he’s but off by the phone blaring alive at your side

Your quickly answer, relief washing over you along with hope that the police were finally coming

As you lift the phone to your ear you hear the voice of Cesar

You cry out of either joy or fear, your not sure which it is

His hoodie that you now wore pooled around you, it had long lost the scent of his cologne

One small comfort now somewhat taken away as it waited

Over the phone you cry to Cesar, sobbing and hiccuping over words as you recount the events that happened

He panics, tells you he’s gonna come over to save you but you beg in not to

Knowing he’d be signing his own death certificate if he were to do so

“There’s nothing you can do Cesar” the words exit your mouth, a sob following suit as you add “j-just stay on the phone with me. I’m scared to be alone with just it”

So he stays on the phone, screaming at the fake angel as it tries to talk to you

It seems to annoy it, but Cesar could care less when it was tormenting you

T̷̤̣͚̠̩̜͈͎̹͖͆͂́̽̒̽̽̕͠ĥ̸̭̲͓͓͚̱̖̆͂̑̇ȁ̸̧̧͖̺̜̹̱͇̀̏͜ţ̴̧̛̱̪̮̳̫͖̑̌͐̋̿̽͘͜͜͠͝ ̶̨̢̛̟͙́͂̒͝͠ẇ̶͈̯͉̇a̷̘̱̤͍̙̻͐̆̓͒̔͒͘͘s̸̛̥̦͕̺͉͊́͗̽͜ ̸̼̘̤̰̩͇̟̰̈́̓̊̿̐̅̍͌͊ͅĥ̵̡͍̣͉͉̯̈͛̒̐͗̚ǐ̸̪̗͚̽̌̂͆͒͌̉͗ş̵̱̖̗̎͆̈́̂̅ ̷̨̨̞̼̻̰͇͖́̉̇̇̈͂͊͐f̸̛̣̯̻̗͖̎͂̎̋͌͝ī̸̠̼̰̘̖̣͕̝͗̽͒̋̈́͠͝ͅṙ̶̛̯̤̋̏̿̒͗͒̕͜ş̴̝̺̥͕͛̓͐̚͘͜ͅt̸̯̻̀͒̎͛̅́̀̈́͂͝ ̴̧̬͇̹̲͌͂͌̃͒̽͊͘͜͝͝m̴̛̻͈̩̝͓̦̠̊̾̔̔̉̉́i̴͍͕̖͕͉̙̻͑͑̈́̋̈́͝š̶̠͓̣̘̝̱̟͜ţ̸̣͂̓̊̿̄ä̵̫̺̮̌̏̓̀͒̍̈́͝k̷̹͑͑̾̈́͛͑͘ê̸̡̡̢̏͂̈́́̆̀̎͆͘

To calm you down he talks of your first date, the kids you both shared beneath the streetlights as snow rained down from above

It does enough so your not sobbing anymore, just small sniffles and quiet tears as you get up from your bed with a new bolt of energy

You don’t want to die here, you can’t die here without at least trying to save yourself

You owned Cesar and mark that but you also owed yourself a death that didn’t just have you rotting away

You look to your open closet and the small ceiling door to the attic

It looks so far away and seems so scary

Gabriel is strangely silent as Cesar talks of how he and mark first met you

Of how butterflies fluttered in his stomach when he saw you for the first time at the playground

“Cesar…when we get through this will we get ice cream, at our favourite shop?”

You can hear the shakiness ins his voice despite how much he tried to hide it, “of course. Chocolate chip cookie dough for you right?”

“Strawberry for you”

“Mint chocolate for mark”

You climb over an overturned hamper and reach for the string, pulling it down to reveal a ladder

You peer up into the darkness, quietly making your way up as your eyes jump from place to place

The shadows seem to play tricks on your mind, creating lurking figures that move from the corners of your eyes

Every creak of the old floorboards feel as loud as a freight train as you put Cesar off speaker

The phone in your hand feels like a brick as you keep it to your ear

The only light you have is from a window that has moonlight drifting in through it, giving you just enough light as to not stumble blindly

The cold glass feels nice against your skin as you look down to the ground below. Your 3 stories up but maybe if you opened it and jumped to the roof above your garage you coul-

There’s a second reflection staring back from in the distance, the corrupted face of your mother staring with soulless eyes as it wears her skin

You don’t have time to think, you don’t have time to enact your plan

You just barrel out the window as the phone clatters to the old wood ground and it charges after you

A scream barely leaves your mouth before you fall onto the pavement, a sickening crack filling the night sky

You pray to god that whoever’s you end up that false angel does not follow

And for once he listened

What you perceived to be the end for you is quickly dashed as you wake up abruptly confused and in an alleyway

It’s cold and damp, puddles pooling near you as stray raindrops dropped down onto the pavement below from old steel pipes

There are sirens in the distance making you jump and shakily stand up

Cesar’s hoodie is all that basically gives you warmth, your in nothing but pyjamas with no socks in the cold

Your shaking so bad, you can barely muster up the courage to take any steps from out the alleyway you woke up in

A sharp breeze wizes past and your half convinced you were almost blown over by it

Your hair is matted, your barefoot and the bags under your eyes don’t help with your image either

If you went to any business they’d likely chase you out

And you also didn’t have a fucking clue where you were

You stuff your clammy and shaking hands into your pockets to help warm them up, instead you find something

A Polaroid, you see your face smiling back at you as you stand beside Cesar and Mark with the same expressions

The sight of which makes you sob

Your shattered again for the second time this night, everything you k ew about yourself feeling more and more foreign as you sit down on the curb

Beneath a street lamp similar to the one you shared your first kiss with Cesar under

You begin repeating to yourself a sentence over and over again

Trying to convince yourself, to make sure as to not loose yourself in the confusion that racks your mind

“I’m y/n l/n, I’m 18 and live in Mandela country. I’m best friends with Mark and my boyfriend is Cesar, we meet after I disappeared briefly when I was 5 but returned a week later.”

As you keep saying it you trail off into silence at the last part

Did you really return?

The interval in which you disappeared you can’t remember at all. You only remember before and then after, never that week in which you disappeared out of thin air

It’s just blank, a static blur in your mind that up until now you’d never thought about

Everyone including yourself chalked it up to trauma, your young mind burying the contents of those 7 days as a defence mechanism of whatever had happened

But now your questioning it, now your digging deep into a grave that was meant to be left alone

But like all buried bodies it will eventually be unearthed

Exhumed from its resting place, from its peace to be picked and prodded at

Your head hurts, it feels like it’s being grated and compressed by a machine

A hand flies up to your head to help alleviate the pain and you feel a liquid coating it

Red now dripping down from the side of your head into your palm and onto the dirty concrete

It’s an ugly shade, mixing with the muddy water as the light from above flickers

You sit there for awhile, half awake and half asleep as time ticks on

Everything feels blurry to you, but you slightly wake up when you feel a hand find itself on your shoulder

Your blood turns cold and instinctively flinch away. Bolting forwards and landing on the asphalt, cowering and shaking on the ground as you stare at a man who looks at you with worry

He looks to be about in his 30’s, and is dressed in military esk gear with a large leather trench coat with fluff lining the inside

Your observing his features trying to find anything off like his eyes being too wide or unnatural shadows but nothing

He’s just a normal guy who’s seemingly worried about you

He asks if you were alright and if you needed help, it feels almost foreign to you

Last time you asked for help they never came

But with how he holds out his hand it’s obvious he wants-

Your stomach growls loudly and you grunt in pain, hand traveling down to grab at the pain ridden area

“Cmon kid lets get you some help-“

“N-no police please…I don’t trust them”

The man nods, leaning a bit close for his outstretched hand to get a bit closer. Your hesitant but accept it, the leather of his glove feeling nice against your palms. “I got an apartment near here, I’ll take you there and patch you up. I also have some leftovers you can have ok?” His tone is gentle as is his eyes, it’s a complete 180 from his appearance. “I’m Dan, shirt for Daniel but no one calls me that”

“Y/n…l/n.”

