#but damiens like.....holy shit youre so fucking beautiful

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

It’s time for another Fic Rec List fellow humans!!!

And boy howdy do I have a LOT this time lmao. A good chunk of them are Kyle-centric, bc I, like my son Stan Marsh, have been fixated on that guy. Also there are multiple from the same authors bc I find something I like and read EVERYTHING by them.

There’s a range of pairings on this list too bc I’ll read pretty much anything (still mostly style they do be my favorite) so hopefully if u see ur favorite ship or an intriguing concept this’ll steer you to somethin u like!

Here ya go!

* (rem)ember by boxwinebaddie. Ok we all knew I was gonna start the list w this one bc I am OBSESSED!!! Style holy shit! Crimson Dawn! Mentally unstable law student Kyle! RAVEN!!! The friendships and group dynamics! Rm lives rent free in my head dude plsplspls check it out!

* Painted In Shrouds by courtanie. Y’all want some Kysterion? This is one of my favorites! And NOBODY does Kenny like this author seriously. We got espionage! We got organized crime! We got overworked cfo Kyle! We got working together to take down the bad guys! We got blood and injuries and falling in love!

* Swansong by OrcaTimes. Fair warning this made me ugly cry. No one writes Craig like OrcaTimes YALL the Cryle destroyed me and doctor Craig always slays!!! It’s a beautiful story about love and grief, just GORGEOUS!!!

* Collector by cement_shoes. WHOLESOME STYLE ONESHOT!!! Them over the years, taking care of each other, Kyle handling bugs for Stan when he’s scared of them, growing up together and the trials of being human, but with someone always on your side. This one is SO sweet and gorgeously written, and a quick read too.

* A Ballad Of True Hearts by luckypoppies. Dude we all know I’m feral about SOT Style and THIS RIGHT HERE EATS!!!!! The history, the betrayal, the FANTASY VIOLENCE AND THERES THIS FIGHT SO FAR THAT SLAYS SO HARD! Being falsely accused of treason and subsequently exiled, tasked with escorting your prince to safety, GOD you just FEEL for the boys in this (plus we got them taking care of each other like yes yes gimme that fantasy whump) the world building is AWESOME I love sot AU’s and how different authors come up w the lore!

* Behind The Wall by Jwink85. Alright this one STARTS OUT nice, and is such an accurate representation of manipulative abusive relationships. Damien man holy shit. There’s so much going on in this, and the STAN PLOT OMG (yes style I love them) Kyle and Stan reconciling, Ike is my DISTRUSTING KING, high school angst, Tweek and Kyle friendship, Kenny being an icon, and I’ve said before but I love when Kyle’s written as generally wanting to see the good in people but still fiery in his own right, this is (a lot of jwinks stuff really that’s why I like their works so much) a great example of that!

* Simply Expandable by Kivea. YO WHO ORDERED THE MOB AU!!! Dude we got private investigator Craig, rival gangs, supernatural elements and mystery, conspiracy, fucking MOB BOSS KYLE?!?!? Kyle’s a bamf in this holy shit and bodyguard Stan, (this is Cryle btw and it’s fantastic) former k2, twenny, underground fighting rings, some KICKASS gang fights and the true antagonists bro the reveal was SICK! And when I say it’s a The Gangs All Here fic, I mean EVERYONE it’s wild and such a fun read it had me on the edge of my seat!

* And The Lightning Cracks The Sky by PastorCraigEnjoyer. Yeah yeah it’s cringe to rec your own shit sue me. But like Druid prince Kyle, Smokejumper Stan, forest fires, little mermaid but in the northern rockies ass plot, OVERLY PERCEPTIVE KENNY, mutual pining, magic, my beloved injury recovery (I gotta fuck Stan up ok) (I’m the worst)(giving Kyle chronic pain who me never) falling in love and saving each other’s lives, EVIL Cartman, I LOVED WRITING THIS ONE SO FUCKING MUCH it’s truly my baby.

* A quiet place (where I can scream how I love you) by sleep2thefr33zing. Coming of age style!!! So much emotional tension dude the pining is so fucking good, the first chapter is Stan’s perspective and the second one is Kyle and it’s BEAUTIFULLY PAINFUL WHEN THEYRE BOTH DOWN BAD BUT THINK THE OTHER ISNT!!! I love them being there for each other through all the bullshit of growing up, how resonant their falling outs are, it’s just so incredibly gorgeous and you really feel their emotions along with them.

* Knives by SparrowGrim. Ok so kyman isn’t my cup of tea but I’m putting it on the list bc some people do like it and this is an OBJECTIVELY FANTASTIC STORY!!! Tbh I only clicked bc I saw that it was Kyle centric (and that injury tag what can I say I eat that shit up) but I was HOOKED! Dark urbania, gangs running the streets, THE CODE NAMES SLAY SO HARD, we also got creek bunny stendy dip, the character relations are all so cool and the plot is WILD! Also Butters Kenny Stan and Craig are so badass jesus. Not even a ship I like but I loved the story.

* Peering Through Windows by Jwink85. C’mon I gotta have another jwink on the list and this one is SO. FUCKING. GOOD. K2 has been one of my favorites lately and THIS!!! We got dark cryle (my beloved) but when I say dark I mean CRAIG IS SO DEPRAVED!!! Like dude. But the story is THRILLING and artist Kenny is so kickass, Stan is a dad I literally cried over that small detail lmfao and I love jwinks Kyles and their idealistic nature (also I’m a sucker for any artist character) this story broke my heart and mended it again it’s incredible.

* Hunger Pains by Bellweather. Ain’t nobody doin Stan like bellweather MY SWEET PRECIOUS BOY UGH!!! The style is so great omg. The main four dynamic in this is wonderful, them trying to help Kyle through his ED (damn I really do read a lot of shit where Kyle’s suffering huh) all the characters are so well fleshed out and IKE I LOVE IKE IN THIS! The chapters have individual content warnings which is a great touch. Craig having prophetic dreams! Kenny dying multiple times! Chaos! Teenage camaraderie! There’s plenty of humor to make up for the dark shit but it DOES get dark. The mystery element in the beginning is really cool too I definitely have read this one multiple times.

* Find Somebody by hypercatt. STYLE!!! Stan-centric and so so so good, I love a platonic stendy team up too. some of the senior class goes “missing” and WHEN I TELL YALL I WAS so nervous that I read it out of order to make sure everything turned out okay lmao seriously this one had me WRITHING! There’s a gorgeous analogy throughout of physical hurts as a metaphor for mental illness and healing that just SPOKE TO MY SOUL!!! And there are so many beautiful moments, especially near the end, and the message of opening up and not running from your problems is beautifully written. Another one that occupies my brain lmao.

* To Have And To Hold by courtanie. Yes this is another one where Craig is SERIOUSLY DEPRAVED but hear me out!!! The plot, like I would DIE to adapt this to the screen, you feel like you’re watching a dark kidnapping race against time when reading this. And THE K2 IN THIS HOLY FUCK!!! Another one of my favorite Kennys ever and it’s so frustrating for the reader and the characters because WE ALL KNOW WHO TOOK KYLE BUT THE COPS ARENT DOING SHIT! The ending is unbelievably satisfying and the rest of the gang teaming up is so awesome STAN AND KENNY GOING FERAL OVERPROTECTIVE I live for that. But god the shit Kyle is subjected to, but he doesn’t lose that fire (Kyle ily sry)

* When The World Shakes, Hold Me by Bellweather & Blinkxs. The world building in this is PHENOMENAL!!! Post apocalyptic stuff, survival, STYLE!!! Some serious dark themes tho this is a heartbreaking read like damn check the tags frfr but the writing is MAGNETIC!

* -South Park- Style Sickfic/ Injury Fic Requests by AlwaysInSTYLE. Alright alright we all know I love my style hurt comfort and this is a request book/ oneshot series that’s JUST Stan and Kyle taking care of each other and I LOVE IT. you’d think it would get old but it DOES NOT. they’re not repetitive at all, and really fun reads! If you check it out, tell her PCE sent you we’re homies.

* Rookie Mistakes by espyonz. I love me some stenny and BRUH STANSTERION!!! Long oneshot that had me hooked. We got gentle hearted detective Stan who truly wants to protect and serve and is out of place in a corrupt police department. KENNY AS MYSTERION we know I love that shit, and he’s so awesome in this!!! The team up of Kenny Stan and Wendy to find missing people and uncover the truth behind their disappearances is AMAZING. We got Wendy as the tech girl which is SO slay (plus she and Heidi are together asjdhdks) and Kenny is hilarious in this, like he’s such a little shit and I adore this adaptation of his superhero persona. This one dropped LAST NIGHT and I’m so glad I didn’t make a red list post until now bc THIS NEEDED TO BE ON IT!!!

* Seven Candles by courtanie. Yep another one I’m tellin u, one of the best Kenny writers out there. So uhh Kyle in a Very Bad Situation again, like some of it was really tough to read. BUT!!! We got a war between heaven and hell!!! KENNY AS A FUCKING ARCHANGEL ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? (I live for courtanie’s overprotective kenny holy shit) this is legitimately my favorite Kenny interpretation IVE EVER READ HES SO FUCKING AWESOME!!! Plus we got satan being Done with Damien’s shit lmao and Kyle making friends with a hellhound which is fun. THE FINAL BATTLE WAS SO COOL TOO I LOST MY MIND!

* Why Remind Me by Kasen. One of the best style oneshots BRUH it’s so good with such a wholesome ending and the FEELINGS CONFESSIONS!!! The boys playing superhero, then later we got high school style and an accident that leads to a reminder of a kiss and UGH ITS SO CUTE!! Just- just read this one I love it sm.

#south park #fic recs #recommendations #recommendation list #sp fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction #multiple pairings #style #k2 #cryle #stenny #stendy #stary #twenny #weidi #kyman #I don’t personally ship kyman but it was still a good fic #fic rec #courtanie Bellweather and Jwink85 slay ok #I live on ao3

[sunderlust]

Ok I don’t know how but after reading this a song on my angst playlist that I haven’t listened to in years came on shuffle I don’t know if you know it but it’s the greatest bastard by Damien Rice girl the universe works in mysterious ways cause the first couple of verses is basically (my feet can’t touch the bottom of you) like!!

I made you laugh, I made you cry I made you open up your eyes, didn't I? I helped you open out your wings, Your legs and many other things, didn't I?

Am I the greatest bastard that you know? The only one who let you go The one you hurt so much you cannot bear Well we were good, when we were good When we were not misunderstood

Holy shit right off the bat those lyrics hit SO HARD and remind me of Jake x Pineapple (idfk sorry) get out of here 😭😭😭 I just gave it a listen too and I’m tearing up at work, my neighbor thinks I’m insane but fuck man why are people so beautiful and yet so terrible?? Thank you for sending this in I’m such a sucker for an angsty heart clenching song :(

“Am I the greatest bastard that you’ve met, the only one you can’t forget” is def inspiring for p2 🥴

#sol says 🗣 #feeling inspired for p2 might take a bit besties

[cantf1ndmynam3]

forgot i had these saved on my phone, so (bundles them all up)…. (tosses them to tumblr) here:

redacted asmr incorrect quotes

cw: a bit of swearing, gavin being himself

(gavin trying to make breakfast for fl (freelancer))

freelancer: is something burning

gavin: only my desire for you, deviant~

freelancer: gavin, the microwave (toaster) is on fire

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freelancer: your house is burning down and you can only save one thing. what is it?

damien: my house

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freelancer: who stole my burger? whoever it was, I swear I’m gonna ki-

caelum: It was me

freelancer: -kiss you on the head and hug you. are you still hungry? do you need something else to eat?

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freelancer: what if our phobias are what killed us in our past lives?

lasko: I was murdered by forced social interaction then

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freelancer: I need you to swear

lasko: f*ck

freelancer: …i meant like “promise”

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caelum: so that’s my plan.

freelancer: are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

caelum: no, go ahead, I want to hear it.

freelancer: It f*cking sucks.

caelum: that’s not constructive criticism.

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damien: I know you’re deflecting the situation by making jokes about how hot you are.

gavin: It’s not a joke.

gavin: 𝘚𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧

gavin: I’m a legit snack. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

freelancer: have you heard? there’s a flood in the valley.

gavin: I'd like to make a flood in your valley

damien, slamming his fist on the table: ONE NORMAL DINNER

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caelum: good morning!!

freelancer, groggy: is it? is it really?

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freelancer: damien has insanely strong opinions on everything. go on, ask him a thing no one should have an opinion on.

huxley: yo, damien, what’s the worst multiple of four?

damien: twelve, obviously. any other answer is wrong.

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Gavin: When you said you'd do magic in bed, this wasn't exactly what I was expected..

Freelancer, holding up the eight of hearts: Is this your card?

Gavin: Holy shit!

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Freelancer: We all have our demons. Freelancer, grabbing Gavin: This one's mine.

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Geordi : Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Cutie:

Cutie: Geordi , I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Geordi : *Sips coffee from bowl*

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Freelancer looking at Huxley: he is so big and so dumb.

Freelancer: and one day, I’m going to top him :)

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Damien: *Stubs his toe* FUCK!

Huxley: Mind your language!

Damien: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Huxley:

Damien : You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes

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*Caelum and Gavin skipping stones on lake* Caelum : It’s such a beautiful evening.

Gavin , whispering: Take that you fucking lake

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Huxley : hey doc! What's the diagnosis? Doctor : Dude... You are so sick.

Huxley : ahaha nice!

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Damien: Freelancer, I-

fl: I can't talk right now. I'm doing hot girl shit.

Damien: Wait, wha-

fl: *Hangs up while watching Gavin attempt to put out a fire he caused while cooking*

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fl: *Having to hold Caelum down* WHO GAVE THE CHILD SUGAR AT 10 PM????

Gavin: *hiding the candy behind his back* I have no idea Deviant

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fl: *picking up Lasko*

Lasko: W-what are you doing?

fl: Taking you to the store. We're buying you self-confidence

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Huxley : A theif.

Freelancer : Thief?

Huxley : Theif.

Freelancer : I before E, except after C.

Huxley : Thceif.

Freelancer : No.

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*Milo and Asher sitting in jail together*

Asher : So who should we call?

Milo : I’d call David, but I feel safer in jail

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Asher: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Davey, not looking up from their book: Spear.

Asher: BLOCKED. David: parried

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Gavin: [rolls over in bed and knees freelancer in the ribs]

Freelancer: Ow! You kneed me.

Gavin: [sleepily] Yeah, I do need you

Freelancer: [voice cracking] Okay.

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Freelancer: We need to talk about—

Damien: The building was already on fire when I got there

Freelancer: What?

damien: What?

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Freelancer, after messing up an assignment: I am the world's most horrible person. Ever.

Lasko: Don't say that.

Lasko: My mother will be offended.

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Lasko: Damien is choking I need to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Gavin: Turn it upside down and use the 6! Huxley: Genius!

Damien: *stops choking momentarily* Guys what the f—

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Huxley: You're smiling, did something good happen?

Damien: Can't I just smile because I feel like it? Lasko: Kody fell down the stairs.

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Gavin: I win

Freelancer: I have you pinned to the ground

Gavin: I know

Freelancer:

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Freelancer, staring at Huxley: Jane Austen really just repeatedly said "the sexiest thing a man can be is kind, selfless, attentive, and honest about his feelings" and she was correct every single time

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Gavin: I may not be your cup of tea but I am your tenth shot of tequila

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Freelancer, settling in for a study session: Boil up some Mountain Dew, it's gonna be a long night

Damien: You could have said literally anything else

Freelancer: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, baja blast to fuel my trouble

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Geordi: *singing ABCs in his head all out of order*

Cutie: Yasss! Remix!

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Geordi: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined

Cutie: Heck

Geordi: You're on thin f*&^ing ice

Geordi: Oh no

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Gavin: How's the most beautiful person in the world doing?

Freelancer, not looking up from homework: I don't know, how *are* you doing?

Gavin, trying not to cry: I'm fine

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caelum: what do you deserve that is also a type of bagel?

fl: waht???

caelum: everything!!

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Freelancer: Gavin and I are having a kid Caelum: That’s great! Congratulations!

Gavin: *slams down adoption papers* It’s you. Sign here

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Lasko: What if I put coffee in my cereal instead of milk?

Freelancer, taking the pot while they walk by: What if you don't

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Caelum: Never break someone's heart. They only have one

Vega: Yeah! Break their bones! They have 206!

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Gavin, about Vega: Can I shoot him?

Freelancer: Not in public

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[first day as a professor]

Lasko: You're going to be introduced to some uncomfortable ideas in here and we'll tackle sensitive issues, but I expect everyone to be adults about it.

Class: *general whispering*

Lasko: Okay first topic. A Pop-Tart. Is it a calzone?

Class: *general outrage*

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Freelancer: Huxley, you’re a genius!

Huxley: Yeah, I get called that a lot

Damien, disbelieving: What, a genius?

Huxley: No. Huxley.

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Caelum: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship and cuddles!

#redacted asmr #redacted huxley #redacted lasko #redacted damien #redacted freelancer #redacted vega #redacted caelum #redacted DAMN boys #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted geordi #redacted cutie #redacted asmr incorrect quotes

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

fucking screaming at the thought of damien priest finding out you think michael meyers is hot so he dresses like him for halloween but doesn’t warn you ahead of time 😏

Oh my! This is everything 😂 Not so sure if everything will go exactly as he planned though 👀🤣 *fuck, this got loooooong 😩*

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Digging through his closet, his muffled voice stated

“Gotcha!” Damian laughed loudly when he finally found what he was looking for

“It was about fucking time!” He grunted and quickly made his way downstairs to the laundry room

It’s been a while since he last worn that costume but he was sure it would still fit

Damian waited for the washing machine to do its work while he putted together a quick plan

You’d be home in 30 minutes

So he had enough time for the costume to dry, so he can put it on, hide inside the closet and wait for you

He already knew your routine like the back of his hand

You would get home, wash your hands on the kitchen sink, grab a little treat (like a piece of dark chocolate or a Reese’s peanut butter cup), stop at the laundry room, get rid of your street clothes, go upstairs to your bedroom in your lingerie, go to the en suite bathroom and shower

Then once you’re done with showering, you would walk inside the closet, only with a big towel wrapped around your damp body, and grab some comfy clothes so you could make your way downstairs to the living room and call him while you turned on the tv

Damian checked himself on the mirror

The costume fit better now than it did three years ago

The mask was pretty realistic

And the knife was your last year’s valentines gift for him

So he could add one more beautiful knife to his immense collection

He heard the front door opening, closing and locking before he heard your footsteps going straight to the kitchen

“So predictable, mami” He smirked and smoothly ran towards the closet

You did just like he knew you would

Kitchen, laundry room, bathroom and now finally the closet

You turned your back to him, completely unknowingly of what was about to happen, to grab some socks from the bottom drawer

You felt a presence behind you and soon after a hand on your hair and a knife close to your neck

Then you instantly activated war mode

Since the intruder was such a wannabe and didn’t hold you properly, you easily managed to get away from his grip, turn around, hold the hand that was holding the knife, kicked him in the balls as hard as you could, disarmed him, grabbed the knife, punched the bridge of his nose and pressed the knife against the base of his throat, while screaming

“YOU CHOSE THE WRONG HOUSE, BITCH!” And pulled the mask up and away from his face, to see who this bastard was

You gasped at the sight in front of you

“Oh my god! Babe? What are you doing here? Holy shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

You helped Damian to sit down, so his back could now lean against the wardrobe

“Hijo de tu puta madre” He cursed, one hand holding his nose and the other holding his ‘jewels’ “What the fuck, Y/N?! You just fucking kicked me in the nuts and punched me in the face! What’s wrong with you, babe?” And spoke between sobs

You hit him right in the nose and although it didn’t broke, it was still incredibly painful and made him cry instantly

“I’m sorry! It wasn’t my fault! Okay...Wait, keep your head up, I’m gonna grab some frozen peas so you can put it on your nose”

Damian never saw you run so fast in his life, and soon you were back with the frozen pack so he could place it against the bridge of his nose

“Are you okay?” You asked sheepishly, while Damian only stared at you with an annoyed look on his face

“I already said I’m sorry” You tried to hold back a chuckle and cleaned the unspilt tears off his eyes

“It’s not funny!” He tried so hard not to chuckle, but failed miserably “This was supposed to be a sexual fantasy and it almost turned into a fucking homicide!”

“Stop, don’t say that!” You groaned and tried to brush off the horrible things that could’ve happened away from your mind as you straddled his hips and mumbled “I’m sorry”

“I know, mami” Damian tossed the bag of peas inside the bathroom “But can you imagine the news, though?” He cackled “WWE superstar planned a sexy surprise for his girlfriend but ended up getting killed by her who mistakenly thought he was an intruder“

“Stop it! Stop saying that! You’re scaring me!” You huffed and Damian pulled you closer to his chest

“It was your fault!”

“Damn right it was! Fuck, if I knew that I was dating a fucking army special forces, I would’ve given you a heads up!” His laugh was now loud and annoying as he mocked you

“I grew up in a fucked up neighborhood, okay?” You tried to sound angry and offended but completely failed

“I know” Damian shook his head still not believing how the night went from wet dram fantasy to pure fiasco

“Are you really ok?” You began to inspect his face and nose for any signs of further damage

“Mami, I’m fine! I mean, you’ve got a mean jab, but I’m fine!” He pecked your lips “I’ll be alright, but of course you can always help me feel better” His hands soon found their way to your ass, securely gripping the soft flesh

“It still hurts like a bitch, you know?” Damian pouted “You can help me ease the pain” His hands roamed your thighs, dangerously close to your mound

“I know exactly what you can do to make me feel a lot better” His smirk did not go unnoticed by you, as he unwrapped the towel off your body and threw it close to the door

#damian priest smut #damian priest imagine #damian priest x reader #damian priest #damian priest fanfiction #masochist headcanons #masochist writes

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

No Matter What or A Deadly Combination

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst @stupidbluegirl

This Passage contains potentially: swearing, violence, blood, whump, fluff and smutty content.

Summary: Kirby and Roddy spend a while together, even planning to fly back to Cardiff together and meeting Kirby's parents while Rod poses as just a 'close friend'.

Kirby's POV:

"Well, unless it doesn't work out that way, yeah, I'd love you until the end of time. I'd die for you, hell, I might even kill for you."

"Roddy, I fly back to Cardiff in a week, I can't deal with all this change at once, it's overloading."

Roddy instantly sat up on my lap, like an excited puppy, "I'll fly there with ya, just as friends. I've never been to Cardiff."

"Rod, if you come with me, there will be questions."

"Like what?"

"Like why I suddenly gained a male friend after talking to my mam about previous men in my life and 'that feeling when you find the one'."

"Oh, so your parents might think that I'm there for, other, reasons."

"Yeah, and my uncles live near my parents, so if you start shit, the whole of my dad's side of the family might not take too kindly to you."

"Why would I start shit with your dad?" he questioned before leaning in to kiss my neck.

"Because you started shit with Damien, and- ." I stopped all of a sudden feeling Roddy's teeth against my neck.

"Family's off limits. Damien's not your real dad." He stated flatly, switching to kissing the opposite side of my neck.

"How come you hate him so much though?"

"Because he's such a dick to other guys, he yelled at me down the phone to 'get the fuck out of' your room before he 'finds a way to end my career'."

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Roddy, I'm so sorry," I whispered to him, trying to be as comforting as possible.

"ROD!" I yelped, clawing my nails sideways down his bare back as he bit against the flesh covering my collarbone, hearing him groan against my skin.

He let out another deep, guttural growl before getting off of me, "I uh, I needed that … and now I need to change my kilt, and wash it, and myself."

"There is a shower in the bathroom, and now, potentially cold coffee on top of the mini fridge and ice cream in the mini fridge." I said, getting up and looking down at the Rowdy Scot.

"How much ice cream?" He cocked an eyebrow before whipping off his kilt, and like a 'true' Scotsman, he had nothing on beneath it.

"You don't need to know and could you, at least, get in the bathroom before you show me your 'Loch Ness Monster'?" I asked, shielding my eyes.

He let out a gentle chuckle, before kissing me on the cheek, "could ya get me some other clothes? my stuff's in the duffel bag in the back of the Paul's car in the parking lot."

"Sure," I tried to sound as sarcastic as possible, "Would you like me to get you a box of condoms while I'm at it?"

He winked at me, "Only if ya want to ride the Hot Rod, baby." He gestured to his groin.

I jokingly fake heaved before leaving to get Roddy some trousers, and hopefully a pair of boxer shorts or briefs, while I'm out there.

I saw Orndorff while I was out and told him about Piper's plans to ride with me, he let me move Rod's duffel bag into the back of my D200.

Coming back to the room, I was shocked to see Roddy, fully naked with a towel underneath him on the bed, looking through my sketchbook and stuffing his face with ice cream. I practically slammed the door behind me, making Roddy jump and look over at me.

"You alright, beautiful?" He was caring, cautious even.

The blush on my cheeks was full on scarlet by this point, I'm certain. I gulped down a mouthful of air and saliva before approaching the bed and to give Roddy a pair of his jeans and black boxer briefs.

"What's wrong, Kirby?" he put everything down and stood up next to me, taking the clothing from my hands before leaning up to kiss me.

"Roddy, why are you so intent on snooping through my stuff?"

"I only look through your sketches, nothing else. I can't believe that you don't seem to show anyone else your drawings?"

"Because most of them are personal."

"Oh, like the ones at the back?"

I stared at him for a moment, "You looked at those."

"Yeah, why? was I not supposed to?"

I slowly shook my head 'no'.

He put his boxer briefs on and then the jeans before once again leaning up to kiss me, I leaned down into the kiss and put my right hand on his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed, feeling his heartbeat before moving my hand down to his left hip, and lifting his leg up, supporting his weight with my left arm, I felt down to where the cut had been and where a long thin scar was forming, feeling Roddy's left hand squarely on my ass and his right hand travelling up my shirt to where my bra clasp was, before hearing a small 'thump' as the two sides of the bra separated themselves and hit my back. I let his leg down and pulled away, swiftly removing my shirt and bra and searching for a new, clean bra in my suitcase, before hearing Roddy's voice.

"Holy Mary mother of God, you're stunning." He reached out to touch me and I swatted his arm away, not wanting to end up in bed with him without knowing how deep his commitment truly was and definitely not wanting to become anybody's one night (or day) fling.

"Sweetheart." He cooed, suavely.

"Nuh-uh, hell no." I flatly stated.

"Fine, fine, you get dressed, we got a long week ahead of us."

"You have a long week ahead of you, since when did this become an 'us' thing?"

"Since I said it was, you are my lady, aren't ya?"

I blushed, hurriedly putting on a peach toned bra and a black tank top, "You, you really want me to, but you, and I, but we, we uhm, we wouldn't work."

Rod pulled me closer, kissing me roughly and biting my lower lip, "Really," His voice rough with a mix of anger and passion, "We wouldn't work." He pulled me down into another rough kiss and slipping his tongue into my mouth for a moment before pulling away.

"Rod I can't just jump into a relationship."

"I understand, but you can spend at least a week with me, and that trip to your parents and then decide if you want to be with me."

"True and if you don't like my family, don't start shit, agreed."

I held out my hand for a handshake agreement and he took it.

"Agreed. which car are we taking?"

"Mine, because I won't fit in your small-ass rental." I stated, packing my stuff into my bags and lifting both the duffel bag and the suitcase.

"How did you know it was a rental?" Rod questioned, attempting to take the suitcase.

"Paul told me, oh, thank you Rod," I handed him the suitcase, "I've already put your stuff in the trunk of my car."

"Kirby?"

"Yes, Roddy?"

"Ya ever had sex?"

I blushed again, "No, Roddy."

"Ya ever masturbated?"

"Yes, Roddy."

"So, is that what you meant earlier, y'know about 'needing that release'?"

"Yes, Roddy."

We reached my D200 and Rod helped me place my stuff in the boot before he jumped into my passenger seat.

"Where we headed to, Rod?"

"New York, New York."

"Ya mean, The Garden?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Madison Square Garden, gotta be there for the twenty-third."

"Rod, that's two days away."

"I know, honey, I know." He sounded cocky.

"So, what's the plan between now and then?"

"Get a hotel room, a good hotel room, with two beds, see if you have any matches on the same card and go from there."

"Seems, simple."

"Exactly, that's why it works so well."

"Six and a half to seven hours of us being stuck in my car to go Roddy." I mumbled, just loud enough to hear as we got stuck in our first traffic jam, and just as rain clouds started to roll in.

"Wow, you are just a ray of sunshine today."

"I'm like this all the time, babe." I joked, winking at him.

"Don't make me kiss you." He jokingly warned.

"It would pass the time." I responded, matching his tone.

"C'mere ya dafty."

Rod reached over, gently kissing my cheek and placing his hand on my thigh, squeezing slightly.

"Don't, Roddy."

He removed his hand and the traffic started moving again just before the rain started.

"Oh great. Rain."

"I think rain's nice, it's calming. Y'know I used to fall asleep to the sound of rain as a kid."

"Do you want me to drive?" He offered, cocking an eyebrow.

"No," I yawned, "I'm fine."

Roddy glared at me, as if to wordlessly say, 'Are you serious?'

I pulled over and switched seats with him, quickly passing out despite the easily angered style of Roddy's driving. Rod shook me awake and I could smell the coffee in the car.

"Kirby, Kirbs, sweetheart?"

"Hmm, Roddy, where are we?"

"Uh, a service station. Off I-ninety-five. I got you coffee, a Hazelnut Cappuccino. You're favourite, right?"

"You remembered?"

"It is your favourite?"

"Yeah. Hazelnut Cappuccinos and Blueberry Waffles, best morning pick-me-up." I said, sleep still heavy in my voice.

Rod giggled slightly, quickly stifling his laughter, "Ya slept for like four hours, ya know."

"Really?" I looked over at Roddy, taking the coffee cup from his hand.

"Yeah, Kirby, about earlier … do ya want to be my lass?"

"Of course Roddy, I never wanted you to take my words as me not wanting to be with you."

"So, what did you want? What did ya feel?" He gazed into my eyes, his blue-hazel eyes meeting the gaze of my ocean blue ones.

"I was afraid, I wanted to be sure you were right for me, I pushed you away so I could be sure that I wasn't going crazy, and I-"

Roddy interrupted me by locking his lips with mine, his hand against my cheek and his body relaxed, fully letting his guard down for what seemed like the first time for him in a long time.