He smiles, nodding as he begins to lead the way, “nice name kid. Cmon, you must be freezing” he then shrugs off his coat. Placing it around your shoulders. It helps shield you from the unrelenting wind.

It seems as if the moon and stars are the only familiar thing you can see other than the television at the window of a shop that glitches in the corner of your eye

The man’s hand in which you held is your only anchor from breaking down

Though your sure your about to do that soon anyways

“Where am i?, this doesn’t look like Mandela county”

“Mandela county?, not sure where that is but your in Gotham”

“Gotham?….sir what’s the date?”

“Its February 20th 2023?, why?”

“….yesterday was September 8th 1992”

“…….well shit. It’s sad to say that in this city that’s the most common weird thing that’s I’ve heard of at this point”

Bonus

Cesar’s frantic shouts asking for you only get louder as the being known as “Gabriel” steps over the corpse of one of his followers

Anger lacing the angelic looking being’s face as his pure robes are stained with static filled blood

He picks up the phone that lays on a bed of glass as he stares down at your body before it shifts downwards to the phone in his hand

So this is what had kept you from remembering your true purpose

Pathetic worm he’d stamp out of existence

His smile stretches unnaturally, like plastic being pulled up to create a gruesome expression

“Your mother didn’t lock the doors Cesar” the voice in the other line makes Cesar’s heart stop, a cold terror washing over him as he then heard a twisted giggle that was monstrously inhuman.

“W-what?. What are you?!, what did you do to them?!?”

“Ỳ̴͖̤̝͕̩̪̙̮͖̖ó̷̧͈̮͓̤̪̬̺͍u̵̳̘̹͙͎̭̞͍̫̐̈́̂̀̏͝ͅr̶̳̱͚͌́̇ ̸̢̼̪̩̗̃̉̇̉̑m̵̡̬̮̰̪̿͂̄͆ơ̴̡̨̻͇͕̟̱̒̒̉͂͠t̸̡͎̩̺̦͆̊̓͌͜ͅh̶̘̞̔̈̎͐́͝ḙ̷̥̖̲̯͍̺̤̋̑͆́̄͠r̷̟̞̞̦̤̙̭͗̀͊̾͐́̽̚ ̶̢̡̤̗̻͔̘̠̥́͌̓̍̈́͛̀͌d̸͍͎̾̓ī̷͍͒̔̽͐̐̕͜d̵̡͉͉͎̰̜̣̖̉n̴̡̝̠̤̫̭̟̬̐̽͗̊͂̅͘ͅ’̶̝͖̋̆̕̕͝ţ̶̨̪̩̠̯̘͕͊̐͌͜ͅ ̸̢͓͙̰̫̒͊̉͊̿̋̕͘l̴̢̧͈̹͔͔̻̩͎͎̉͂̋̋͒ö̵̥̹̓̆͌͘͝c̵͔̻̮̱̝̟̗̤͗̎̑͠k̸̫͍̰͍͒̇͛̎͑̾̚ ̷̡̬̟͙͚̺̻̜̱̲̿t̵̩̾̆̕ͅh̴͍͉̲̠͋̐̓́́͂̋͊̚͝ẹ̴͓͎̤͙̑͜ ̴̨͉̖̫̥̩̦̝̊̈́̚͜͝d̷̞̖͙̱̖̠̣̥͂̔̍̀̈̀ö̷̙̑̔̅̆́̈͝ô̶̡̮̳̹̘͕͍̝͈̲r̴̨̬̬̥̲̗̓́̾̔͝s̵̱̝͉̞̀̄ ̷̺̹̲̗̈̀C̸̪̗̏̑̈́̿e̴̝͊͂̂̚s̵̯̺̣͚̮̤̀̎̔͂̒́̾̒͝a̴̭̩͖͑͋̔́̈́̓̒̆r”

The line goes dead and Gabriel imagine the symphony of screams echoing in that pathetic worm’s home

How dare he. The audacity of him and that friend of his to make you think of humanity as actually worth something

Ţ̸̪͙̲͚̥̪͓̗̤́͗̿̃̍̒̊̌̚̚h̷̝̩͚͈͈͎̠͇̃̏̚a̷̛͙̠̩̯̅̍̓̒̐̈́̌̍̈́͜ṭ̸̤͗̐͂̆̐̓́ ̶͚̀͘w̸̧̡̡̘͖͕͈̝̞̄́̈́͊͌͛̎͂ͅa̷̢̭̯̙͛̈́s̴̘͎͓̺͊͆ ̴̣̏̉̆̎h̸̬̞̘̾͗̋̾̚i̵͔̬̮͚͕̿͌ͅs̷̭̗̆̍ ̴̛̦̮͌̄̿́̈́̆ş̷̻̋̀̔̌̇͆e̷̱̾͂ç̵̼͓̮̯̠̻̜̠̈͌̈́̉̽̇̀̆͜ỏ̸̫n̷̡͖̬͈̪͉̊̽̇̆̀̾͊ͅd̷̡̡̞͔̞̟̗́ͅͅ ̵̨̲̹̮̥͖̞̍̔̎͝m̵̜̥̜͙̰͙̩̩̮̿̇̀̈̑̈́͌̃͊̕ï̷͍̈́͗̈̌̄͂͋s̴̬̬̩̙̮̊̂t̸̡͔̭͎͂̈́̈̉̀͝a̷̢͕̩̫̠͐̉͛͒̒̇̈͂̏̚ͅk̸̛̯̮̣̮̭̘͕͙̦̃͒̓͜e̷̡̠̘̘͖̍̋͜͠

Oh well, soon enough neither would be a problem anymore

It’s ironic to him how this has turned out

His stares goes back to your body, an odd emotion filling him as-

Wait what was that?

Something happened, a crack in reality that only he and HIM can manipulate appears

It swallows you up before he can do anything

But with that comes a hope

the worry In his brow disappears, he will find you again

He just needed time and patience

#platonic #alternate y/n #dc x reader

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minus-starcatcher-beyond · 2 years

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I SAID ONE TIME. THAT ID MAKE CHARACTERS IN DIFFERENT OUTFITS. I finally did one-

Cesar in fancy clothes ok bye

#a silent voice/ cesar #just some bored kid/ ooc #art time!/ mod’s art

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undrsk0re · 3 months

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Walking home

Ash just gotout of work a little bit later

MiM au by @moonlightsmasquerade

Im hoping to god i wrote cesar right ówò

Itd been a week.

A week sinced hed moved there and he was already starting to feel paranoid.

Ash had presumed that mandela county was having a monster movie competition. It wouldve explained all the people who looked less like people and more like creatures from the depths of his subconscious. Everyone hed ask about it replied affirming his belief. But now and again, itd feel off. And tonight was one of those nights.

Ash was walking home from working at Mandelatech. The air felt like it was coated in frost and not even the full moon in the sky could pierce the pitch blackness of the streets infront of him. He pulled out his phone, turning it on and turning on the flashlight, his phone becoming an ivory beacon, combined with the phone screen reflecting off his face, his location was... obvious. And it was probably not the best odea to be this easy to spot. But, as far as he could see, he was completely isolated in the dark.

"...huh.", he muttered under his breath, looking around and shining his phone in different directions, the light dispersing the black haze around him.

"Its...real quiet out here."

He couldnt help but feel a little bit unnerved by the eldritch silence around him. Every howl of the wind startling him just a bit more, sounding more and more wolf like with every gust that passed through his hair. The tense feeling in his chest growing more intense and suffocating, as if something was curling around his ribcage, ready to snap it clean in half. He could hear his breathe stuttering and fracturing with every step and was almost sure that he was shaking.

"I'll be home soon, ill be fine". He was taken aback by how shaky and silent his voice had suddenly become. There was nobody around, why was he whispering?