I closed my eyes, placing the coffee cup between my legs for a moment so I could hold Roddy's body close to mine. He slowly moved back, pulling away from the kiss. I let go of him and breathed out a heavy sigh.

"I, I needed to know that. I'm serious, Kirby, I adore ya, I've adored ya since the moment I saw your face without the mask. You're such a beautiful woman, yet you hide that beauty."

"Roddy, the universe can be ugly at times."

"I know that, I know that a little too well. God, I turn thirty in April."

"I turned twenty nine on the thirteenth."

Rod looked me up and down, taking a swig of his own coffee before saying anything else, "Ya look younger."

"Shut up, Casanova." I joked, taking a swig of my coffee

"I mean it, ya look at the most twenty-three."

"Ya kidding, really, I, look twenty-three?"

"Take it from a U.S champ."

"I've seen photos of that belt, how did you avoid stabbing yourself with it?"

"Simple," He said in-between swigs of coffee, "never bend over."

I let out a small laugh, trying quickly to silence myself.

"Ya adorable." He swooned, gazing at me.

I studied his looks once more, taking in every little detail from his hair down to his chest, stopping to look away and out of the window for a moment upon seeing a bulge form in the crotch of his jeans, hitting him in the arm and pointing it out.

"I don't control that, Lass." He laughed, grabbing my hand and interlacing his fingers with mine, kissing the back of my hand.

"Well, do somethin' about it." I whined.

"I'll do something about it alright."

"Without just putting your hand down your pants, Roddy."

"Oh c'mon." He whined

"Piper." I said, sternly.

"Trevor." He said, copying my stern tone.

"Fine," I threw my right hand up whilst holding the coffee cup in my left, "But if you're gonna do that, let me drive."

Roddy and I got out of the D200 in unison and passed each other to switch seats, with Rod tossing his empty coffee cup in a bin and climbing back into the passenger seat.

"Roddy," I started, climbing into the driver seat, "You need that release a lot, don't ya."

"I know, I'm sorry." He looked dejected, perhaps even ashamed of his bodily functions.

"Roddy, I don't mean anything bad by that," I paused for a second, adjusting the driver's seat to my proportions and starting the car, "I just, I've never known what that feels like, to need someone else's body against my own, y'know."

"So, ya never had the urge as a teen, to, y'know, 'get with' somebody?" He quizzes, looking me up and down.

"No, I would just deal with myself when I felt like I needed to." I admitted, feeling comfortable admitting this to him, not so reserved as I was when I first met him.

"Would you like to, y'know, uh, feel what it's like to be with somebody." He was obviously implicating himself.

"Are you trying to suggest something, Rod?"

"Valentine's night, me and you, we'll only go as far as your comfortable with, deal?"

"Deal. With protection."

"With protection." He nodded in agreement

The rest of the three hour drive was quite quiet, Roddy occasionally humming out tunes I remember Erik playing on the bagpipes.

Upon reaching a hotel, one that Roddy had pointed out, we got checked in and Roddy made a couple calls, and before long it was nearly midnight and Roddy had passed out, or so I thought, I took a minute to shower and dry myself off before pulling out my mask, I hadn't been wearing it for a while and I wanted to see what it felt like, putting it into it's place and hearing a faint 'I adore ya' from the sleeping Scotsman, closing my eyes for about a minute, allowing myself to let out a couple of silent tears, abruptly feeling Rod's arms around my waist and his lips on the back of my neck, whispering sweet nothings to soothe me.

END OF NO MATTER WHAT or A DEADLY COMBINATION.

#wrestling fic #Lucifarians

[suca-loca]

slip of the tongue.

Pairing: Anxceit (Virgil/Janus)

Tags: Sympathetic!Janus, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: It was supposed to be a quick phone call. They found out Patton got a promotion - from a Facebook post of all things - so of course, they called to congratulate him. Had Damien known he’d end the call with “See you at Christmas, Dad” he would have just congratulated him in the comments.

Author’s Note: I completed this a week before Deceit’s name was revealed so... oops. That’s why he’s named Damien in this fic. Also, the Eleanor and Park book is kinda problematic. The quote I reference here really touched me during a hard time which is why I used it, although I do not recommend reading it because the representation is b l e g h .

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“Holy shit.”

Damien hides his face in his hands.

“Holy. Shit.”

A sound eerily similar to that of a dying bear leaves Damien’s mouth.

Virgil laughs. He doesn’t even try to hide it. He explodes like a shaken Coca Cola can until he’s nothing but a mess of overflowing tears and fizzling out snorts.

Beside him on the couch, Damien grabs one of the pillows. “Oh, how I adore seeing you enjoy yourself over me acting like a fool,” he grumbles as he smacks it over Virgil’s head. “It really shows how great of a boyfriend you are.”

Virgil, unable to speak - because he’s currently bent over, clutching at his sides - responds with two middle fingers.

Damien reaches for the last remaining couch pillow.

“No!” Virgil somehow wheezes out, the terror in his voice terribly contrasting against the grin on his face. “I’ll stop! I’ll stop!”

Damien doesn’t believe him. He throws it without mercy.

He was right to see through Virgil’s lie because two minutes pass before Virgil finally gets it out of his system. All the while Damien waits at the opposite end of the couch, watching with a pout as his boyfriend begins to crawl towards him.

“That-“ Virgil wipes away one last tear from his eye - “was beautiful. Truly the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life. I would love to see it on the big screen, looping for ten hours.”

Damien gives him a (totally real) disgusted look as a kiss is pressed against his cheek. “You are insufferable.”

“Is that why you made my pancakes this morning in the shape of hearts?”

“You’re totally right! Next time I won’t go through the trouble of making the pancakes into different shapes. I’ll just poison them.”

Virgil chuckles.

“Don’t you start again!” Damien groans, looking like he wants the couch to become quicksand and swallow him up. “I’ll get up and grab the pillows from the floor. Watch me.”

“Sorry,” Virgil says in a tone that is definitely not at all sorry. “It’s just...You just called my dad, Dad. That’s, like, better than when you said you loved me for the first time.”

It was supposed to be a quick phone call. They found out Patton got a promotion - from a Facebook post of all things - so of course, they called to congratulate him. Had Damien known he’d end the call with “See you at Christmas, Dad” he would have just congratulated him in the comments.

Damien watches in horror as he sees Virgil’s shoulders begin to shake as the memory comes back to him.

“It wasn’t a slip of the tongue if you consider the circumstances!” He cries out, desperately not wanting to sit through another one of Virgil’s cackling.

He only realizes what he said when Virgil’s dimples disappear and are replaced with a curious look.

“Oh?” Virgil coos, smirking in the same way that made Damien fall in love with him all those years ago. “Care to explain what these circumstances are, D?”

Damien fiddles with the hem of his pajama shirt. He’s blushing.

“Well,” he inhales sharply, suddenly acting so small and nervous in a way Virgil has never seen from him in the four years they’ve known each other. “I should get used to calling him dad since he’ll become my father-in-law.”

Virgil stills. “What?”

Deceit stands up, only to then drop to one knee.

Now it’s Virgil’s turn to inhale sharply.

“Virgil Hart,” Damien looks up at him with clear adoration and a voice oozing with love from just those two words, “Years ago, for some odd - and very stupid - reason you risked sitting in a jail cell for a guy you didn’t know.”

Virgil blushes, the day they met coming back to him in pieces. He remembers sneaking out of his college dorm room past curfew to join a protest. Remembers how the protest turned south as sirens could be heard ten blocks down. Remembers the adrenaline that passed through him as he chucked an egg at one of the cops who was in the middle of arresting some guy. Remembers the adrenaline being replaced with fear as the cop charged at him, only to then be pulled down the street by the same man he rescued.

Remembers the two of them hiding in a thrift shop that sold dildos and smelled too much like weed. Remembers learning the man’s name was Damien from the slip of paper handed to him with a phone number. Remembers getting caught sneaking back into his dorm room and not even caring as the principal shouted at him because he was too busy thinking about what a great runner Damien was. He also remembers thinking how great it was to run behind Damien.

“And now,” Damien says as he presses a kiss against Virgil’s hand, “because of your lack of control that day, we sit here in this apartment that we share. With plates still in the sink that is your turn to wash, with two cats I gifted Patton curled up on our beds because you never told me he was allergic and with the insides of my favorite sweaters smudged with black lipstick because no matter where I hide them you always find them,

But, I wouldn’t change it for the world. Which I now realize, given my moral compass, doesn’t say much, so let me rephrase; I wouldn’t change it even if it meant I had to delete all my eat the rich tweets. I didn’t realize it then, but I fell in love with you the moment I heard that egg crack against the cop's helmet. I only continued to fall more in love with you as you sent me memes past midnight and the way you scrunch up your face every time someone admits to never reading one of Edgar Allan Poe’s work. You are an inspiration to me and I hope that you remain only my inspiration. Which is why, Virgil Hart, I ask you today...”

Damien slips out a ring. It’s all black, except for the purple jewel at the center, decorated with petals curling to where the diamond sits.

“Will you marry me?”

Virgil blinks.

“There’s cheeto dust on the hoodie I’m wearing.”

Damien raises an eyebrow. “Excellent observation skills.”

“Our cats’ assholes combined are in a better state than my hair right now,” Virgil continues.

“Thank you for the mental image.”

“I gained ten pounds this week!”

“I was wondering why our cuddling sessions felt better.”

“I’m pretty sure my breath smells like Remus’ room.”

“I’m well aware. I kissed you good morning, remember?”

“Then why the fuck do you still have the ring out?!” Virgil huffs, pulling his hands away. He gestures to himself. “Do I look like a picture-worthy fiancé?”

Damien raises an eyebrow. “So what you’re saying is… I should propose after you’ve taken a shower?”

“No!”

Virgil yanks his hands away. He does it so hard Damien is surprised the other doesn’t send him flying backwards. His temper flares and his mouth snaps open to say something snarky, but it shuts when his eyes fall on the emo’s face.

Sad isn’t the right word to use. It’s devastation. Even with Virgil burying his face against the knees hugged to his chest Damien can see how hard his lips wobble and the way his eyes blink rapidly against the incoming of tears.

“Why can’t you see I’m not worthy to be a fiancé?” He croaks, voice going weaker towards the end. “Much less yours?”

Damien wastes no time cradling Virgil’s face in his hands. He rubs the pad of his thumb against Virgil’s left cheek, knowing it’ll help calm him down.

“Eleanor was right,” he begins, voice softer than the most expensive silk money could buy. “She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice. It was supposed to make you feel something.”

Virgil’s breath hitches. “Eleanor and Park, chapter 28, page 165. My favorite quote.”

Damien clicks his tongue. “And yet the message escapes you. You’re not stupid, mi vida. So stop acting like it. You’re too good to fall for society's expectations of beauty.”

Virgil looks ready to interject, but Damien keeps going.

“When I bought this ring it wasn’t because I thought every angle was your best angle. It wasn’t because you lack fewer fat rolls than other people. It was because of how you showed up at my door with my favorite movie and snacks after I got a bad grade on an exam. It’s because of how you headbang and jump around the living room every time I put The Crow soundtrack on when we clean.”

Damien brushes Virgil’s bangs to the side. He presses a kiss against his boyfriend’s forehead. Virgil is quiet through all of this.

“And most importantly, it’s because whenever I picture myself happy it’s with you.”

A sob breaks through the silence. Tears, big fat crocodile ones, pour down Virgil’s face. For a second Damien thinks he said something wrong, but then Virgil swoops down to capture his lips in a kiss.

There’s nothing soft about it. Not even three seconds in and Virgil’s hand tugs at his long locks, making Damien see stars. Somehow he’s able to break through the daze and wrap his arms around Virgil’s back, pulling him close until there’s no space between them.

Besides the occasional growl and groan, there’s just the sound of their heavy breathing whenever they disconnect for a few seconds and then continue where they left off. Virgil plays dirty by wrapping his legs around the other’s waist, so Damien retaliates by biting at his lips.

When they break apart, eyes half-lidded and hands still wandering, they smile at one another.

“Brilliant idea,” Damien breaks the silence first, voice rough like sandpaper. “Kissing me while you’re crying. Now all I can taste is salt - ow!”

Damien rubs the spot where Virgil threw a pillow at him. All the while Virgil sticks out the same tongue just shoved down his throat a second ago.

“Well played,” Damien grumbles.

Virgil shrugs. “It was either the pillow or not saying yes.”

“Truly, what a difficult decision. Me versus your fragile pride.”

“Shut up and give me the ring before I hit you twice.”

Damien rolls his eyes, but there’s fondness behind them as he slips the ring on. All the while Virgil is smiling so wide and so hard he doesn’t know how his face doesn’t crack from the pressure.

Virgil knows for a fact that his eyes are puffy, that his nose is running and that his face is the same color as a cherry. But he doesn’t care. All he can focus on is the man in front of him, with his beautiful mind and a stunning smile currently aimed (and from now on always will be) only at him.

“I love you.”

Damien doesn’t hesitate. “I love you too.”

Damien watches with love in his eyes as Virgil’s eyes crinkle around the corners.

He then watches with confusion as Virgil pulls out his phone.

“Oh no,” Damien groans, “don’t tell me you’re going to tell your Tumblr followers the news first.”

“First off, fuck you. You’re just sour over the fact that Remus was the first person I told about my Tumblr account. Secondly,” Virgil puts the phone to his ear. “No, I’m not.”

The person on the other end of the line picks up on the first ring.

“Kiddo, I was hoping you’d call back! Tell Damien I don’t mind what he said. I take it as a compliment, truly!”

Virgil smiles. “I’ll do you one better. How about I give you the phone to talk to him yourself?”

He hands the phone over.

Damien, once again, doesn’t hesitate.

“Good morning, father-in-law.”

#Sanders Sides #Thomas Sanders #Anxceit #Virgil #Deceit #Patton #very briefly though #Sympathetic!Deceit #my fic

[official-helpless]

Here it is people!! An official chapter from book two of my Helpless series; Retaliation! This is chapter seventeen. This chapter is 13 pages long with 3,116 words! Enjoy! And as always, I love feedback!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Dustin and Talon park on the opposite side of Dean Henderson’s new street.

“Are you sure about this, Talon?” Dustin is obviously nervous. Talon is about to kill a man. “What if you get caught?”

Talon chuckles, “I won’t.” He assures his boyfriend confidently. He looks across the street at the medium-sized gray house.

“Is he even home?” Dustin looks over too, moving his head to try and get a better look.

Then they spot him. He is cleaning his windows. Talon can see the dark bags under the old man’s eyes. “His face still makes me sick.”

“What exactly did he do to you?” Dustin is genuinely curious. He never really knew Talon’s other abusers. Other than his parents and that pack of bullies.

“He would call my parents and lie to them about how I was doing in school. He would turn a blind eye to the gym teacher that would harass the boys in her class, including me. He would punish me when Chase would attack me and say I attacked him. A lot of the beatings I got were because of him.” Talon explains darkly. He pulls out his guns and double checks to make sure they’re loaded.

“Holy shit.” The gleaming guns reflect in Dustin’s bright eyes. “Those are your weapons? Color me impressed.” He takes one gun from Talon and examines it, “I’ve always wanted to shoot one of these.”

Talon laughs and takes the gun back. He puts them both in the holders on the inside of his jacket, “Maybe you can come shooting with me on one of my practice days. I can show you how.”

“Not gonna lie, Talon,” Dustin exhales slowly, “That’s probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever said.”

Talon smiles and gives Dustin a quick kiss, “This won’t take long.”

The three brothers are parked a little further down the road. Their attention is dead set on the house, as is Dustin’s. He’s still nervous and prepared for anything to happen.

Talon strolls right up to the house and knocks enthusiastically. As if this was a casual visit. The man answers the door and his expression twists into one of confusion.

“C- can I help you?” Dean asks hesitantly. He squints his beady eyes. “Do I know you?”

Talon grins and pushes the man back into the house. “Home alone?” He steps in and slams the door shut, “Let’s have a little talk.”

“How do you think he’s going to do it?” Zeke asks, leaning in close to the window.

“This guy didn’t rape him,” Bone replies, narrowing his eyes a little, “So there won’t be a bullet to the crotch. My guess is in the chest. Not too messy.”

“Nah.” Zeke shakes his head slowly. “I say right between the eyes.”

“Wanna bet?” Bone casts a sideway glance at his brother. They smile at each other slyly. “Twenty bucks it’s in the chest.”

“You’re on.” Zeke leans back and reaches between the seats to shake Bone’s hand.

“You two are fucked up.” Damien speaks up from his seat. His wide eyes stare at his brothers in complete disbelief.

“How long has it been, Mr. Henderson?” Talon saunters around the old man’s living room, inspecting his poor taste in decor as he waits for an answer.

The man’s wide eyes watch Talon practically circle him. “M-my wife will be back from the store soon.” He says, hoping to scare the albino off.

“Then you better answer quickly.” Talon retorts. The man doesn’t respond. “Come on Dean.” Talon whispers harshly, “You’re a smart man. How long has it been?” He wants the satisfaction of the man admitting he knows exactly who Talon is.

Dean swallows hard. There are sweat stains in the pits of his cheap polo and his hands are trembling. “It.. It’s been f-five ye-”

“Five years.” Talon interrupts with a slow nod, “Let me ask you something, Dean.” He looks at his hand and slides the fingernail of his pinky under the fingernail of his thumb, “Man to man, do you think you lived a good life? Are you proud of yourself?

Dean’s chest rises and falls rapidly. “I- I’d like to think I did.”

Talon squints and puts on a fake smile, “Did you though?” He circles Dean again. “So, calling a child a demon because of his skin is something to be proud of.” He stops and takes a step towards the man. “Lying and getting that same child beaten, giving him detention when he gets beat up, telling the other teachers to intentionally fail him just to get him in trouble? That’s living a good life, huh?” He shrugs, “I suppose it was a good life for you. Getting away with that must’ve been pretty satisfying.” He pulls out a gun and cocks it. “This, however, will be satisfying for me.” He presses it to Dean’s forehead.

Dean has tears in his eyes. He never expected to die this way. He is frozen to his spot, his pants are soiled and his entire body is shaking. His jaw twitches and his bottom lip trembles. He looks pathetic.

Dustin flinches at the sound of the gunshot. He sees blood and brain matter splatter onto the window. He looks around frantically. No one else is around, and no one seemed to hear anything. He’s glued to the window, waiting anxiously for Talon.

“Look at that splatter,” Zeke says with a dark laugh. He moves his blond bangs away from his eyes, “Totally shot him in the head.”

“Dammit.” Bone grumbles. He knows he can’t argue with the evidence. He pulls out his wallet and gives Zeke a twenty. “Just you wait till we get to the gym teacher’s house. Double or nothing.”

Zeke chuckles as he shoves the twenty in his pocket, “You got it, big guy.”

“I hate you guys.” Damien mumbles grumpily. His two brothers don’t get along very often, and when they do, they bond over the darkest things.

Talon steps out of the house and closes the door gently. He wipes his face with a black cloth as he crosses the street to the truck. “That went better than expected.” He says quietly. He pauses when he notices Dustin staring at him. Why was he staring at him like that? Was he scared?

Dustin uses his thumb to wipe away some blood that was still on Talon’s cheek, “Point blank?”

Dustin’s question surprises Talon. It’s an odd question. “Yes?” He answers in an uncertain tone.

Dustin takes a moment to look at Talon’s eyes. They’re glowing brightly. The bright green and shocks of pink. His cat-like pupils are dilated. The albino is visibly exhilarated. “That was impressive.” He compliments.

Talon smiles and a wave of relief crashes over him. His phone beeps, and he sees a text from Damien saying they are heading to the next house. “We are hitting the gym teacher next. Her house is on the way back.” He informs Dustin.

X

Serpent and Spade are only forty-five minutes behind the others.

“S- Serpent. There are cops here.” Spade speaks up anxiously as they pull up to Dean’s house. “And it looks like he has a wife.” He notices a cop comforting a grieving older woman.

“Don’t worry, little doctor.” Serpent shuts the car off and steps out. Spade exits the car hesitantly. He walks beside him and they cross the street.

“Hey!” A cop shouts as they near the house, “You can’t-”

“There’s nothing for you here.” Serpent’s voice is a deep growl and his eyes glow. He looks at the small group of officers, “You and everyone else on this property need to leave. Nothing happened.”

They all mumble their agreements and get in their cars. They leave without a single argument. He tells the old lady to follow them quietly. He does the same thing to the CSI workers in the house he did to the cops. They leave without a word.

“Sit.” Serpent says to the old lady. She sits silently.

“H- how did you do that?” Spade is amazed. He’s never seen Serpent do a trick like that.

“Compulsion. One of the perks of being me.” Serpent says with a low chuckle.

Spade stops. All this time, Serpent could force him to comply, but he doesn’t. He feels a whole new respect growing.

“Eighteen hundred years alive and you don’t know what you are? What category you fall in to?” Spade looks up at him, “Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Not at all.” Serpent responds, examining the body. The bullet is still on the floor. “Finding out what I am won’t change it. I’ll still be me either way, so I’m in no hurry.”

That’s another quality that Spade admires about Serpent. Nothing ever bothers him, and if it does, he doesn’t show it. He handles each situation with dignity and control.

“You got lucky. You knew what you were right away.” Serpent looks down on Spade, “Nymph.”

Spade’s cheeks redden, and he looks away. “I wouldn’t call that lucky. Male nymphs are extremely rare and-”

“And extremely beautiful.” Serpent adds with a grin.

“And,” Spade adjusts his glasses nervously, “That quality gets my kind kidnapped and sold.” He says sadly.

“That’s where I come in.” Serpent reaches in his pocket and pulls out Spade’s favorite pen. He dropped it at the house when Serpent picked him up. “You’re safe with me.”

Spade’s mother originally hired Serpent to protect Spade. Spade needed protection and Serpent needed a doctor to work with him. Serpent took Spade with him, causing some waves with the doctor’s mother, but there was no way for Serpent to do his project and protect Spade in one place, “You’re always safe with me.” He promises.

“Thank you.” Spade takes the pen with a shy smile. He watches as Serpent sets Dean’s body ablaze. “What about her?” He turns to look at the old lady.

Serpent gazes at Spade. “Look away, little doctor.”

Spade’s eyes flutter a little. He turns away and stares at the floor. He hears the woman whimper, followed by the sound of her neck snapping. He puts his hand over his mouth and closes his eyes. He turns back around as Serpent is setting the woman on fire. “Couldn’t you have just compelled her to forget?”

“I could have, but who knows who else knows them. She could end up with a family member that asks too many questions. It’s easier to kill her.” Serpent places his hand on the small of Spade’s back and leads him out of the house.

Serpent is right. Spade links his arm with Serpent’s and allows the man to lead him back to the car.

X

“N-no! You’re supposed to be dead!” Michelle is terrified. Talon Adams is standing in her kitchen. “You can’t be here!”

“Oh, I understand.” Talon walks up on her, making her stumble backwards and trip on one of her dining room chairs, “I’m too old for your tastes.” He taunts.

Bone and the others are parked around the back of the house. There is no gate. Bone scans the backyard. Something rather peculiar catches his attention. He nudges Damien.

“Hey, look at that.” The tattooed man says urgently. He points to the storm cellar in the woman’s backyard. There are a pile of clothes beside it and a plate of food scraps.

Damien finds the sight a bit odd as well. He reaches to the back seat and shakes Zeke awake. “We might have a problem.”

Zeke sits up straight, “With Talon?” He asks, blinking away the sleepiness.

“Not exactly.” Damien points to what Bone showed him.

“That’s… Strange…” Zeke narrows his eyes and shifts in his seat. “Let’s go check it out.”

They all exit the car and sneak into the backyard. Dustin sees this and watches them with confusion. After a moment, he decides to follow them.

“What are y’all doin’?” Dustin asks them in a hushed tone.

Zeke cocks his head towards the cellar and points to the clothes and plate of scraps.

Dustin’s muscles tense up tightly. What the hell is this?

Bone looks at the cellar doors. “They’re chained shut.” He grabs the chains, “They’re rusted pretty badly. I can probably just-” he breaks the chains with a deep grunt. He tosses them to the side and they land with a loud clink. He opens the doors slowly, “Hello?” He calls down, careful not to be too loud.

They can hear little whimpers as a response. Bone freezes instantly. He stands up and whirls around, “She’s got someone down there. Tell Talon. Now.” Without another word, Bone races down the concrete steps and into the musty cellar.

X

“T- Talon, please… listen to me…” Michelle whimpers. She grabs the top of the counter and pulls herself to her feet, “I- I’m not as bad as you think.”

Talon raises an eyebrow. This should be good. “Why is that?”

Michelle lets out a shaky breath and wipes her forehead. “W-when I was little, I… My father molested me… It happened a lot and as I got older, I thought performing acts like that meant you loved someone…”

Talon holds back his laughter. “Are you telling me that when your father did those things to you, you felt loved?”

“Well… No… I felt scared and alone…” Michelle admits.

“So, you’re trying to tell me you harassed and molested boys because that’s the only way you could show love?” Talon scoffs. “Let’s put aside the fact that these boys were underage. None of them wanted it! Including me! You didn’t love us! You loved feeling like you were in control. Just because your dad traumatized you as a child, doesn’t give you the right to traumatize innocent people!”

Michelle knew her excuse was bullshit, but she was so desperate to stay alive that she was ready to say anything. No matter how ridiculous. “B- but isn’t that what you’re doing now?”

A smile tugs at the corners of Talon’s mouth. “No, you ignorant woman. You were sexually abused and in turn, you sexually abuse underage boys. You project your pain onto innocent people who had no intention of hurting you. I am projecting my pain on the dirtbags that had every intention of hurting me. People like you create trauma. I want to prevent it.” He takes a step towards the shaking woman, making her flinch. Just then, his phone buzzes. He pulls it out and glances at it to make sure it’s not an emergency. His anger boils hot inside of him.

“You…” His head lowers and his bangs fall over his eyes, “You sick bitch!” He shoves his phone in his pocket and rushes the woman. He snatches her up by the throat and lifts her above his head. Her feet kick at the air and her nails desperately claw at Talon’s hand. “You vile woman. You disgust me! You’re a complete waste of flesh! You’ve got someone locked in your cellar!?” His eyes flash defiantly, “How old is he!?” When the woman opts for silence, he tightens his grip. “How old is he!?”

Hot tears streak down Michelle’s face as she chokes out the words, “They’re sixteen!”

Talon feels something in him snap. Black slowly takes over the white sclera of his eyes. He throws the woman across the small kitchen. She hits the wall with a heavy thud. “There’s more than one!?”

X

Bone squints as his eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the cellar, “Hello?” He calls out again.

“P- please… don’t hurt us.” A small male voice whines in fear.

Bone blinks a few times and walks in further. He finally sees them. Two boys about the age of sixteen. His heart sinks at the sight of them, “I will not hurt you.” He says, slowly inching his way towards them. The three of them hear Michelle screaming, followed by several gunshots. The two boys start to panic and cry.

“No, no, no, no. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He crouches down and grabs the chains on their ankles. “These are fairly strong.” He mutters. He looks up at them. “Is there a key?”

One boy nods quickly. “She keeps it in a toolbox by the steps. We can’t reach it.” His voice is like gravel.

Bone gets up and heads back towards the steps. He comes back a moment later with the key. He unlocks the restraints and takes them off of the boys’ ankles. He notices they are only in their underwear. He takes off his coat and throws it around one boy, then takes off his hoodie and puts it on the other. He’s left in a black, sleeveless shirt. The boys look up at him with grateful and needy eyes. Both have dirty blond hair and shamrock green eyes.

“Do you have anyone to take you in?” Bone asks them. They shake their heads. “Do you want to come with me?” They nod their heads eagerly. “Alright.” Bone gathers them both in his arms and stands up. They cling to him desperately as he exits the cellar.

Zeke and Damien’s eyes are wide with shock. Dustin gasps at the sight. Bone carries them to the car and places them in the back seat. “Zeke, are you okay to drive? I want to sit with them.”

“Yeah, no problem, dude.” Zeke is still in complete disbelief. That woman really had two boys trapped in a cellar. He can’t imagine what they’ve been through.

Talon is coming out of the back of the house. The group can see a fire forming inside. “How many?” He asks abruptly.

“T- two.” Dustin notices the change in Talon’s eyes and feels a rush of fear. “Talon-”

“I just got off the phone with Serpent. They are heading back to the house to get supplies ready for those boys.” Talon interrupts harshly, “I collected the bullets myself and started the fire. We need to go. Now.”

The brothers nod and get into their car. Talon and Dustin get into the truck and the vehicles start. They drive off quickly.

“Talon, are you okay?” Dustin’s hands grip the steering wheel. “You looked really… angry back there.”

“Of course I did. That bitch had two sixteen-year-old boys in her cellar. She tried to blame her past trauma on her actions. I’m thoroughly disgusted. Aren’t you?” Talon’s tone is biting. His narrowed eyes glare at the blood beading on his hands where that vile woman scratched him.

“Well, yeah, but your eyes, they-” Dustin is cut off when Talon’s phone buzzes and the albino deliberately answers it. ‘Guess we’ll talk later.’ He thinks with a deep concern.

#helpless #violence #lgbtq #albino #romance #retaliation #kindle books #series #book two #Talon Adams #books #writing #guns #revenge #february 2021

[laneypenn]

could you tell us about your duckula ocs??

so mina (blackbird) and quincey (cardinal) are like, the rebellious kids who smoke and skate instead of going to class except they dont smoke because they’re fourteen. they’re kinda like janis and damien in mean girls and vanna is like their cady

on vanna’s first day of school, she wants to make friends and they’re like “haha thisll be funny okay so theres this SUPER SCARY haunted castle up on the mountain so you should go knock on the door and then we can be friends”

then vanna knocks on the door and spooky shit happens and theyre like holy FUCK and they feel bad. then they become friends

paakhi (nightingale) is a shy choir girl who befriends vanna (and by extension mina and quincey) over a shared love of music. she’s got a beautiful voice and she’s softspoken, but she drops just. Devastating critiques on quincey every now and then

valentina (loon) was the previous count duckula’s adopted sister (after a bit of begging to igor and nanny) and she takes on the role of duckula’s auntie very well. shes still a vampire through and through, though, so she has a bit of a mrs lovett vibe to her. she likes knitting and murder

#count duckula #Anonymous #art

[valentinesirwins]

delilah; ashton irwin

summary: you and ashton bring a new life into this world, and she could not have be more beautiful. 

warnings: none. just some tooth-rotting fluff. 

a/n: god the idea of ashton as a dad makes my heart go whoosh! 

word count: 2,790 

April 5. It was a sunny day in Los Angeles, the high was 72. Spring had officially sprung, and you could not have been happier. Spending a majority of your pregnancy in the cold Winter months was more than a struggle, especially with Ash working on the new album. But now that the album is out and the tour was over, Ash had been compensating for the months that he was missing out on. 