"Alright ive only got a few more kilometers to go and ill be fine. Its not that big of...a-"

He trailed off. His thoughts replaced by a concerned silence as he swore he could feel a presence somewhere. He darted his flashlight around, all his hair standing on end and his eyes quivering in their sockets. But nobody was even there. He kept checking around him, growing more and more nervous as he kept seeing the same buildings around him, cleared by the beam of light from his phone. Until he eventually realized that he was worrying about a non existent issue.

"Ash, what the hell..??"

He facepalmed, as he started to rationalise his situation and calmed down.

"God. I probably looked so dumb doing that. There was literally nobody there and i still panicked. Wow. "

He reverted his direction towards where he was going before and kept walking, not noticing the pair of blood red glowing circles observing his every breathe. Advancing slowly and without disturbing a single atom in the air. Ash started feeling tense again, he couldnt shake that feeling of being watched, but he tried to sonder on his way home. His paranoia grew, his eyes rattling and his breathing felt heavy and glasslike. Every now and then he'd catch a glimpse of the silent sentry watching on, but he tried his best to ignore it as a hallucination. Until he heard a voice call out to his from the dark.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing out here?! Its dangerous, yknow"

Ash flinched, losing balance and swiftly turning around to the source of whoever spoke from the night, his phone beam breaking the shadows obscuring everything around him. Unveiling who he was being spoken to by.

His hands trembled, threatening to drop his phone onto the hard pavement, and sweat ran down his face as he stood, locked in eye contact with whoever he had encountered.

It was a person? Ash couldnt tell for sure. His hair was inky black and his eyes gleamed like a cars headlights. But the most unsettling thing about this person was how, bat-like he was. As far ash could see, this guy had bat like ears and possibly had wings, and his fangs looked like white daggers that reflected the light of his phone.

"Who- who are you??"

"I should be asking the same question! Why are you out here?!"

"Im going home from work-? I got out abit later than usual"

The person sighed, clearly concerned about ashs safety.

"Its dangerous out here at night yknow! You have no idea what could be lurking!"

Ash became more unsettled

"What do you mean, what to do mean by "what could be lurking?!""

The person didnt really elaborate

"Nevermind, its not too important. Just get home quickly.", he stated, firm in his tone, only making ash more curious and concerned

"...what-"

"Dont worry about it"

Ash could only think about that as the person walked away into the pitch black, before quickly continuing down the street, gradually walking faster and faster as time went on, practically sprinting down the street by the time hed gotten home. Forcing the door to his small home open and hurrying inside before slamming it shut again.

He was home. He had the time to ponder what had just happened.

He collapsed on his bed, turning his phone off, letting the flashlight keep shining as he processed the events of the last few minutes. Especially the strange bat man who'd warned him about dangers in the dark

"What the hell did he mean by that-", he murmured to himself, twiddling his thumbs together and slowly growing more paranoid. "Why did he look like a bat-. No, wait. He looked like a vampire. Ive never seen someone wander round in movie makeup. Was he filming..?" A small thought popped into his head. What if it...

"Nono...that...couldnt have been a real vampire could it..? Vampires arent real"

He started thinking a bit harder. Everyone else in town had weirdly realistic special effects and costumes too, that he couldnt put logic to. The thought of being wrong scared him, and he tried to shove his paranoia to the back of his subconscious. Monsters arent real, he kept repeating in his head, hoping itd relax his nerves. But it was futile.

He could only bring himself to mutter one thing.

"Im starting to think that something isnt right about this film festival"

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loohs-world · 1 year

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Summary: Your brother Mason calls at the wrong time

César Azpilicueta x reader!fem

"Answer " | César Azpilicueta

warnings: oral (f. receive), praise kink, pet names (good girl, baby, pretty girl), dom!Cesar, fingering, threat of orgasm denial, cunnilingus, degradation

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"Fuck baby." He kisses that spot that makes you arch your back off the bed, moans falling from his lips. He plunges back into her pussy at relentless speed, licking and sucking her clit.

You're so caught up in his movements that you barely notice the phone ringing.

You look to see who could be calling at this time, which is the worst time for anyone to call, by the way.

You look at the cell phone screen and realize it's Mason, your brother. God of all the times he could be calling, it had to be right now, that I was being fucked by my boyfriend.

Cesar lifts his head, stopping all movement on you, "Answer."

"What?" You're not sure if you heard right because he might want you to pick up the phone right now.

He's lying between you, making you moan so loud the neighbors could probably hear,"You can't be serious, right?"

“One hundred percent serious, now pick up.” His voice is stern and somber, you look at him with wide eyes meeting his eyes.

You try to beg him, but it doesn't work. And when you go to pick up the phone, the call drops.

"Call your brother back."

"But-"

"Now." He rises to kneel between her legs, still holding her thighs open.

"But, can't I just call him later, you know, after...?" You emphasize the last word to make him see how desperate you are right now.

“No, call him right now. And the whole time I'll be right here,” he strokes a finger over her folds, “pleasing you like the slut you are.” He plants a kiss on your inner thigh, making your eyes roll back because he's so close yet so far from where you need him, "and if you stutter or moan or even whimper, you won't come tonight."

His big brown eyes are boring into yours in silent warning.

"Fine," you groan, then you pull out your cell phone and unlock it, hitting the call button next to Mason's name.

The phone rings a few times and soon Mason's voice is heard.

"Hey Y/N, are you busy?" You look at Cesar, trying one more time to plead silently, he just blinks and goes back to what he was doing.

You have to bite your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape your lips. Taking a deep breath before replying, “Uh, no, just lying down. And there?"

"Well, I needed to talk to you about the party Kepa is having, pool party after practice tomorrow?"

What your brother says seems to pique Cesar's interest and he looks at you, not stopping his movements.

You look at him before just rolling your eyes and focusing on Mason again, "Oh yeah, how about that?"

He clears his throat, "Well, I was wondering if maybe, if it's not too much trouble, you could absolutely say no by the way, but, if you could-"

You interrupt him before he can finish because you know where this is going: "Yes, I'll try to set you up with Elizabeth,I'm sure Andrea would like to help too." Your voice breaks a little midway through as Cesar licks that sweet spot on you.

"Really?! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how happy this makes me!" Mason yells from the other end, causing you to pull the phone away from your ear.

“Yeah, I'm glad I could help, that's—” At that point, Cesar taps you, mid-sentence. You feel like he's trying to get you to blow your cover.

Do you do your best to stifle the sigh that comes from within, "Is that all?" you try and it doesn't sound like you want to hang up on your brother but god you really did. you love him, plus he was really screwing up his sex with his boyfriend

“Yes, but now I need help choosing an outfit, I feel like everything I own isn't pretty enough. I should wear shorts and a shirt, because I mean, wearing underwear next to her is going to be nerve-racking." "or I could wear my blue shorts, but wait, Cesar isn't wearing blue is he? I don't want to be totally equal with him. Not that I don't want to! "

"It's just that I really want Elizabeth to date me, what if she thinks I'm dating Cesar? I mean, I know he's got you and everything—"

At the mention of her name, he quickens his attacks on her clit and adds another finger It takes every ounce of you not to groan right into the phone, the way it's moving right now is making it difficult to function.

"Y/N?" Mason calls from the other end.

"Hmm?"

“I asked if you think I should wear the black shorts or the swim trunks. Are you okay? You seem distracted."

Shit he's gonna get us you

“Oh, yes, I'm fine.” He picks up the pace again, making you bite his hand, “Just thinking." "How about that, are you and I going shopping for new clothes tomorrow so you can wear something new and really impress Elizabeth?"

You try to get each word out as quickly as possible before another groan erupts. The way he is teasing and just sticking his fingers in you is making your head spin.

"This is a good idea. Okay, so what time do you want to meet?"

“I don't know, how about noon. That way, we can,” you clear your throat to try to contain the groans, “have lunch too. Sound good?" He takes a minute before answering."

“Uh yeah, that should work. Call me when you're on your way?"

"Yes. See you tomorrow Mason."

"Excellent. I love you little sister"

"Love you too", you hang up the phone as quickly as possible and let out the moan you've been holding back the whole time.

“Shit, baby,” he lifts his head between her legs, keeping pace with his fingers, “you got tighter the longer he kept you on the phone. "Does the idea of getting caught really turn you on that much?"

You couldn't control your pussy walls clenching at the thought. Getting caught while he's mindlessly fucking you is like, fuck you can't even describe it.

“Oh, do you? I feel the way you tighten around me. You like the idea of someone finding out what a whore you are” he just groans and goes back to abusing her clit with his mouth.

The sensation of him sucking and licking your clit while also fucking you with his fingers is becoming too much and you start to feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Shit love, I'm going to come,” you whimper as he keeps moving.

“Then come for me. I so want to feel you come all over my face”

he pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his mouth, ready to lick up whatever spills when you finally fall over the edge.

His fingers go to your clit, rubbing in tight circles, causing you to wrap your hands in his hair and pull. This causes him to moan as he continues to lick you.

“Come on my pretty girl. Come for me, wet my face with your cum. I want to taste all of you."

The vibration of her moan and her words are enough to make you fall off that ledge.

He laps you, taking as much as he can, still fucking you during his orgasm. You slowly begin to lower yourself from his height, loosening your death grip on his hair and relaxing him to your side your body becomes immobile, you can barely move a muscle.

"Good girl. You did so good to me, you didn't screw it up this time. And God, you taste so good, I could sit between those thighs for hours,he caresses her thighs as he lays down beside her. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls you close to him. You snuggle close to him, happy to just be with him.

"Thank you dear"

"You're welcome," he kisses her temple, "Now what made Mason think I would date him?"

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the-haunted-walkman · 7 months

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Communion

𝔸𝕝𝕓𝕦𝕞 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕒 ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

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It burned down his throat like it was gasoline and his sin sparked guilt was fire that crawled across its surface, scorching his throat till it swelled shut.

All the better to keep him silent, he supposed.

Silent and reverent in the house of the Lord, like a good boy. Like a good man. Like the good should. Silent and obedient and in fear.

He was supposed to be in fear. Be in fear in the holy kind of way. They preached how fear, in the Bible, could have meant a form of respect.

Mark had plenty of fear in him. He respected his church and its head a lot. Respect, , , being used for fear.

Cesar sat beside him, silent, holding an empty communion cup. His warm hands trembled slightly. Mark winced, but kept his head bent in mocked prayer. His own hands shook too. Holding an identical glass.

"Hallowed be thy name" the pastor's voice drones on, made loud and booming by old high ceilings assaulted with the power of new shining speakers. Mark wondered how they had the money for those while they preached of our reach programs for the less fortunate. Mark chided himself for questioning those he feared- respected.

"This is my body, eat it, and think of me"

The pastor boomed, echoing someone long past and out of reach, the moon mimicking the sun's glow, shining light but casting longer shadows, only a reflection of something else's burning power.

Mark and Cesar tip their little cups back, the small dry wafers inside being tossed back into their mouths before they both bowed their heads again. It was almost scary how in unison they were. How in unison the whole congregation was. Mark and Cesar had watched a video essay on cults, unbeknownst to their parents. Mark tried not to think of religious groups and their drinks.

The wafer laid on Mark's tongue. He wondered how something could be so dry. It soaked up all the wetness in his mouth, all the residual red fruit juice. It had been fruit juice this time, they must not have had enough cash after buying the speakers to get wine. Mark wonders if the pastor had done them in the right order.

Maybe the blood of Christ was supposed to help wash down the body.

Mark fought a wince at the thought.

" Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven"

The voice boomed and droned and invaded his head like the static of the TV did while he slept whenever the film he'd fallen asleep to ended.

Beside him Cesars foot started to wiggle, half suppressed fidgets as it bounced in the air a bit. He always got fidgety around the time the pastor had started saying The Prayer a second time. Cesar couldn't help it.

Sunday's were hell for both of them.

Mark kept his head down. His own shoes had mood caked on the sides from the walk from their car to the front door. His dads shone beside him in the multicolored light that streamed in from the stained glass windows that framed the pastor up front, far too beautiful for someone so dark and gray and solemn. Mark didn't know how his dad managed to keep his shoes mud free. Mark didn't know how his dad stayed so pure in any form.

Cesar didn't talk about his dad a lot, there wasn't a lot to say. He lived somewhere down in Florida with a woman whose hair was too yellow to be natural and with kids who only bore a whisper of resemblance to Cesar. Mark had asked him late one night if he didn't like his dad's new family. Cesar had shrugged, laying on his side and snuggled under his old worn afghan from his abuela and said that he didn't so much hate them as much as he pitied them. Cesar said that he wasn't sure but from the one time he'd seen his dad since he left his Mama and him here, well, , the smell of shitty vodka has aged just as terribly as his father.

Cesars foot stopped tapping in the air, stilling halfway up, then loading slowly, timidly. Mark kept his head down, not wincing still. He could almost feel the heavy and silently reprimanding hand of Cesar's Abuela on his own shoulder, knowing too well the routine by now. It happened every Sunday that the pastor insisted on communion.

The prayer finally ended and Mark looked up. His eyes rested in the direction of the pulpit, that tall slender and droning man standing behind it. Cesar was in his peripheral, painfully still. Cesar would have little scabs around his mouth when Mark saw him tomorrow at the bus stop. He would chew his lips bloody today as he tried not to fidget.

Cesar knew as well as Mark the rules of church and fear and respect.

They wouldn't be able to quietly whisper and giggle after church like they usually do today. Mark's dad had a meeting with the other church Deacons afterwards, and so Mark would have to politely sit and wait outside of the room. Silent and small in that big, long and yellow hallway. Mark would stare out at it and wonder if that hall went down forever like some sort of creepypasta style horror flick.

Mark wondered if the sermon would last forever this time.

Mark sent a silent prayer to whatever god was listening for them to start their closing hymns.

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clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles · 17 days

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Friendship Rivalry Unveiled

“Heh… glad to let myself loose today.”

Ever since Clean Bubbles crossed paths with Mark Heathcliff a few days ago, her heart has been in a constant state of flutter. The kindness and care he showed her, something she hadn't experienced in over 15 years, was a revelation. Knowing she wasn’t the only one navigating the harsh world of deceptions was a relief.

But despite her best efforts to distance herself from Mark, to push him away and protect him from the dangers that lurked in the shadows, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him. He had wormed his way into her heart with his kindness and understanding, and try as she might, she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed him, that he was the only one who truly understood her.

However, this newfound connection was not without its challenges. It was a double-edged sword, bringing a whole new set of worries. She constantly fretted about her friend, juggling between maintaining her reputation, preserving these friendships, and living a split life.

The blue and black-haired girl sighed, her feet gently swaying on the bench in the serene local park. The small ducks, a stark contrast to her inner turmoil, swam peacefully in the pond as she fed them peas and grapes under the cloudy sky. Their quacks of gratitude filled the air, momentarily soothing her troubled mind.

Her secrets bore down on her shoulders, threatening to crush her beneath their burden. She knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down, not when her very existence in Mandela County depended on maintaining her facade of normalcy.

As she sat lost in her thoughts, a familiar voice called out, snapping her out of her reverie. "Hey there, Clean Bubbles!" Mark's voice rang out, his warm smile lighting up his face as he approached.

Clean Bubbles forced a smile, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest as she greeted him. "H-Hey, Mark," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I-I didn't expect to see you here."

Mark chuckled, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, I thought I'd surprise you," he said, his grin widening. "But hey, speaking of surprises, I've got someone I want you to meet."

Clean Bubbles' heart skipped a beat at his words, her mind racing with a million possibilities. Who could Mark possibly want her to meet? And what would they think of her, with her strange name and even stranger circumstances?

Before she could voice her concerns, Mark gestured towards the figure standing beside him, a broad smile on his face. "This is Cesar Torres," he said, his voice filled with pride. "He's my best friend."

She forced herself to remain calm and hide the turmoil as she greeted Cesar with a polite smile. It was his friend who was (possibly) killed by his Alternate and took his place, following Mark home and torturing him.