Thirty-eight weeks. You were ready to burst. All of your clothes didn’t fit anymore, so when you and Ash would go on your morning hikes, you opted for a sports bra, oversized hoodie, and a pair of maternity leggings you always thought would be too large for you. Now they’re on the edge of being too small. “You ready to go?” You waddled towards the kitchen, taking your water bottle and phone in one hand and your wallet in the other. Ash was dressed in a long-sleeved athletic top and a pair of joggers, all black… of course. You always loved the way Ash looked in black, especially with the red hair. Ash took one last sip from his coffee before pouring the remaining amount down the sink, picking up the backpack that you two shared when hiking and placed both of your water bottles and wallets in the black backpack. Ash swung both straps over his shoulder as you two walked out the front door, hands intertwined with each others’.

Ever since finding out you and Ash would be bringing an entirely different life into the world; it was all you two could talk about.

“So just to make sure…” You breathed out, walking up the hill that led to the trail as you swung Ashton’s arm with yours. “Delilah if it’s a girl, Damien if it’s a boy” Ashton finished your sentence, looking over at you with a contagious smile. 

You never knew how much Ashton truly wanted to be a dad until one night when you were around the 4-month mark. You two were lying in bed, the fabric of one of Ashton’s t-shirt riding up to reveal your bump. At that point, you had only felt tiny kicks so far; so, to say that you were taken aback when you felt the little bean kick like a mule inside your stomach was an understatement. 

“Holy shit!” Ash exclaimed before you could even finish your thought process. You simply chuckled, resting your hand on top of the bump and giving it a slight pat. 

“A couple more months, little bean” You looked down at the bump and then back at Ashton, who upon closer look, had tears welling up in his eyes. 

“Woah. Woah. Woah” The mood instantly changed as you lifted yourself off the bed, cupping Ashton’s clenched jaw. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, pressing your forehead against his as you stroked your thumb against the grain of his stubble. Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath in before looking back at you.

“I just don’t want to mess this up” He sighed; voice thick with emotion. 

“Ash…” You tried to come up with a sentence that would make him feel better, but Ash listened with his heart. Without a word between you two, you took his hand and rested it against your bump, breathing in with the sensation of his gentle touch. 

“I don’t want to be like my Dad, Y/N” 

“I just want to be there for you. For him or her” 

“I can’t lose you like my parents lost each other” Ashton held back tears with a clenched jaw as you sat on your knees, arms resting on his shoulders as your hands ran through the back of his curls. 

“You won’t” You spoke softly. 

“Ashton, you’re going to be the most amazing father. I have no doubt in my mind or in my heart that would say otherwise” You planted your hand on top of his, feeling his heartbeat from your palm. 

“You’re my fucking everything” 

Ashton went on about how he remembers that night like yesterday. How he will always know that night as the one where he truly realized that he wouldn’t want anybody else in this entire universe to bring an entirely new life in with. Now, with the remaining days becoming smaller and smaller, the anxiety of a baby was really starting to kick in.

Over the past week or two, you had been experiencing Braxton-Hicks contractions, usually an hour or so apart and only lasting a minute. It was your body’s way of preparing you for the Hell you would have to experience in a few weeks’ time. So, when you and Ashton were climbing up the steep trail to the summit and the sensation of your baby’s head “dropping” lower into your abdomen, you simply thought it was just another false alarm.

Ashton had pulled out his phone to take an Instagram story of the view from the end of the hike, the smoggy Los Angeles skyline stretched out miles upon miles in front of you. 

“Do something cute!” Ashton yelled from behind his phone as you posed in front of the view, dropping one hip and bending your knee into an Instagram-worthy pose. You held up your water bottle and rested a hand on your large bump as Ashton took the picture. 

As if on cue, when Ashton’s face appeared from behind the phone, the feeling of a sharp, almost period-like cramp hit your abdomen. This one felt different. Real… in a sense. Ashton took notice at the sudden change of emotion as you pressed your hand down against the bottom of your bump. 

“Just another false alarm” You shook your head, looking down at the rough terrain before looking back up at Ash, whose face was twisted in worry. “Let’s head down, I’m starving” You waddled back down the trail, Ashton following behind. You knew he could see right through your façade, and it was only a matter of time before you could hide any more contractions. 

Halfway down the trail, another one hit you. This time, the pain resonating in your lower back and down your thighs. The only way you could describe them was period cramps, really bad period cramps. It was odd, considering that you hadn’t felt that kind of sensation in nine months. Ashton took more notice this time, coming to your side as you braced yourself from the pain with a firm hand on your abdomen. 

“Those aren’t fake, love,” Ashton said through a wobbly voice as you passed a group of hikers, both giving them a friendly smile in an attempt to draw eyes away from you two. You and Ashton continued down the trail, this time at double the speed as the previous contraction still lingered.

The journey home was a blur as you were trying to breathe through your panic the entire way there. Ash helped you down to the couch, handing you your water as he frantically searched for his phone. 

“Pocket,” You said blankly after taking a giant chug of water, leaning back into the couch as you looked up at the ceiling. 

You and Ashton mutually decided to have a home birth. Hospitals were always a place that caused anxiety for you, and the idea of bringing your baby into the world surrounded by the comfort of your own home made you feel more secure. Ashton was on the phone with Alicia, your nurse, and midwife, trying to form coherent sentences. 

“Alright. Yep. Thank you. Thank you so much. See you soon. Yep. Alright. Bye” Ashton’s desperate attempt at containing his panic made you chuckle as he hung up the phone. 

“I’m gonna run you a bath and get you some clothes” Ashton breathed out before speed-walking towards the bathroom, the sound of water soon following as you picked yourself up from the couch and made your way to the bedroom. You wish you could say you were surprised when you spotted Ashton running frantically around the room to find you something to wear. 

Walking towards him, you took his hand in yours, stopping him in his tracks. His first question was if you were okay, and you simply smiled before giving him a gentle nod. 

“Just sit down for a second” You led him towards the bed, his arms wrapping around you as you sat down and took a deep breath before looking over at Ashton. 

“Love.” You raised your eyebrows, hooking your finger under his chin, switching his gaze from your stomach to your eyes.

“Everything is going to be just fine. I feel fine, the baby feels fine. You’re freaking out more than me” You chuckled before taking his shaky hand and resting it down on your stomach, the trembling subsiding as he took a deep breath in. 

His lips were damp and slightly cool, probably from the frantic breaths. He still tasted like this mornings’ coffee. It would be stronger if he drank the rest, instead of dumping it out. When your hand pressed against his jaw, you were able to feel his heartbeat. The tempo decreasing with every second that passed, like the somber key change in a symphony. 

The sound of the doorbell echoing through the house ended the kiss abruptly. Ashton kept his skin against yours until the very last moment, where your fingertips would slightly graze over each other before turning away to answer the door. His voice reverberated off the walls as he welcomed in Alice and her team. It was much calmer and more collected, but there was still that sense of anxiety behind every sentence he finished. 

“Hello, sweetpea!” Alice’s plump figure entered through the door, dressed in her light pink scrubs. Her team followed, carrying equipment and smiling at you as they all entered. There was an entirely new sense of warmness and hospitality as everyone settled into the room. 

Alice helped you with getting more comfortable, having Ashton help you change into a cotton sports bra and your favorite loose shorts. As Ashton aided you in the process of taking off the sweaty hiking clothes, the sensation of his calloused fingertips against your damp skin left goosebumps wherever it lingered. The spot right next to your ribs was especially sensitive to this touch, causing a shiver to run up your spine. The sound of Ashton’s giggle echoing off the walls put a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. You reached your arm back behind you, contacting the back of Ashton’s head as he leaned down to pepper kisses across your bare shoulders. 

“You are so beautiful” Ashton whispered against your skin, his hot breath leaving trails of goosebumps across your freckled back. With a swift motion, Ash transferred the spandex bra for the freshly-washed cotton one. 

“You are so strong” He adjusted the straps, continuing to press soft kisses against your skin.

“And you…” 

He turned you around so you faced him, hands resting on your bare thighs. Your faces would be closer if it weren’t for the giant bump between you two. Ashton put both hands on your stomach, tapping a gentle beat on the skin before looking back up at you. 

“…are a fucking badass” 

You and Ash exited the bathroom, Alicia now taking you in her arms as you waddle towards the bed. You sat crisscrossed on the mattress as Alicia and another midwife, June, took both yours and the baby’s vitals. As June took your blood pressure, she asked if you wanted to play some music.

 Famous last words. The second Ashton gets the power to abuse Alexa it’s over for everyone. “Alexa!” 

“Play!” 

He drum-rolled on the nearest surface and let out the most triumphant demand with, 

“Don’t Stop” 

“Ashton!” You yelled out from the other room, the sound of Ashton giggling from the hallway causing you to belt out a series of scream-laughs as the high-pitched laughter grew louder as the chorus neared. The image of Ashton peeking from the doorway with his phone in his hand, zooming in on the image of you manically laughing-screaming to Don’t Stop. 

The chaos stopped after Ashton saved the moment to his Camera Roll, signaling the end of his Alexa shenanigans…for now. You simply shook your head as you told Alexa to play Alternative, the familiar beat of a fun. song starting to play through the room.

Alicia broke your water for you, and as if the universe decided that was the trigger for this whole birth thing to blast off, you were hit with another contraction. You transferred from your bed and to the large yoga ball Alicia had set up for you, trying to roll and bounce out every contraction that hit your body. 

Hour by hour, the contractions had gotten worse and worse. You were only six centimeters dilated when you thought that the pain couldn’t get any worse. At this point you were entering a different realm of existence with every contraction that hit you, groaning out in pain solely because you lacked the energy to truly scream in pain. 

Ashton firmly pressed his hands down on your lower back as you hunched over the bathtub, the contractions bringing you to your knees every two minutes. You didn’t have much time to get anywhere before getting hit with another contraction, so that’s how you ended up hunched over the bathtub like this. Another three hours passed until you were finally ready to push, transferring into the position that you had practiced in the birth classes. You sat in the heated bathtub, leaning back into the porcelain as Alicia positioned your legs and torso. Ashton stood beside you, sitting on the rim of the tub with his legs in the water as he took your hands in his. 

“Alright, sweetpea” Alicia came into the bathroom, dressed in a sterile yellow gown, kneeling down on the ground with all the tools beside her for easy access.  

“You ready to deliver this baby?” She hyped you up, causing an exhausted laugh to escape from your lips. 

“This is the easy part, Y/N. When I say push, push. When I say hold, hold your breath. And when I say breathe, breathe knowing that those breaths are going to guide your baby into this world” 

The sound of Ashton breathing with you through every single push, hold, and gasping breath made every single surrounding fade around you. Time was passing in slow motion, the image of you and Ashton sitting in the tub as he breathed against your shoulder. His hand taking every rough, painful, trembling squeeze. 

“There’s a head of blonde hair!” Alicia exclaimed, causing you to throw back your head back in a sudden burst of energy. You groaned through the ten-second push, only able to focus on finally getting to hold your baby. 

“Push, push, push, push” 

The sound of water splashing against your body as you reached down and grabbed your baby took you out of that primal trance. The warm, purple, mucus-covered skin against yours caused emotion to flood over you. 

“It’s a girl. It’s a girl!” Ashton yelled out. You looked over at him, eyes wide as the realization started to set in. A girl. A beautiful, stunning baby girl. 

Ashton wiped away tears as the baby girls’ cries echoed off the walls. You looked up at Ash, both of your eyes filled with tears as June wiped off the excess mucus and fluids from the baby. 

“She’s beautiful. She’s so beautiful” He looked down at the baby girl before looking up at Alicia, who had a pair of scissors to cut the cord. The baby girl’s cries increased with the two snips and quick clamp but soon returned to coos and grunts after returning to her mother’s arms. 

While you delivered the placenta, Ash was over with June, who was taking measurements and vitals and swaddling the baby. Alicia helped you out of the bathtub, transferring you to your bed, which had been prepared with special post-birth sheets. You nearly collapsed onto the mattress, your body finally overcoming with fatigue and exhaustion. 

June handed you the swaddled baby, a relieved smile spread across your face as she latched onto you without trouble. Ashton sat down beside you, taking in the image of his wife and newborn daughter before him. You opened your eyes, looking over at Ashton and inviting him over to lay beside you before handing the swaddled bundle of joy into Ashton’s arms. 

“Hello” He sniffled; eyes welled up with tears as he gently rocked her in his arms. 

“Delilah” He breathed out, nose stuffy as he looked over at you. You were a sobbing mess as you simply nodded and gave Ashton a snotty kiss. 

“Delilah Jane Irwin”

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[obsidiancreates]

1, 11, 14, 23, 24, 25, 28, 30?

Favorite fic you wrote this year? Oh fuck I gotta go through and see which ones I wrote this year lol.

Oh god...

I’m counting them as I’m going and I just got down to May and it’s already at 105.

Alright well apparently in 2019 I wrote 173 fics, or at least 173 that i tagged with “My attempts at fanfic”. Holy fuck.

Hmm... These Thorns Are Rosy was really good, I had a lot of fun with that one! Accidental Intruders was a blast though because I was just like “Bleh I wanna fight Anti with my gaggle of dumbasses.” Oh but my trio of Actor fics...

I consider Not A Simple Walk In The Park; Pain, Confusion, Desperation; and His Beautiful Manor my holy trio of Actor fics. I adore them!

Jeepers... I can’t pick... it’s kinda nice, actually, usually I hate that feeling but it’s nice to have so many fics that I like so much!

Fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year? Oh, the Ipliers for sure. With the good content we got this year for them, and the Actor boom that happened, and the fun of the Vampire AU, it’s a real no-brainer.

A fic you didn’t expect to write? His Beautiful Manor. I started that bad boy out with the idea of Damien walking in on one of Actor’s attempts and dragging Actor out of the house before Actor could go even further. And instead that happened and frankly I’m glad it did lol.

Oh and the entire Vampire AU. That came out of nowhere and I am so, so glad it did.

Fics you wanted to write but didn’t? Priestiplier fics, fic of Wilford bringing Dark to meet Abe, an actual Vamp!Marvin storyline, more of Forced Into The Role, and I never did finish the Damin being turned Vampire AU fic I started in... November? Yeah, November.

Favorite fic you read this year? Gosh... I don’t even remember what I read this year lol. One that I keep thinking back to is... fuck, I always for get the title, your Jackie sonic punches discovery fic. I just adore that one, was that this year? I think it was, yeah.

A fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read? Uhhhhhhhhhhhh as I said I barely remember what I read this year. Ah fuck it, I’m plugging your stories more, I think everyone should read your wonderful Superhero AU because holy shit it’s awesome as fuck.