But that was WAY in the future, thankfully.

"H-Hi, Cesar," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's nice to meet you."

Cesar returned her greeting with a warm smile, his brown eyes twinkling with curiosity as he studied her. "Hey there, Clean Bubbles," he replied, his voice friendly. "Mark's told me a lot about you. It's finally great to meet you in person."

Clean Bubbles felt panic rising within her at Cesar's words. What had Mark told him about her? And more importantly, what would he think when he discovered the truth about her, her alter ego, and the secrets she harbored?

But as she glanced between Mark and Cesar, she realized she couldn't afford to let her fears control her. She had to keep her calm, maintain her facade of normalcy, and keep her secrets hidden at all costs.

With a forced smile, she turned to Mark and Cesar, her heart pounding as she forced herself to act naturally. "S-So, what do you guys want to do?" she asked, her voice tinged with strained cheerfulness. "I-I'm up for anything."

Mark and Cesar exchanged glances, silent communication passing between them before Mark turned back to Clean Bubbles with a grin. "Well, we were thinking of grabbing some ice cream," he suggested, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “There's this new place that sells cheap ice cream, but there are many flavors we can try out. Do you want some?"

The girl hesitated momentarily, her mind racing as she weighed the risks of spending more time with Mark and Cesar against the potential rewards of forging more robust connections. But in the end, her longing for companionship overcame her fear, and she forced a smile.

"S-Sure, that sounds... nice," she replied, her voice wavering slightly. "I-I love ice cream."

Mark's grin widened at her response, his enthusiasm infectious. "Great!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Let's go, then. It's not too far from here."

Together, the three set off toward downtown, the faint cracks of the sun between the clouds casting long rays of light across the streets. Clean Bubbles felt excitement and trepidation swirling within her as they walked, her heart pounding.

When they reached the ice cream parlor, a small bell tinkled overhead. The sweet scent of sugar and waffle cones filled the air. Clean Bubbles couldn't help but smile at the colorful array of flavors displayed behind the glass counter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the face of such simple pleasures.

“Cesar, what do you want to get?”

“I’ll go for my usual blueberry pie.”

“Seriously? You don’t want strawberry? It’s great and sweet and fruity!”

“Hey! Mine is fruity, too!”

“Well, mine is better!”

Mark and Cesar eagerly debated which flavors to try, their laughter filling the air as they discussed the merits of strawberry versus blueberry. Clean Bubbles watched them with amusement and longing, her heart aching at their easy camaraderie.

But even as she allowed herself to enjoy the moment, a nagging voice reminded her of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. She couldn't afford to let her guard down, not when her very existence in Mandela County depended on maintaining her facade of normalcy.

As she reached for her wallet to pay for her ice cream, her hand brushed against something cold and metallic in her pocket. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she realized with horror that she had forgotten to leave her weapons behind, the tools of her trade that marked her as something other than human. “OH CRAP! Where the hell did I put my wallet!?” She thought.

Panic surged through her veins as she fumbled for an excuse, her mind racing as she tried to devise a plausible explanation. But before she could say anything, Mark and Cesar turned to her with expectant smiles, their ice cream cones in hand.

"Hey, Clean Bubbles, are you alright?" Mark asked, his brow furrowing with concern. "You seem... tense."

Clean Bubbles forced a smile, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to mask her inner turmoil. "Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine," she replied, her voice sounding hollow even to her ears. "Just... just–I forgot about my wallet!” Her tone came out as a slight shrill squeak. “S-Sorry, here we go.” She pulled out a ten-dollar bill from her pocket. She secretly had to create a random wallet filled with cash to make it convincing that she had it. “I’d like to pay for a single vanilla ice cream scoop in a cup, please.” She paid it to the cashier.

The cashier nodded, taking the money with a smile as she handed Clean Bubbles her ice cream. “Here you go, one vanilla scoop in a cup,” she said cheerfully, her voice warm and friendly.

Clean Bubbles accepted the ice cream with a grateful smile, her heart racing from the close call. She couldn't afford to slip up like that again, not when the stakes were so high.

"Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I appreciate it."

“Oh, here’s your $8.85 back.” the cashier handed her the extra change.

“N-No, you can keep it.” She breathed softly. “I-I think you need it more than me, especially in this world of these Alternates that are roaming around the corners… although they don’t seem so strangely appear anymore…” Bubbles spoke the last part quietly, knowing that she was the one who had been killing them off but never revealed it.

The cashier's eyes widened in surprise at Clean Bubbles' words, a mixture of confusion and gratitude flickering across her features. "Oh, uh, thank you," she stammered, her voice tinged with disbelief. "T-That's really kind of you. I-I'll put it in the tip jar."

Clean Bubbles nodded with a small smile, her heart aching at the hardships that the people of Mandela County face daily. She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for hiding her true identity from them, for pretending to be something she wasn't.

As she turned to join Mark and Cesar, she caught sight of a shadow lurking in the corner of her vision, a dark figure watching her from across the street. Panic surged through her veins as she realized with horror that one of the Alternates had followed her, its eyes filled with malice and hunger.

But before she could react, the figure melted back into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. Clean Bubbles' heart pounded in her chest as she tried to catch her breath, her hands trembling as she clutched her ice cream cup tightly. “Everything is alright, Bubbles…” She thought. “Don’t go out to kill it… just pretend you’re unaware of your capabilities, and everything will be fine. The Alternate doesn’t know that you’re the Celestial Artisan.” A shaky breath left her as she felt goosebumps run down her spine.

"Hey, are you alright?" Mark's voice cut through the haze of fear clouding her mind, and his expression was filled with concern.

Clean Bubbles forced a smile, her heart pounding as she tried to push down the rising panic. "Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine," she replied, her voice sounding hollow even to her ears. "Just… just… saw a bug, that’s all.”

Cesar didn't seem convinced by her feeble attempt at reassurance, but he didn't press further. Instead, he reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder, offering her a supportive smile. "Well, whatever it was, it's gone now," he said softly. "You're safe with us, Clean Bubbles. We won't let anything happen to you."

Clean Bubbles felt a surge of gratitude welling within her at his words, his kindness offering her a glimmer of hope in the darkness threatening to consume her whole. With a slight nod, she forced herself to take a deep breath, pushing down the fear that threatened to overwhelm her.

"Thanks, Cesar," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I appreciate it."

Together, the three of them continued their walk, the taste of ice cream sweet on Clean Bubbles' tongue as she tried to push aside the memories of the shadowy figure that had haunted her. She knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down, not when her very existence in Mandela County depended on maintaining her facade of normalcy.

In the meantime, Mark and Cesar exchanged glances, rivaling each other about what they wanted to do for the group, which Bubbles was oblivious to the exchange.

“No, we should hang out in the arcade!” Mark sighed with frustration.

“Mi amigo, I suggest we watch a movie at my house. I think it’ll be better for Clean Bubbles. Besides, it’s safe. Plus, my mom hasn’t seen her.” Cesar huffed.

“Cesar, the arcade is practical entertainment. There’s that adrenaline in gaming competition! I doubt that movies will shake off Bubbles’s worries.”

As their voices got slightly louder, Bubbles paused and glanced back. “...What are you two talking about?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, narrowing her eyes with slight amusement at the two boys. “This reminds me of my two cousins, Blue Wing and Tyler, who do funny petty arguments.” She thought.

Caught off guard by Clean Bubbles' interruption, Mark and Cesar exchanged sheepish glances, their rivalry momentarily forgotten in her amused scrutiny.

"Oh, uh, we were just discussing what to do next," Mark replied, his voice tinged with embarrassment. “It's nothing serious."

Cesar nodded in agreement, though a mischievous twinkle danced in his eyes. "Yeah, just... just a friendly debate," he added, his tone playful. "But hey, we should let Clean Bubbles decide. What do you want to do, Clean Bubbles?"

The girl couldn't help but chuckle at Mark and Cesar's playful bickering. Despite their underlying tension, she couldn't deny the warmth and camaraderie that radiated from their friendship.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she considered their options. She appreciated their efforts to include her in their plans despite her challenges in maintaining her normalcy facade.

"Well," she began, her voice thoughtful as she glanced between Mark and Cesar, "the arcade sounds like a lot of fun. But I think I'd prefer to watch a movie at your house, Cesar." She offered him a warm smile. "It sounds... cozy."

Cesar's face lit up with a bright grin at her choice, his eyes sparkling excitedly. "Great choice, Clean Bubbles!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "I-I mean, if that's okay with you, Mark?"

Mark hesitated for a moment, furrowing his brow in thought. But then, with a resigned smile, he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds good," he replied, his tone tinged with disappointment. “I-I mean, it's up to Clean Bubbles, right?"

Clean Bubbles felt a pang of guilt at Mark's disappointment, knowing that she had inadvertently caused it by choosing Cesar's suggestion over his. But she pushed down her guilt, reminding herself that she couldn't afford to let her feelings cloud her judgment, not when her very existence in Mandela County depended on maintaining her facade of normalcy.

"Thank you, Mark," she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. "I-I appreciate your understanding. And... and hey, we can always go to the arcade next time, right?"

Mark's smile widened at her words, the disappointment fading from his eyes. "Yeah, of course," he replied, his tone cheerful. "Next time, for sure. But for now, let's go and enjoy the movie."

With that, the three of them set off toward Cesar's house, their laughter filling the air as they walked. Clean Bubbles couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging in their company despite the secrets she harbored and the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

The door opened softly as they reached Cesar's house, and the three stepped into Cesar’s humble adobe.

His house was warm and inviting, a comforting refuge from the chill of the afternoon air. Clean Bubbles took in her surroundings with curiosity and awe, her eyes wandering over the cozy living room adorned with colorful throw pillows and soft blankets.

“Mi hijo, you’re back already?”

A soft voice spoke up. It was a Hispanic woman in a light blue buttoned-up shirt. She wore a long dark blue dress with black leathery flats adorning her feet. She had short, messy black and dark brown hair, just like Cesar’s. She had pearly earrings and a white pearly-beaded necklace around her neck.

“Oh my!” Her tired, dark brown eyes lit up as she saw the two friends with Cesar. “Mark! You came!” She walked over and gave him a handshake and a hug.

“H-Hi, Mrs. Torres.” Clean Bubbles grinned shyly, waving softly.

“Oh! You’re that girl that Cesar has been talking about!” She smiled, giving her a handshake and a hug. “You look so nice for my boy.” She gently cupped her cheeks as Bubbles squeaked when they were pinched gently. “Mi hijo,” She turned to his son before jokingly exclaiming, “Why did it take you so long to find a nice girl like her!?”

Cesar's cheeks flushed bright red at his mother's teasing, and he stammered out a response. "M-Mom, she's just a friend," he protested, his embarrassment evident in his voice.

Mrs. Torres laughed warmly, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Oh, come on, Cesar," she chided playfully. "Don't be shy. It's good to have friends, especially ones as kind and polite as Clean Bubbles and Mark."

Mark chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "T-Thank you, Mrs. Torres," he said, his cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. "I-It's nice to see you again."

Clean Bubbles offered Mrs. Torres a warm smile, her heart swelling with gratitude at the woman's kindness and acceptance. Despite her fears and doubts, she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in Cesar's home, surrounded by his warm and welcoming family.

"Thank you for having us, Mrs. Torres," she said softly, her voice tinged with sincerity. "I-It means a lot."

Mrs. Torres smiled warmly at Clean Bubbles, her eyes shining with motherly affection. "You're always welcome here, mi amiga," she said gently. "Now, why don't you three get comfortable in the living room? I'll make snacks for you to enjoy while watching your movie."

With that, Mrs. Torres bustled off to the kitchen, leaving Clean Bubbles, Mark, and Cesar alone in the cozy living room. Clean Bubbles couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over her as she sank into the soft couch, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to relax, to enjoy the simple pleasure of spending time with friends. Clean Bubbles couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her at their efforts to make her feel welcome.

"So, what kind of movie are you in the mood for, Clean Bubbles?" Cesar asked, turning to her with a smile. "We've got action, comedy, horror–you name it."

Clean Bubbles glanced at the movie selection on the screen, her mind racing as she tried to make a suitable choice. She knew she had to pick something that wouldn't raise suspicion but would blend in with the facade of normalcy she had carefully constructed.

"Hm… how about Indiana Jones?" she asked hesitantly. "I-I could use a good pump of excitement. Besides, I haven’t really watched it, not to mention that I don’t really watch a lot of movies."

Cesar's face lit up with a bright grin at Clean Bubbles' choice, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Indiana Jones, huh?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "That's a classic! I love that movie!"

Mark nodded eagerly in agreement. "Yeah, me too!" he chimed in, his grin mirroring Cesar's. "It's got action, adventure, and a bit of humor. Plus, Harrison Ford is awesome!"

Clean Bubbles couldn't help but smile at their infectious enthusiasm, her heart warming at their shared excitement. "G-Great," she replied, her voice tinged with relief. "I-I'm glad you guys like it. Let's watch it then."

With that, the three of them settled in on the couch, Mrs. Torres returning with a tray of snacks and drinks just in time. As the opening credits rolled on the screen, Clean Bubbles felt a sense of peace wash over her, the worries and stresses of her double life fading into the background.

For the following minutes, they lost themselves in Indiana Jones's thrilling adventures, laughing at the humorous moments and gasping at the heart-pounding action scenes. Clean Bubbles couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed herself so much, the simple joy of spending time with friends filling her heart with warmth.

They were patiently waiting for Indiana Jones to have a sword fight with one of the antagonists in Cairo. “Come on! Kick hit butt with that sword!” Mark exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah! Chuck it in his face!” Cesar added.

Bubbles didn’t say anything as she was excitedly tapping her feet.

Indiana Jones simply just looked bored and annoyed as he whipped out his pistol, shooting the man.

*BAM!*

Instantly, the man fell, dead from the bullet.

“HAHAHA!” The girl laughed and wheezed, not expecting the scene to be so anti-climactic. She was clutching her stomach as she struggled to catch her breath.

Clean Bubbles' laughter filled the room, prompting Mark and Cesar to join. The tension from earlier seemed to melt away as they laughed together, bonding over the scene's absurdity.

Mark wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, his grin wide with amusement. "Wow, that was unexpected," he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I-I guess Indiana Jones doesn't mess around."

Cesar nodded in agreement, his laughter echoing through the room. "Yeah, no kidding," he replied, his voice tinged with amusement. "I-I guess sometimes the simplest solution is the best one."

Clean Bubbles wiped away tears of mirth from her eyes, her cheeks flushed with laughter. "Y-Yeah, who knew a bullet could solve everything? That’s why you don’t bring a sword into a gunfight unless the person already has the gun." she quipped, her voice filled with amusement.

Together, the three of them continued to laugh and joke as they watched the rest of the movie, their worries momentarily forgotten in the face of such simple pleasures. Clean Bubbles couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her at their efforts to include her and make her feel welcome and accepted.

As the credits rolled on the screen, signaling the movie's end, Clean Bubbles felt a sense of contentment wash over her. For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to relax, to enjoy the simple pleasure of spending time with friends.

Yet, she also felt disappointed at the thought of their evening ending. She had enjoyed their time together, the simple pleasure of watching a movie with friends, something she had missed dearly.

But as she glanced at Mark and Cesar, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the TV screen, she realized with a start that she had found something even more precious than friendship in their company. She had found a sense of belonging, a fleeting moment of respite amid chaos and uncertainty.

"Thanks for inviting me over, Cesar," she said softly, her voice tinged with sincerity. "I-I had a really great time."

Cesar smiled warmly at her, his eyes shining with affection. "Anytime, Clean Bubbles," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "You're always welcome here, mi amiga."