Longest fic you read this year? I don’t really read long fics very often anymore... maybe What Is Dark Within Me, Illuminae ... I think that’s the title anyway. A Transcendence AU fic, I know that. Never did check back in on it to see if it updated more though... whoops...

Favorite fandom to read fic from this year?  Ipliers, probably. Some good shit came out this year! :D 

[ilovemygaydad]

picture frame(d) [part 2]

a continuation of this prompt

pairings: pre-romantic logince

warnings: mentioned death threats, gay panic, lots of swearing, anger, panic attacks, sass, stuttering, verbal conflict, rudeness, deceit (as a character; named damien), deceit (as in lying and deceit), yelling, manhandling and pushing, frustration, and possibly something else

a/n: everyone really liked this so, uh.... here’s part two. i’m just gonna tag the people who reblogged the first part with comments, but i do have more ideas for this in the future if you wish to be tagged then. when will that come out? dunno. i wrote this on a whim.

@ironwoman359​ @justanotherpurplebutterfly @anxiouslyfred @five-second-cookies

consider buying me a coffee

If there was one thing that infuriated Roman to no end, it would definitely be when he couldn’t find a lead to save his life.

And he couldn’t fucking find one.

He’d been on this case for weeks, and he’d interrogated every staff member half a dozen times with no results. Virgil, Patton, Joan, Talyn, Remy--he’d even talked to the delivery people--had given their stories and alibis, and they all checked out!

And there was one person who he thought he’d hit a home-run on, but it turned out that the kid only spoke French. Thank fucking god that Dr. Picani was fluent, or Roman would have had to hire a damn interpreter.

And guess what? The kid didn’t know anything! He’d never even heard of the notes until they asked.

So yeah, Roman was pretty damn frustrated. It wasn’t his fault that this whole investigation was falling apart at the seams, and Logan’s life was still on the line.

“He’s got to be involved, Roman,” Logan murmured. They were standing on the other side of a one-way mirror, watching the kid draw in a pad of paper. “He showed up just a month before the notes started appearing. It can’t be a coincidence.”

Roman hummed, deep in thought. He was going over what they had learned about the kid. Damien Gauthier, age twenty-one. Immigrated to the country at twenty and picked up a job at the palace around a month before the threats began. Works in the kitchens handling deliveries and preparing ingredients for the higher-ranking chefs. According to Patton, the kid was shy and reserved. He rarely spoke. The scarring on the left side of his face were from a burn (around his eye) and friction burn (the rest of that side of his face).

It just didn’t add up.

“I’d love to believe that we’ve found our terrorist, Lo, but there’s just no evidence. I can’t go around arresting people on a hunch.”

Logan deflated a bit. “I know… I’m just scared, I guess.”

“Hey,” Roman whispered, placing his hand gently on Logan’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll figure it out. I’m sure what we’re missing is right in front of our faces.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m sure that you’re right.” The prince sighed. “I’m going to go back to my bedroom. I’d advise that you go see the secretary; I believe that she has mail for you.”

Roman smiled and took a few steps towards the door. “Have a good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty.”

“You too, Prince Charming.”

Roman was going to redact his previous statements. The thing that infuriated him the most was when he got conned into believing the same damn prince that he had known was bad news from the beginning.

He should have fucking known. The second that he saw the fucking notes, he should have been able to figure it out. The handwriting wasn’t even that different from Logan’s. He barely changed it at all, yet Roman fell for the mystery.

He fell for Logan.

The results of the handwriting analysis had come back. They showed that the person who wrote them was left handed. Logan was a leftie, and Damien was right handed. Upon closer inspection from Roman, he noticed that the “a”s matched up almost perfectly with the ones on the rendezvous letter that Logan had left with him one particularly stressful night.

No one was threatening Logan.

The notes were just some attempt to frame Damien.

Roman flung the door to Logan’s bedroom open with more force than necessary, but he didn’t really care with all of the red clouding his thoughts.

“Roman, what are you--”

“What kind of an idiot do you take me for?!” Roman screamed, grabbing Logan by the collar and lifting him from his chair onto his feet. “Did you seriously think that I would be so stupid that I’d put an innocent man to death without evidence? Am I a joke to you?”

“What are you going on about?” Logan’s hands wrapped around Roman’s wrists, and horror shone clear in his eyes.

Roman’s voice turned too sweet too fast. “The lab results for the handwriting analysis came back, Lo. Left handed. Unlike our prime suspect, and just like you. Not to mention your pathetic attempt to mask your handwriting failed miserably.”

“It’s not what it looks like--”

“Oh, I’m pretty damn sure it’s exactly what it looks like,” Roman said; his voice gradually gained volume once more. “You played me like a damn fiddle! I fell for--” You-- “your innocent schtick, but you were completely free of guilt, trying to send that kid to death! I can’t believe you thought so poorly of my intelligence. And--holy shit--you were so fucking awful to risk your friends’ lives in your scheme! They could have been found guilty, and I bet you wouldn’t have cared. You’re just insufferable!”

Logan was still clinging to Roman’s wrists, but his expression edged almost on regret. “Roman, I swear to you that I would never try to incriminate an innocent person! He’s hiding something! I’ve seen it, Ro; he’s--”

“Save it,” Roman spat in a menacing whisper. “I don’t want to listen to you for a second longer than I have to. Go cry to your damn servants…” He leaned in close to the prince’s face. “That is, if they trust you anymore.”

In one fluid motion, Roman threw Logan back into his chair and stalked out of the room, leaving the prince gasping for breath.

“Um, excuse me, Detective,” Virgil said as he walked into Roman’s bedroom at the palace.

Roman threw him a vicious glare over his shoulder. He’d been hastily throwing his belongings and tools back into his suitcase for about an hour in preparation to vacate the palace as soon as humanly possible. He desperately wanted to go home and wallow in his sorrow and anger without the constant reminder that, hey, the prince fucking conned me for nearly a month! That’s cool, huh?!

“What do you want?”

“Oh, well, um… Well, I came to tell you that the cab you requested won’t, um… It won’t be able to come.” Virgil shied away from the intensity of Roman’s stare, and nearly jumped out of his skin when Roman spoke up again.

“So order another one.”

“I, um, can’t.”

Roman felt time still as he fully turned around. “What?”

Virgil took a step back and curled further into himself. He was nearly impossible to hear as he said, “There’s a huge blizzard coming through. We’re stranded in the palace for a few days until the storm passes and a bit of the snow clears.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Roman muttered to himself, dropping onto his bed.

“I-I’m sorry! I can try t-t-to get s-someone to come in--”

“No, I’m sorry.” Roman waved the servant off. “I’m just upset. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

I should be taking it out on the real culprit, but I’d rather avoid committing a capital offense.

Virgil gave a tiny, scared nod. “Okay. Uh, if you need anything--”

“Just call. I know,” Roman said with a gentle smile. “Thanks, Virgil.”

“Uh, yeah… Bye.”

Virgil was out of the door before Roman could even think to respond.

With a sigh, the detective flopped back onto his bed. It was just his sour luck that he would be stranded in this godforsaken palace with Logan. The prince of his dreams. Stupid, handsome, deceitful Logan. He muttered a few Chinese and English curses under his breath, feeling the full exhaustion of the day weigh on him like a thick blanket. Without the drive to get the hell out of Dodge, Roman was sleepy as hell. His eyes fluttered closed. It wasn’t as if he was missing anything important if he fell asleep.

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[ruckusheaven]

A Coon In A Colorful Heaven-  Chapter 2: “Forever is a Mighty Long Time...”

Coon- A black person who is ignorant to white discrimination and unknowingly suffers with self hatred   

This chapter continues to follow the eternal story of a man named Damien. When we last saw Damien he had awoken in his own Hell awaiting Judgment. Damien was being judged by his own personal Angel named “Angie”, as she read off a list of his sins that were condemning him to hell; in hopes of having him understand and accept his fate. But during Damien’s judgement Angie saw something “interesting”  withing his conflictions. Was it Hope? Confusions? Or maybe she Pitied the poor soul? Regardless of what Angie saw, Damien would soon come to realize that even in Heaven you can still create your own Hell; and that spirits that belong in Heaven, Stay in Heaven...

*A Bright Light Crashed down, dissipating leaving Damien laying on his back*

Damien: *sitting up, rubbing his head* ow that...hurt?

Damien: You can still feel pain in Heaven? I thought in Heaven you couldn’t feel anything ba- *deep gasp*

As Damien looked up he had saw a Realm that many had and still Dream of, yet all are completely wrong. Heaven.. a Realm made of pure imagination. Shapes and Buildings. Clouds and Water. Animals and Tress. Some Buildings that look old and familiar. Some buildings that look..Impossible. Colors of different shades and hues, but somehow all perfectly harmonized. People Flying through the sky and walking around. Some wearing familiar clothes, some wearing nothing at all..

Damien: *eyes start to water* This place is... this place is-

???: Paradise right?

Damien: *looking up* Angie!?

Angie: Hola 

Damien: *standing up* What are you doing here?? Are you like my Guardian Angel or something?

Angie: Oh no not at all! that’s a whole nother headache that i’m no longer apart of.

Angie: I’m just here as a guide of sorts

Damien: A guide?

Angie: Yep! as you can see Heaven is literally an endless place of space and possibilities. Souls are scattered all over the place

Angie: Some in places that are highly populated. Some in personal “Zones” or area’s unknown to everyone but them.

Angie: Heaven is a big place, so Angels like me are here to help you find what you’re looking for first, like families and friends or maybe help create your own zone.

*A few feet away from Angie and Damien, another soul crashes down and is greeted with a huge crowd of family and friends*

Damien: wow what a huge family.. why wasn’t anyone waiting for me?

Angie: Ehh... let’s just say that you being here is a surprise,, a very uncommon one.

Damien: *takes a deep breath* wow.. really..

Angie: Yea.. but listen that’s kind of why you’re here anyways. See the reason i-

Damien: Listen you don’t have to explain... i think i get it. 

Angie: Do you really?

Damien: Yea... i’m the first of my bloodline to make it into Heaven and it’s kinda big deal.

Angie:

Angie: Boy are you dumb or retarded!? Do you know how huge your bloodline is and continues to be!?!

Angie: And you think that out of the MILLIONS before you, that you’re the first to make it!?

Damien: I mean yea kinda..

Damien: Look im not dumb enough to think that my Ancestors in the B.C time didn’t make it. But from what i can remember about most of my personal family.. most weren’t great people and not enough donated blood to make it into Heaven like i did.

Angie: You’re just so...

Angie: You know what. How about i just take you to their sector, so you can see for yourself. This was kinda the point in the first place.

Damien: We have our own sector??

Angie: Yup and they’ll be more than surprised to see you. I’m very excited to see the upcoming results

Damien: Results? what are you-

*A Bright Light crashes down on Damien, Taking him up to his family’s sector*

Angie: Now what will it be Damien, Peace or Silence?...

*A Bright Light crashes down leaving Damien on his feet*

Damien: -doing here?..

Damien: Angie? *looking left and right* Angie!?

A Young Girl Walking in a distance: I recognize that voice.. i know... i know they didn’t

Damien: *looks and sees the young girl* Hey excuse me can you help me out!?

The Young Girl in the Distance: OOOO! Pam and Craig are gonna flip on this one *A Bright Light crashes down taking her away*

Damien: What in the hell was that about?..

Damien: *walking around* wooow, this place is beautiful

Damien: I can’t believe my bloodline has its own sector. Everything looks different but at the same time familiar.. and there’s so many people here.

Damien: *looks around* aye, aye! Aunt Veronica, Aye it’s me

Aunt Veronica: *Flying by*

 Damien: Dam... maybe she didn’t hear me.. she was pretty high up..

Damien: If she’s here i wonder who else is.. *walking around* this place is really beautiful

Damien: omg is that... AYE, AYE! Uncle Lennard, AYE its me man!

Uncle Lennard: *sitting on a bench* aw hell, they done let this negro in

Damien: *walks up* aye uncle, man im so glad to see you here

Uncle Lennard: hey Damien... so they let you in huh...

Damien: Yea man, but to be honest i barely got in. Shawty at the gate said that thanks to my blood donation i saved a few hundred people, so it kinda balanced out everything.

Uncle Lennard: well ain’t that bout a bitch

Damien: Huh?

Uncle Lennard: nothin.. it’s nothin nephew.. *stands up* good to see ya.. *walks off*

Damien: Dam what was that about??

Damien: *walking around* i wonder what was up with Unc just now..

*An All White with Gold Trim Cadillac pulls up next to him*

Damien: *looks up* OMG!!! UNCLE CRAIG!!

Uncle Craig: *looks over* aww hell naw, no they didn’t!

Damien: Uncle Craig its me. What up baby!

Uncle Craig: Yea i see you nigga, they just lettin anyone in now huh?

Damien: Whatchu mean?

Uncle Craig: Aye, All Lives Matter i guess huh

Damien: All lives matter…. *Thinks*

Damien: *flashes back to him tweeting all lives matter against black protest*

Damien: *makes a deep gasp*

Uncle Craig: uh huh, you done fucked up big time nephew

Damien: look that was back in the past. i ain’t-

Uncle Craig: and don’t think we ain’t see those post you made talking mess about dark skin women and what happened between you and Lexis

Damien: ooo wait till yo great ancestors see yo ass *skirrrts off* 

Damien:

Damien: *panicking to himself* what the fuck! were they all watching me this whole time…

Damien: *his heart starts to pound fast* no way. no way. no fucking way

Damien: If Uncle Craig is here… then the chances of  Aunt Pam being here is-

*A Bright Light crashes down leaving behind The Young Girl from before and Aunt Pam*

The Young Girl: Mmhmm there he is Aunt Pam *points at Damien*

Aunt Pam: You got alot of God damn nerve showing up here! *marches towards Damien*

Damien: Look Aunt Pam i-

Aunt Pam:

Damien: *stumbles back, holding his cheek in shock* that.. really hurt.. alot? 

Aunt Pam: GOOD! it was suppose to and i got more where that comes from! *goes to throw a punch at Damien*

*A Young Man Grabs Pams arm and pulls her back*

Young Man: CHILL! This isn’t worth anything!

Aunt Pam: *struggling and jerking around to get free* THE HELL IT IS!!

Aunt Pam: 15 years Damien! 15 years i watched over your trifling disrespectful ass going around hurting whoever and doing whatever you wanted hoping that you’d change one day

Aunt Pam: But after seeing what you did to your Wife and Daughter and the trauma you left behind damaging a whole generation to come. i refused to watch over you for a second more!! 

Aunt Pam: LET GO OF ME GOD DAMMIT!

Young Man: *lets go of Pam*

Aunt Pam: You embarrassed me and this whole family! leaving others to clean up the mess you caused… so many souls lost because of you and you don’t even know it..

Aunt Pam: You should be in Hell just like your Father..

The Young Girl: oh shit..

Damien: *lifts his head up in shock* Huh?…

Aunt Pam: Just looking at you just makes me sick

Damien: *falls on his back*

Young Man: PAM!

Aunt Pam: He’ll be fine, im going back to my zone anyways *A Bright Light crashes down taking Pam away*

Damien: *slowly starts to sit up*

Young Man: *looks at The Young Girl* Can you go check on Pam and make sure she calms down

The Young Girl: Sure it might take a few thousand years but that doesn’t really matter now does it. *A Bright Light crashes down taking The Young Girl away*

Damien: not really feeling like paradise anymore…

Young Man: *looks down at Damien* I think we both know she has a right to be angry

Young Man: How did you even get in here?