Mark nodded eagerly in agreement. "Yeah, what he said," he chimed in, his grin wide with enthusiasm. "I-I'm glad you had fun. We should do this again sometime."

Clean Bubbles felt a surge of gratitude welling within her at their words, their kindness offering her a glimmer of hope in the darkness threatening to consume her whole. With a small smile, she nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I-I'd like that," she replied softly, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time. "Let's do it again soon."

Mark and Cesar exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting the warmth and camaraderie they had shared throughout the evening. With a smile, Mark squeezed Clean Bubbles' hand, his expression filled with understanding.

"Thank you, Clean Bubbles," he replied, his voice gentle. "For being here with us. For... for being you."

Clean Bubbles felt a surge of emotion welling within her at his words, her heart swelling with gratitude. She knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down, not when her very existence in Mandela County depended on maintaining her facade of normalcy.

But in that fleeting moment of connection, surrounded by friends who accepted her for who she was, she allowed herself to hope. To hope for a future where she could be herself and didn't have to hide behind a mask of lies and deception.

As she bid Mark and Cesar goodnight and stepped out into the cool night air, she felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and dangers, but with friends by her side, she knew she could face whatever the future held.

And as she disappeared into the darkness, the echoes of laughter and friendship lingering in the air, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she could find her way back home.

When she arrived at her house and stepped inside, she took a moment to think about today when she was spending time with her friends before she chuckled,

“Heh… glad to let myself loose today.”

#my ocs #original character #the mandela catalogue #Anon {Mandela Catalogue x OC!Reader}#mandela catalogue x reader #mandela catalogue oc #tmc mark #tmc cesar

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joelhersheysofficial · 11 months

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[Soft knocks ring true through the now-silent room. The alternate standing on the other side carries a worried expression as they gently knock, once more, after no answer.]

"Joel?" [comes the soft voice. Chloe had wanted to give Joel space, especially after last night... but it'd been all day, and he still hadn't come out of Mark's room.]

[She doesn't want Joel to be hurt, or stay in there alone to get worse, any longer. But more than that... they didn't want to be alone in this awful place.]

[Nothing but a groan comes from the other side of the door. Spending the day in Mark's room has not helped Joel one bit— in fact, it only cemented the bitter loneliness he felt. He spent the majority of the day looking through Mark's things, looking and thinking. Thinking about how long Mark had even been gone. Perhaps he was lost before Cesar even layed a hand on him, before he even arrived.]

[Now, he just lays on the bed, an empty feeling residing in his chest.]

#asks #chloetheeditor

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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Alternate AU: Intruder Alert

While home alone in the middle of the night, Seth finds that he’s not as alone as he previously thought, as he meets a vaguely familiar face.

TW: body horror, blood, hinted childhood trauma, implied character death, violence

Notes: This is around 2’600 words long, being the shortest of the fics I’ve posted so far. I had this idea for a while now, and despite it not being a big event in the au, I still thought it would be neat to write it. Enjoy :)

It wasn’t particularly often for the BPS headquarters to be empty. Normally at least two people were in there at a time, talking, taking calls, and simply living in there, especially at night. However, that night was a bit different, as two of the three were out of the house. All that was left was the founder himself, and despite the pleasant silence, Seth wasn’t sure if he really appreciated being alone.

Seth sat cross legged in the main bedroom, quietly strumming the strings of his guitar with his scarred and calloused hands. He almost never had the opportunity to play, though when he was alone, it allowed him to break the silence with music. He didn’t remember exactly when he bought that old acoustic guitar, though it carried him through many lonely nights. He may not have been perfect at playing, though he didn’t care. As long as he was the only one that heard it, he didn’t care how good it was.

His straight black hair was draped over his face, nearly shoulder length sense it wasn’t pulled up in a lazy bun like it normally was. He wore a dark grey tank top, partially covered by a black back brace around his midsection. Grey skinny jeans covered his lanky legs, and he also wore knee braces over them. It wasn’t the most professional outfit considering he was the head of the group, but it was comfortable at least; besides, no one there was professional anyway. He had scraggly facial hair, stopping at the edge of the deep scar on the right side of his top lip. His tired eyes stared vacantly at the ground in front of him as he played the short song, stopping as he sighed deeply.

He sat in silence for a moment, thinking to himself. He felt a strange pit in his stomach; was he really missing Cesar and Sarah? They left no more than thirty minutes prior, and they were going to be back in an hour; it wasn’t like they were leaving for…for good. They’d be back. Why wouldn’t they come back? They said they’d be back, so of course…they’d…be…

Seth shook his head before resuming playing the guitar, hoping the melody would drown out the voice scratching the back of his head. He didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts again; his mind went into…scary places without something to be occupied with. As he continued playing he stopped mid note, feeling something in his gut. It was different feeling, not the feeling of loneliness that he felt tugging at his heartstrings. He froze, staring forward as his bushy brows furrowed. It was a familiar sense in his chest, one that saved his life more than once in the past. Dread. The feeling like he was in danger.

He glanced behind him at the door leading into the main hallway, noticing that the lights were off, despite him knowing he left them on. He remained silent, slowly standing up, ignoring the crack coming from his knees as he stared at the dark doorway. He hesitantly turned towards the closet in the room, pushing the guitar in there and covering it with a few loose jackets before closing the door. He stood still for a moment before slowly approaching the doorway, grabbing onto his shotgun, which was leaned against the wall next to the door, before entering the hallway.

He inched down the corridor, his dark eyes dilating to try and see through the darkness. Every single light was off, aside from one coming from a cracked open door in the living room; the room where they kept their tech and files. Seth pointed his firearm up, glancing around the living room, which was barely illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the windows. He approached the open door, lightly pushing it open with the barrel of his gun before walking inside.

He glanced around the room, seeing nothing of interest before his eyes stopped on the object producing the white light. It was an analog television, playing static in the middle of the room. Seth stared at the television, inching towards it with his gun trained on it. Something about the static was mesmerizing, though the fact that it was on at all made his feeling of dread worse. He knew that the TV was never on unless they had a tape they needed to play, but he also knew that he unplugged it a few days prior.

Seth backed away, walking back into the living room with his eyes and weapon trained on the TV. He looked back at the dark hallway, swinging his weapon towards the darkness, seeing the warm light from the bedroom flicker off. Seth forced his breath to remain steady, despite the discomfort he felt within him. He took a few steps forward, staring intently at the hallway. It wasn’t the place his gaze should have been focused on.

He was abruptly grabbed by the back of his tank top, being thrown back onto the ground as if he weighed next to nothing. His shotgun fell to the ground in the middle of the room as Seth felt something grab onto his neck. He was lifted up by the tall figure and slammed against the wall, feeling thin fingers pressing against his skin, bordering on choking him. He looked at the arm the hand was connected to, seeing its many joints and bends as it extended further than any human arm could go. The other impossibly long limbs were holding the figure up; two broken legs, with one being longer than the other, and another thin, mangled arm. Seth struggled against the figure, looking up and finally seeing the details of the figure as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

He was wearing blue, ripped jeans, and a black hoodie over his torso. Three bold letters were written on the left side of his chest, making Seth feel like his heart sank to his feet; “BPS.” He stared at the man’s face, which was connected to a long, thin neck. He had a thin face, and had curly, light brown hair covering his forehead. His two large, mostly squinted eyes were nearly completely black, with the whites being barely visible. He had a wide, toothy smile on his face as he stared down at Seth, as if he was mocking him without saying anything. However, despite the uncanny nature of his features, Seth recognized him. He knew his face.

“What’s the matter, Seth?” The figure asked, his low, drawn out voice crawling into Seth’s ears. “Cat got your tongue?”

“A….Adam…” Seth exhaled, his hands clasped on “Adam’s” arm.

“You do remember him…” Adam chuckled. “I was starting to think you didn’t. It wouldn’t’ve been surprising…you never liked him that much.”

Seth could barely think straight as he stared at the twisted face looking down at him. “It’s been a while…hasn’t it?” Adam continued. “A lot of time to…catch up.”

“Get…get the fuck away from me!” Seth shouted, kicking Adam’s knee. Adam stumbled back slightly, giving Seth the opportunity to break free of his grasp. He ducked down, sprinting past Adam as he reached for the gun on the ground. He gripped the gun, swinging around to shoot it at the alternate. However, Adam simply grabbed the gun, jerking it out of Seth’s hands before slamming the butt of it against Seth’s head.

Seth fell to the ground, covering the sore spot on his head as Adam threw the gun to the other side of the room. He placed his hands on the ground, walking towards Seth on all fours with the same smile on his face as he chuckled slightly. “Come on…I guess I should’ve known you would’ve been so stupid.” Adam said. “You never really think about what you’re doing, do you?”

Seth watched as he approached, scrambling to his feet. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Seth growled through gritted teeth, seeing the twisted joy on Adam’s face.

“You know who I am!” Adam laughed. “I thought we already went through this!”

“NO!” Seth shouted back. “You aren’t Adam…you’re just trying to look like him…you’re nothing but one of those THINGS!”

“It’s not like there’s much competition anymore!” Adam began cackling, watching as Seth’s furious expression began to fade. “Besides…don’t you want to know what happened to him? Or did you hate him that much?”

Seth’s nose twitched slightly before his brows furrowed and his eyes blazed with fury. “What…did you do to him?” Seth’s fists curled so tight he could hear his knuckles pop.

“Me?” Adam innocently asked. “Oh, I never did a thing! Never laid a single finger on him.”

“You fucking LIAR!” Seth lunged at Adam, swinging a fist towards his chest. The punch landed, but when he swung his other arm towards Adam, he simply grabbed it and pulled it closer. He leaned down to look Seth in the eye, grabbing onto his arm with both hands.

“I wasn’t the one that killed him, Seth.” Adam muttered, holding Seth still despite him struggling against his grip. “It was the fall.”

Before Seth could demand elaboration, Adam delivered. “He fell…all the way down…and—” Adam snapped his neck to the side with a sickening crunch. “…Gone…his neck was split in twain! It felt…kind of like this—”

Adam gripped Seth’s arm hard before bending it the wrong way, it snapping like a dry twig. Seth suppressed a scream, not wanting to show how much it hurt, knowing that was exactly what the alternate wanted. However, Adam could see the tears in his eyes and the pained look on his face, and cackled. “Adam’s body began to rot…undiscovered for days. Left behind…in the dead of winter.” Adam continued. “And Jonah? Oh…poor…poor Jonah.”

Seth had heard enough. He raised his free hand, slamming it against his own broken elbow and forcing it back into place with a loud crack. He threw his fist against Adam’s jaw, his head flinging back as he ripped his formerly dislocated arm away. He slammed against Adam’s torso with his shoulder, forcing him to stumble backwards a few steps. Seth frantically looked around the room, seeing a small metal chair next to the wall, closer to him than the shotgun in the corner of the room. He rushed towards it as Adam laughed, crawling towards him with wide eyes, showing the entirety of his large pupils. Seth grasped the legs of the folded chair, swinging around and crashing it against Adam’s head with a loud bang.

Adam let out a loud yell as he fell backwards, his back slamming against the floor as Seth approached him, the now lightly blood-stained chair in his trembling hands. He held it up over his head, placing one boot on Adam’s chest to keep him still as he prepared to attack.

“They were right!” Adam laughed, blood seeping from the gash in his forehead. “They were right all along!”

Seth paused, staring down at him with distain. “You’re nothing but a fucking nutcase!” Adam chuckled. “You get angry and go around killing people! No wonder no one loved you; you’re insane! I would’ve ditched you sooner if I were them.”

Seth felt something in him snap when he heard that statement. Adam’s maniacal laughing faded away as he felt his heart thump in his chest and his breathing become heavy. He didn’t notice the tears running down his face as he stared at Adam with pure fury in his eyes. Adam continued to laugh in malicious glee before he felt Seth slam the metal chair straight into his nose. It cracked on impact, gushing blood almost immediately. Seth threw the chair to the side before he repeatedly threw punch after punch at Adam’s face and neck, covering both Adam and his own fists in dark-colored blood. He didn’t care how badly his arm hurt, or the fact that all his joints were stinging and popping with every move. He barely even noticed; he could only think about wanting that fucking alternate dead.

He yelled with every hit, his piercing glare fixed on Adam’s bloodied face. Adam gurgled slightly as he felt blood come out of his mouth and broken nose before he started giggling like a joyous child. “You never changed, Seth…” Adam said. “You really never changed…have you?”

Seth stared at Adam’s beaten and bruised face and neck, his eyes widening as he couldn’t help but remember something from a long time ago. A look of pure fear on the man he nearly killed, all because he couldn’t compose himself. He remembered the blood on his hands from beating him black and blue. However, Adam wasn’t afraid; he was happy. Happy that Seth was furious with him, and that he was lugging up bad memories. Happy that Seth was proving him right in showing that he really was a nutcase. He wasn’t a stupid man who had something to prove, he was a sadistic, overly joyous monster. Seth didn’t need to give him mercy.

Seth glanced over to the other side of the room, seeing the shotgun lying on the carpet. Seth rose to his feet, slamming his foot against Adam’s ribcage to keep him down. He ran for the shotgun, grabbing it before swinging it around. He turned around to see Adam crawling away towards the other room, as if his heavy injuries meant absolutely nothing. Seth shot once, only grazing Adam’s side as the loud bang rang throughout the apartment. “YOU SHITHEAD!” Seth shouted, chasing after Adam as he ran into the other room.

He cocked the shotgun as he kicked open the door, seeing Adam in front of the TV. Adam turned around, smiling at Seth before backing away, pushing his legs towards the television screen. He passed straight through the glass, disappearing into the static quickly as Seth raised his shotgun. Adam was already gone by the time he pulled the trigger, the second shot shattering the Television’s screen and sending shards of glass everywhere. The TV flickered off, sparking slightly. Seth lowered his firearm, tears running down his face. His breathing was hitched and uneven as he tried to calm himself down. “Fuck…” He whispered, approaching the TV before he gritted his teeth. “DAMN IT!”

He stomped on the television with his foot, smashing the metal and electronics. Bits of metal and circuit boards fell out, landing on the ground as Seth kicked the TV away. He stared at the broken tech with wide eyes, lightly grasping his head with his one free hand as his other held the shotgun. How was he going to tell Sarah and Cesar about this? Oh God, how was he going to tell Sarah about the real Adam? How could he tell her?

Seth cried silently as he stumbled backwards, back into the living room. He didn’t care how much of a mess the room was, nor the new blood stains on the carpet. He dropped his shotgun on the ground before dragging himself towards the couch, sitting on it before hunching over. He held up his head with his bloody hands, staring at the ground as his mind raced.

He had always wondered what had happened to the two missing BPS members, however, as he sat there in the trashed living room, he realized that he truly never wanted to know. He wished he stayed in blissful ignorance, wondering if Adam was dead or just missing. Hell, he was half glad the alternate didn’t tell him what happened to Jonah, the other member. Though despite not being too close to those two, Seth felt…empty, like something within him was broken. As he stared at his feet, he felt the familiar invasive silence envelop him, with no one around to comfort him. Memories came rushing back; most he never wanted to think about again. He gripped his messy hair with his trembling, bruised hands, his leg bouncing as he silently sobbed to himself. Cesar and Sarah couldn’t get home soon enough.

#shmorp writes sometimes #tmc #tmc alternate au #seth greer (tmc)#alt Adam #body horror #blood #blood tw #implied death #Ayo. more seth content hell yeah #also adams there I guess #uhhhh not the best at writing action scenes so. I hope it’s not too wonky #I’m more used to writing things meant to build up dread. not really fighting scenes #am I spoiling my own writing? kinda yeah but I wanted it to be said #I wrote this on a whim so I hope it’s not too all over the place

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