Damien: Some dumb Angel said my blood donation saved lives so im here now

Damien: But to be honest if this is what i have to expect for an eternity, then i think i was better off in Hell

Young Man: *looks at Damien’s foot* Keep talking like that and you just might find yourself there

Damien: what are you talking abou- *Damien sees that his foot is starting to deteriorate just like in his judgement room*

Damien: HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!!

Young Man: Relax you still got time.. but you’re only going to stay in Heaven if you belong in Heaven.

Young Man: So that means me and you are going to have to talk

Damien: Who the hell are you anyways!!

Young Man: *leans over and sticks his hand out to Damien* Hi my name is Chris and i’m your grandson.

THE END OF CHAPTER 2

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[parabataisarah]

BOOK 2, CHAPTER 10

Masterlist here.

Reactions under the ‘Keep Reading’ cut.

- ‘You look down to see powerful arms wrapped around you. You’re spooning with Sean, who’s still asleep. He holds you close, protective.’ I know I’ve said this a lot, but… I’m soft?

- ‘Aleister sleeps on the hardwood floor beside a bed of pillows he made for Grace.’ AWWWH!

- Zahra’s Tough Choice is about coffee? Lmaooo 😂

- I’m getting some of that dirty bean water! I have a 73% chance of this working and I like those odds, so I’m gonna do it!

- Awh, Zahra saved some coffee just for me? I feel special!

- M’kay, gimme a weapon with infinite ammo and let me go ham on all these guys. I’ll have them done and be back in time for lunch.

- ‘He looks directly at you.’ “But I ain’t gonna let them hurt you. I swear it. I swear it on everything.” …Mar, I’ve truly fallen in love with Jake’s character… Send help to me, please.

- Lmao, of course MC finds the spa.

- Let’s go talk to Michelle, let Diego and Varyyn have their time.

- Michelle “gifting” MC a pot of skin care stuff? I love her.

- Woah, Estela’s mother worked for Rourke?

- Awh, no, not at all! Estela is not being stupid by wanting to find the room her mother was in while she worked there. Sure, Rourke might’ve thrown stuff out and cleaned the place, but there’s a chance she could feel her mother there, or feel closer to her mother. I honestly say go for it.

- Of course Craig and Zahra find a gaming system 😂

- Whose family was in the newspaper clipping???

- ‘Friendship Up! Zahra is now friends with you!’ MY LIL’ HACKER BBY!

- ‘Friendship Up! Craig is now friends with you!’ YES BITCH!

- Now it’s just Aleister and IRIS to get to friend level!

- I’ve said it before, and I’m gonna say it again - Please let Craig and Zahra end up together!

- KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!

- Sorry lmao, no, wait, I’m not, I like them together!

- AHHH!

- “Just tell me you aren’t playing strip poker.” “Without you? Never.” SEAN GAYLE, YOU STOP THAT!

- “Good lord, get a room already.” THAT’S WHAT I SAID IN BOOK 1 ALEISTER!

- “Dude. Dudettes. Dudelings. Doodlejumps.” RAJ YOU ARE A TREASURE AND NEED TO BE PROTECTED!

- Shit, it’s New Year’s Eve already?

- Holy hell, Michelle’s birthday is December 31st? One of my cousin’s birthdays is that day too!

- “Also, MC’s birthday starts at midnight!” Oh shit, it’s MC’s birthday too? Well hey, she shares the same birthday month as me!

- Ooof, Sean looks g o o d in a suit, y’all.

- Quinn’s blue dress looks s t u n n i n g!

- Damn, Jake looks g o o d in a suit too!

- Estela! Sparkly dress! She’s too beautiful! Ahhh!

- Damn, MC’s dress looks hot as all hell!

- We brought the dress because… how could I not?

- I loved that little “compliment” section you get if you buy the dress. 😂

- I don’t know why, but ever since I played TRR, when I come across the choice that lets me pick what I drink, I always pick whiskey… Is it an homage to Drake? Is it my own weird way of picking on him? Who knows? Because I certainly don’t! If it wasn’t obvious, I picked the whiskey.

- I’m gonna say that the New Year is an excuse to party, because I threw out resolutions a long time ago and I’ve never been in a relationship, so I don’t see the appeal of kissing at the countdown, and we don’t really party unless we’re at my cousins, so.

- I’m gonna say that my resolution is to hold onto what matters because you truly never know when it could go.

- Me @ my memory “Please don’t fail me on remembering the birthdays!”

- I DID IT! Oh sweet mercy, I did it!

- WAIT WHAT?! HOW AM I HAVING A VISION BY TOUCHING LILA? IS SHE A GODDAMN IDOL?!?

- OH! IT WAS LILA’S FAMILY IN THE CAR CRASH!

- LILA I SWEAR TO HIGH HEAVENS IF YOU DID SOMETHING TO US…

- “Well I’ve always said I’m cold-blooded!” L I L A HONEY!

- Nope, Raj and Craig, I love the two of you, but do not use flares. You will draw the soldiers to us!

- Let’s spend midnight with lover boy!

- VARYYN JUST ASKED IF HE COULD KISS DIEGO! AHHHHH!

- AHHHHH MY BABIES!!!

- I JUST MADE AN AUDIBLE HIGH PITCHED GASP BECAUSE ZAHRA JUST KISSED CRAIG!!!! YES MY OTP!

- Oooof, the full body images of them in their NYE outfits… Gorgeous!

- PFFFT! “What’s up? Something wrong?” “Yes. Something is very wrong. You and I are not naked.” MC DEAR LORD! 😂

- Why is your first instinct to open a drawer, Sean?

- THESE TWO ARE SO ADORABLE I AM CRYING

- I… I uh… Need a moment. Hot damn 😂 They’ve only just started the *wink wink* and I swear 😂 The Damien Scene Writers wrote this scene 😂😂

- It’s almost 1am… PB don’t be doing this to me.

- Also, what a way to start the year!

- We’re going into her mother’s room. Let’s do this!

- “You’re with me?” HELL YEAH I AM!

- Let’s see what’s on this hidden camera!

- I don’t know if I trust Lila…. This scene with Estela’s mum is iffy.

- LILA WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?

- I’m voting her off the island and that’s a FACT!

- WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!?!?!?

- I mean, I’m all for Estela getting her revenge against Lila, but the second I saw her name pop up on screen, my mind was like “LILA RUN!”

- Shit is about to go d o w n.

BONUS SCENE

- Aye, we’re back with Yvonne!

- “Such a pity they are all dead.” Honey, think again!

- What’s The Endless doing here?

- I’m assuming the 12 pedestals are for the twelve idols?

- So I assume Yvonne is going to join our merry group again?

- Oh, now we’re going back to six months ago?

- Wait, Lila stayed???

- So was it Lila who was coming and going from the hotel trying to figure out Rourke’s password and shit?

- Well damn.

- So Lila discovered the door that lead to Rourke’s “mancave”

- Wait, how come IRIS didn’t tell us that Lila had stayed behind??

- She has romantic feelings for Rourke, doesn’t she?

- Well fudge. Lila’s a badass, but a betrayer.

- One word… AHHHHH!

#playchoices #endless summer #es #choices es #sarah's liveblog

[acultforteenswithtrauma]

OK so I just got done watching episodes four, five, and six of young justice season three and here are some of my thoughts

Damien and Jason are HERE! I’m not ready! I’m NOT okay! But I’m here for it!

When Dick started quoting Bruce from the pilot, I was SHOOK!

All the references to Wally. I’M NOT OKAY! I repeat I. AM. NOT. OKAY!

We went into M’gann’s mind and Wally appeared beside Artimis! I had to pause it and take like a five minute breather! I am not okay!

When Halo said she wanted to fix the Brion....I’m dead😂

Daddy Harper!!! I did not ask for him, but oh how glad I am that I have him! I love him! I stan! And I need more!

DickBabs!!! Repeat DickBabs is here! It’s real! And it’s thriving! I love it! And I need more...like now!!!! Give me!!!

Zatanna and Zatara are so cute! I’m not okay!

Why isn’t Dick acknowledging Barbara in these episodes?! Like what is going on?! I need to know and I need to know now!!! I’m not okay!

13, Halo, and Forager are precious little beans and we need to protect them at all costs!!!!!!

I love Bart so much!!!!!!

I love Jaime so much!!!!

I love Blue Impulse and I need more!!!!

Dick complaining about hating being an adult is the biggest fucking mood, I swear!!!!!!

Lian. is. so. cute! I love her and if anything happens to her......I’m not okay.

Artemis refusing to talk to anyone until she has her coffee is the biggest fucking mood!!!!!!

I love how well-adjusted Superboy is now!!!!!! Like I stan character growth!!!!! Yes!!!!!!

I loved literally everything about episode four it was so cute! So funny! I stan!!!!!!

When M’gann shapeshifts extra pair of arms just so she can hold all of Forager’s hands!!!! Like oh my god yes!!!!! She get it!!!! I love it!!!! (say it with me...) I’m not okay!!!!

When Dick called Will “Wally”. .......I’m not ofuckingkay!!!!!

Dick refusing to be on a team and get close to people again because he‘s afraid of losing anyone else!!!!! Like baby, honey, no. No! It gonna be okay! Oh my god I just want to hug him!!! Somebody hug him!!!!!!

Dick missing Wally!!!!! Somebody fucking hug this man!!!!! God damnit!!!!

Honestly I’m ready to see Artemis and Barry be seriously torn up about Wally like I’m here...I’m waiting....where is it?!

Also I’m ready to see Barry’s kids!!! Where are they!!!!

Artemis excepting Halo’s hijab without question is honestly everything!!!!!!

The Bowhunter Security squad is everything and I need to see more of them!!!! Like can you say Spinofff!!!!

Jim yelling “but I’m prettier” in response to Will saying he’s older than him is actually everything!!!! I stan the Haper boys!!!!!

Will yelling “to the SUV” like jesus fucking Christ can he be any more of a dad?!😂 I love it!!!!!

I stan Artemis being a mom to literally all of her friends (But especially Halo) so fucking hard!!!!!

The fact that Brion and Forager are basically Connor and M’gann‘s kids is everything!!!!

The fact that Artemis has basically just adopted Halo!!!! I stan!!!!! Like...yes...that is exactly what I didn’t know I needed!!!!

Why is Wolf sleeping so much?! Is he okay?! How long is his life spanned?! I swear to god if they killed Wolf.....I’m not okay!!!!

Will and Dick informing Brick that they were “in the middle of a thing” as they stand on top of a speeding truck....on a cliff....in the middle of a mission.....I can’t. smh😂

“the clipboard never lies”

Halo and apples!!!

Honestly can we have an entire episode that’s just halo talking to different people about apples?! Because I’d honestly watch the shit out of that?!

The fact that young justice is open here giving us the entire fucking BatFam!!! Like yes!!! Thank you!!!! More please!!!!

Halo and Brion’s friendship

Halo asking “Am i broke to now” and Brion screaming “EXCUSE ME” at the top of his lungs!!! I’m dead!! smh

Still waiting for y’all to get on that “jk Wally ain’t dead” arc....anytime now (imnotokay)

That anti-Quraci lady can go die in a hole for she dare hurt my precious Halo bean and so doth she does deserve!!!

Oh my fucking God Tara is Terra!!!! Like that Terra!!! Holy Fucking Shit!!!! I’m done.

Talia is officially in the show y’all, so all I need now is for them to introduce Selina and then for me to get at least one scene with Selina and Bruce versus Talia. Like yes please!!!!

I don’t stan the whitewashing of Talia!!! Fix that shit!!!

Can we all please acknowledge the fact that in M’gann’s mind Dick is still 13?! I love that!! That is so cute!

The parallels between season one Kauldr Wally and dick starting their own team and Brion, Forager and Halo starting their own team is everything!!!! A+

I fucking stan Will Haper’s petty ass!!!😂

Yo M’gann’s little ass brother can go fuck right off!!! He a stupid bitch and I do not stan!!!

Can we all just take a moment here and appreciate the absolute beauty that is Artemis and Zatanna’s relationship?! I fucking STAN women supporting women!!!

Calling it now “Goode” is Granny Goodness y’all

Okay this is all I could think of for now. Inma go re-watch the episodes. I might be back, but feel free to add your own!

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

The Pit or Talking and Punching

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @stupidbluegirl @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst

This Passage Contains Potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and smutty content.

Summary: Damien makes Kirby pursue Roddy through making promos on him.

Kirby's POV:

The week went by quite quickly, when I woke up on Saturday I heard Rod going over things that he would say in a promo.

"Morning, Rod."

"Oh, well Good morning, beautiful."

"What are ya doing?"

"Going over my introduction to Piper's Pit, I'm filming it later so I thought I'd go over it now."

"Wait, you have your own interview segment?"

"Yeah. Honey, do you mind if I embellish facts a little?"

"It depends on what you say, but I see no harm in it."

"Thanks baby. C'mere sweetheart."

He walked over to me, straddling my lap and leaning down into a passionate kiss, pulling away when air became a necessity.

"Kirby?"

"Yes, Rod."

"I want you to come watch the interview later."

"I'll come with you if you want."

"Let's go get coffee, or breakfast," Rod got back up and helped me to my feet, "Holy shit."

"What?"

"Even when you've just woken up, ya so fucking beautiful."

"Thank you, you sexy little Scottish warrior."

"You Welsh rose, c'mere."

He pulled me down into a kiss, biting my lower lip and backing me against the wall, before we both realised what we were doing and sorting ourselves out.

"Sorry, I got a bit carried away."

"Don't worry, Kirbs, I got a bit hot there too."

I did my morning routine and followed Roddy to the D200, we stopped and grabbed some coffee before continuing to the taping. I saw Damien and he managed to talk me into cutting a promo on Piper.

"Rodz wasn't enough to stop me. Next Monday I will prove, in Edison, New Jersey that S.D Jones isn't enough to stop me. After that I'll be making my way towards the one person who needs to put their money where their mouth is. PIPER!" I took an exaggerated breath in, "Piper, you said that if I want a challenge than you'll be happy to oblige and I know that you have the guts to back it up, but do you have the STRATEGY or LOGIC to prove yourself better than ME! I DON'T CARE IF YOU SEND SCHULTZ OR ORNDORFF IN BEFORE YOU!" I took another breath in before whispering into the mic, "Just know that I'll be waiting Piper, waiting and watching from the shadows. If I have to destroy every other man or giant in the WWF before I get to you, I will Piper. Trust in me, that I will consume your soul and make you just another carcass lying broken and defeated on the mat, your blood will be mine."

I went up to Damien after doing the promo and he asked if I wanted to do another prom after my match and I agreed. Sunday went by as did most of Monday, including my match against S.D Jones, which I won after hitting him with the Cheshire Grin. I headed backstage before I was put in front of cameras and handed a microphone by Gene who quickly stepped away.

"I told you, Piper. I told you. Rodz, no challenge. S.D Jones, no challenge. Put your money where your big, loud mouth is boyo. PROVE TO THE WORLD THAT YOU ARE A MAN AND NOT A BOY, PIPER!" I took a deep breath in and got closer to the camera and mic to whisper the next line, "Prove to me that you are no coward," I backed off slightly, "Prove IT! NEXT FRIDAY, BINGHAMTON, NEW YORK! I FACE GEORGE 'THE ANIMAL' STEELE!" I went back to whispering, "Steele, you may be an animal, but you are no match for a hellhound. I will rend you limb from limb. I will have your blood and I will eat you alive."

Another week went by and on the Friday I won against Steele and had to do another promo on who my next 'victim' will be to intimidate Piper into hopefully making a promo to combat my efforts, seeing as the last two threats went unanswered.

"Another week, another victim, Piper, and still no answer. I DON'T DO THIS OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY HEART! I thought I had made that clear enough, boyo. I know what you're gonna do now, you're gonna go talk to your friends, Orndorff and Schultz and you're gonna get somebody to protect you, maybe Big John Studd, perhaps? Hmm? A giant to protect you against a giantess, seems almost poetic to me. PIPER! I CALL YOU OUT AS YOU HAVEN'T REPLIED TO MY THREATS YET! But I know you've heard them. I know because I hear you talking to Schultz and Orndorff. This Tuesday, Allentown, Pennsylvania. Me vs Steve Lombardi. Good luck Mr Lombardi, try not to bleed to death."

Yet again another weekend came and went with Piper doing two different Pit tapings. I won against Lombardi and did another promo on Piper. I was given a rose with the thorns cut off to make sure I didn't prick myself during the promo.

"Valentine's Day. The perfect day to eat the heart of your mortal enemy. PIPER! Oh Piper, do you know what I'd like to do to you. I'd like to meet you, face to face and then RIP YOUR HEART OUT OF YOUR CHEST AND WATCH AS IT BEATS IN MY HANDS! I jest, I kid, I know that a man of your heritage must have a hard time getting American women to fall at your feet and beg to see what's under the kilt. Tomorrow, I will be hunting you down and only you until you answer my call to action. Anyone who gets in my way is just another feast of the flesh to wet my appetite for your blood. Talk is so cheap when it comes out of the mouth of a man like you."

I went back to the hotel that night alone, Piper was out with Schultz and Orndorff. Opening the door I saw the bouquet of orange flowers and the box of chocolates next to the pink Valentine's day card covered in black hearts. 'Forever & Always I will love you. Roddy.' He's such a charmer.

"Do ya like it."

I gasped, clutching the card to my chest and spinning around to face him.

"I thought you were with the boys."

"Like I'd miss the chance to spend Valentine's day with my baby."

He pulled me into a kiss, passionate and slow, curving his left hand against my cheek and his right hand against the outside of my thigh. I leant into the kiss, biting his lower lip and holding his jaw in my hands.

"I'm sorry about the promos."

"It's fine baby, just be with me right now, alright."

"Alright."

I leant back into the kiss as Rod started backing me towards the closed bathroom door, kissing me and slipping his tongue into my mouth before shifting his focus to kissing my neck and nipping at my flesh. The rest of the night was a blur of passionate romance.

When I woke up the next morning, Rod's body was on top of mine and I could feel his flesh pressed against mine, both of us completely nude.

"Roddy." I whispered, trying to wake him

He stirred with a 'hmm' and eventually rolled off of me, getting up and going to the shower. As he showered I did my usual morning routine.

"Kirby?"

"Yes, Rod."

"I'm gonna start looking for a place to call our own, do you have anything ya want."

He got out of the shower and dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and his arms around mine, pulling me towards him, flesh to flesh, chest to bosom, his shorter frame allowing him to nip at my collarbones with small kisses, making sure to leave his mark.

"Some place away from people, but not too far away. Enough rooms for a big family, be that kids or if friends stay over. The potential for I dunno, a pool or an outdoor or indoor gym."

Rod managed to push me backwards out of the room and towards the double bed, pushing me down and walking off to get dressed.

"One of the rooms has to be a nursery of course." I mumbled out, just loud enough for him to hear.

He stopped midway through putting on his sporran, his back still turned to me.

"You mention kids once more and I'm marrying ya and putting a baby in ya. One more mention of children lass."

I decided to tease him, "Alright. Children. Toddlers. Babies. Pacifiers. Strollers," I could tell he was getting irritated and knowing that Rod could go off the deep end at any moment I stupidly continued, "Rod, I am the youngest of my cousins. I was three when my parents married. I went to all my cousins weddings. I was there when every one of them with kids had their first child. Do you think I like being alone forever? Roddy Piper, turn around and talk to me. I feel like a fucking outcast to my own family because I am alone, the tallest and the youngest but I am the only one who left their homeland to pursue a career. Roderick would you just fucking face me and tell me I'm not just a human sex toy to y-"

He cut me off with a rough but incredibly passionate kiss, pushing me against the wall next to the hotel room door, raising my left leg with his right hand and intertwining his left with my long, blonde hair. He managed to slip his tongue into my mouth and grinding his groin against mine, almost hungrily, grunting and growling like an animal, tears soon pricking the corners of his eyes as he pulled away.

"Fuck," He kicked his suitcase along the floor, "I can't take this, I can't take knowing that I make you feel so bad every time I wanna have sex with you. I want to be with you because I love you, I don't want to lose you or walk away from us but, I don't want to hurt you."

"Rod, my Mam gave me something to give to you," I walked over to my suitcase, grabbing a tiny black box and approaching him.

"What's that?"

"A silver ring." I admitted, blushing heavily

"A wedding band? Are you proposing to me?"

"No…"

"I'm never gonna remove this and you know this," He said, putting it on his left ring finger.

"I mean, ya don't have to wear it if ya don't want to." I sheepishly replied, covering my face with my left hand.

"You are bright red right now, Kirbs. Ya so fucking cute, c'mere," He pulled me down onto his lap, gently placing a kiss on my lips, "I would say that, this ring means we're engaged."

"Rod, ya don't have to-"

He cut me off with another kiss, "I'm only suggesting it, I've still gotta propose to you to make sure we ain't leaving each other, ya dafty."

"Roddy, I'd never leave you."

"Kirby, I'm still gonna propose to ya, ya not stopping me from doing it."

We split, with Rod going off to work and me stopping by to make another promo on the Rowdy one.

"Piper, I extend to you the potential to cut a deal here, boyo. If you manage Studd, I will revoke this offer, BUT, I OFFER YOU, PIPER, I offer you this one deal right here and now, I have heard what you say about me when the cameras aren't rolling, how would you like to make those words mean something? PIPER! I offer you A once in a lifetime deal. JUST for you and ONLY YOU! I offer you the chance to unmask the giantess, yes, you AND ONLY YOU, PIPER, will be allowed to remove my mask but only if I am allowed to mend whatever bridge I burnt when I called your talk cheap. I was wrong, you are smart, Piper, but put your money where your mouth is and answer me. Do you wish to take my deal, yes or no?"

By the end of the month I had seen less and less of Rod, every night he would call me and tell me he was 'sorting things out' and to 'wait and see'. We would travel together from show to show, usually with me driving and Rod sleeping next to me, until the night of the twenty-sixth of the February, Piper made us take a red eye flight out to Salem Oregon. We ended up sleeping in a motel that night. Piper woke me up at six in the morning.

"Honey, I need to tell ya something."

"Something good or something bad?"

"That depends," he chucked a pamphlet of some sort over to me, "What do you think of Oregon?"

"It's nice, quaint and quiet, very square buildings though."

"It's nice, quaint and quiet, very square buildings though."

"So ya like it."

I mumbled out a 'yeah' as I looked over the pamphlet, 'Welcome to Salem', judging by the contents of it, Rod wasn't just looking for us to spend a day's holiday here.

"Kirby?"

"Yes, my love."

"You wouldn't mind moving here, would ya?"

I stopped momentarily, locking eyes with the mad Scottish brute and realised he wasn't joking.

"I love you," The words escaped my lips, my excitement to much to contain, "Oh my God, Rod you're the best person in the universe, When do we move in and where's the house?"

"You said you wanted away from people, I got us a small place off the beaten track, I've already looked around it and paid for it, we've just gotta go get the keys from the previous owners and the house is ours."

END OF THE PIT or TALKING AND PUNCHING

#wrestling fic #Lucifarians

[written-stone]

Who killed Markiplier?

(Chapter 2 part 1)

“WHO DID THIS?!” Detective Douche yelled, aggressively pointing at the outline on the point. “It certainly wasn’t me. No, no.” He scoffs, resting his hands on his hips. “Somebody, NOT ME,” He states. Laith raises an eyebrow, but remains quiet. “Must have moved it between the time I was the last person alone with the body in the room and then stepped out for a few minutes to take care of some personal business that you don’t need to know about. Could have been anybody… except me,” Detective Douche ranted. Laith was half-ass listening to him. Something was wrong and as far as Laith knows, bodies don’t just disappear out of thin air.

“What the hell happened here?” The butler exclaim as he walked in. He seemed to be less… upset.

“The body’s been moved,” Detective Douche explained.

“On its own?” Laith mentally face palmed. Don’t quit your day job Benjamin. 

“No, of course not. Unless it did, in which case we’ve got way bigger problems than a simple murder.”

”What the hell happened here?” The chef joined the gathering in the room.

”The body’s moved.” The butler told him.

”On its own?” Laith was done with everyone in the room.

”We haven’t quite ruled that out just yet, but let’s not forget we’ve got a murderer.” Lightning struck outside again. Laith frowned. He had just been outside with Damien and the sky was perfectly fine. Something was off.

”Bully!” A voice exclaimed from behind him. Laith whipped around, coming almost nose to nose with the Colonel, who grinned at Laith’s startled face. “Quite a storm out there, eh chaps? What are you doing huddled here in fear?” He ducked under the tape.

”We have a zombie problem.” Seriously!

”Ah! Homonecrosis,” The Colonel said dramaticly as he got up in everyone’s face. “The most dangerous game,” He shot Laith wink. “Well, if someone needs to put the old lad down again, I’m well up for the privilege.” Detective Douche narrowed his eyes at the Colonel, as the butler and chef’s eyes widened in fear. Laith scoffed.

“If it is zombies, you three don’t have anything to worry about,” Laith gestured to detective douche, the butler and the chef, “They usually go for the brains,” Laith winked at them, a smirk growing on his face when he heard a snort from the Colonel. 

Detective douche, either didn’t get Laith’s insult or just ignore it, and continued to interrogate the Colonel.  “What do you mean by again, and what do you mean by privilege?”

”I’m just saying, I’ve got plenty of… experience.”

”So do I,” Everyone backed away from the chef in fear at his comment.

”Yeah, that just raises more questions,” Detective douche sassed.

”Well, I’m off to the grounds to see if I can catch a whiff of the old bag of bones, eh?”

”Weren’t you and Mark the same age?” The butler questions as the Colonel laughs maniacally, coughing at the end as he heads outside. 

Detective looked back at Laith.”Alright, I don’t trust him. Then again, I don’t trust anyone,” He shrugged as the butler and chef raised their hands in surrender. He turned back to them, using a commanding voice. “Alright, lock this place down. Secure the front gate.”

”Locks won’t keep people from getting out, sir,” The butler pointed out.

”Locks won’t, but Chef will.” The chef fixed his coat and stalked off back to kitchen. To be honest, Laith was little scared of him.

“Look, you’re a real smart son of a bitch. Handsome too, beautiful even,” Detective douche addressed the butler, wiggling his fingers near his face at the beautiful part. The butler seemed to flinch back, “BUT we don’t have time for this. I think we forgot the most important question of all during our arousing game of whodunnit. Why?” He pointed at Laith, “Why?” And pointed at the butler. “Come walk with me.” He jerked his head for Laith follow, leaving the butler to question his life choices in the sitting room. “Why did he invited us all here? Why tonight? He said we were celebrating something, but he never specified what. It’s almost as if this whole shindig of a hootenanny was just a ruse. Mark was my friend- had been for years, then he went quiet. I knew something was wrong, I just never figured out what. Now I guess I never will.” The two stopped in the hallway. Detective douche started to show signs that he wasn’t as “hardcore” as he made himself out to be. “Look, I’m gonna level with you. You’re my new partner. I’ve been working with them for years.” They started walking again. “Now I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I know something is wrong. There is a murderer-” Another lightning strike. “-here amongst us, and we need to find it, and you look trustworthy enough. I know we just met, but I am an excellent judge of character. Excellent like a fox.” Not quite the animal Laith would use.

“Thanks?”

Detective douche nods as they continue walking. Laith was still trying wrap his brain around what happening. Everything just seem to blur together, giving him a headache. Detective douche suddenly stops, making Laih almost crash into him. He points at Laith. “You don’t look like you have any reason to kill him, and if you do…” Detective douche laughs, confusing Laith. Was he suppose be insulted by that? “Best to keep your enemies close, eh? Wink wink,” Laith gave him a dry look as he physical said wink wink and ampted to wink at the same time.“So the real question we should be asking is: who stood to gain the most from Mark’s death? Now, in my thorough analysis of the corpse’s anal cavity, I discovered that in addition to being stabbed 37 times, he was also poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, and shot. In that order,” Laith’s eye went wide. Holy shit!

“I didn’t see any blood though?”

“I’m a detective, not medical examiner. There’s a lot of things going on that I couldn’t explain if I even tried,” Detective douche shrugged, continuing his rant. “Now if you ask me, that’s a lot of trouble to go through to knock off one guy and it sure as shit is no accident. No. No, my friend. There’s gonna be no simple candlestick in the library solution to this whole puzzle. So, we’re gonna have to do the detectively thing and go through the victim’s most private and personal possessions.” He stopped at door, Laith guessed it was Mark’s room. “Well, after you.” 

Laith rolled his eyes and stepped in, revealing the room to be in utter chaos. The sheets had been torn off the bed and the pillows were thrown around the room. Piles of clothes lay everywhere and it looked like everything on the lockes and chest-of-draws had been shoved off onto the floor. Laith knew Mark has been a very organized person, but this- this wasn’t like him at all.

“Oh. It looks rough, but I don’t think he was killed here. Take a look around and see if you find anything, but BE CAREFUL. I’ve lost three partners before to bedroom booby traps.” Right…

“Make sure you don’t tamper with any evidence. Let me know if you find anything.” Laith navigates his way over to a table, muttering “fuck you” at Detective douche. He found four photographs. The first one showed Damien, Mark and the Colonel laughing and smiling. The second one showed Damien and the Colonel frowning as Mark stood with a woman, grinning at each other. The third one just had Mark and Damien, with no Colonel or the woman. However, it was the fourth one that caught Laith’s eye. It was just the Colonel on his own. He turned to Detective douche holding up the picture. ”You find a clue?”

Laith nods and looks at the picture. While the others were in pristine condition, this one was cracked and missing glass. He puts in down, revealing the Colonel behind it, standing in the pose as the picture. “You’re quite on the case, aren’t you?” 

“Holy shit! Stop doing that!” He ignores Laith, but a flash of amusement flashes in his eyes. Laith huffs pushing his glass back up. 

“Say, detective, may I borrow your friend here?” He asked, still staring at Laith. Laith looked at the detective, begging him with his eyes. It didn’t work. 

“Yeah, sure. Don’t worry partner, I’ll handle it from here.” Detective douche stated, pointing at Laith with… underwear? The Colonel grinned under the hairy molly, he called a mustache.

”Bully.” 

@the-asexual-reaper @pleaseletthisjimbetaken 

#wkm #who killed markipler #mayor damien #markipler #the colonel