From the “Childhood Friends” AU. Michael comes to Crystal Lake as part of a program for young troubled kids (pre-family murder). Jason is assigned as his mentor for the summer. As shenanigans ensue, the two become inseparable friends and fall innocently in love with each other.
I have a lot of pictures and a fic planned for this AU so keep a look out for more of it under the #onecoldsummer tag on my blog.
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Valentine’s Day Ficlet - The Roses Have to be Red
crystalshard said: Cherik, painting the roses red. (Yes, it’s that reference to chess queens and playing cards. Take it in whichever direction you please, because there are too many options for me to pick one and anything you write will be amazing.)
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“Um, what you doin’ there, Erik?”
What he’s doing is making a mess of the Valentine’s Day card he’s been working on all morning, and quickly running out of time. Miss MacTaggert says they’re going to stop doing crafts at lunch time, and spend the rest of the afternoon on reading and math. They don’t do the card exchange until just before bell rings at the end of the day, so if he’s not done soon he’ll have to live with the shame of creating something substandard.
(He learned that word, ‘substandard’, from Uncle Daniel when he was complaining about the plumber’s work in his kitchen.)
“I ran out of red construction paper! I can’t put white roses on my card, Az, it has to be red!”
Azazel tilts his head and looks at his card with a critical eye.
“Why did you do some in marker and some in pencil crayon? It looks unbalanced.”
“I know.” Erik is close to tearing his hair out (he is not going to cry – because he’s in Grade One and first graders don’t cry when they’re upset) and he doesn’t need Az’s unhelpful input. “I tried paint first, but it was too wet and it made a big mess! Then I switched to marker but Sebastian took all the other reds and left me with just one and it ran out!”
Azazel snorts. “Emma doesn’t even like red. You guys should just trade cards. You can give his red one to Charles and he can give your white one to Emma.”
“I am not giving Charles a card made by Sebastian Shaw,” Erik says with gritted teeth. “He’s my nemesis! What if Charles thinks Sebastian likes him? What if Sebastian asks him to be boyfriends? It’s my worst nightmare, Az! I’d have to ask Mama to move, I couldn’t live—"
He’s so worked up that he nearly misses the soft voice piping up behind him, “Hi Erik. Hi Azazel.”
“Hey Charles,” Az says, giving his angel – his! – a great big smile. “How’s it going?”
“Good. I finished my Valentines so I’m helping Miss MacTaggert with clean-up,” Charles says, and he’s just so pretty, with his perfect hair and big blue eyes and Erik’s card is such a mess and oh my god he wants sink into the ground and disappear— “That’s a lovely card, Erik. I think it’s really cool, using different instruments for contrast.”
Erik blinks. “Really? You like it?”
Charles cheeks flush pink, and Erik thinks it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. “Yes, it’s a work of art! Whoever you’re making it for is going to be really happy.”
Then Charles winks at him, before turning back and heading over to Miss MacTaggert’s desk. Erik looks down at his card and looks up at Az, who is trying very hard not to laugh.
Erik doesn’t care what Azazel thinks; he’s going to marry Charles Xavier someday.
“I’m going to marry Charles Xavier someday,” he says, and goes back to coloring his very excellent card.
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Alternative kidnapping scenario idea aka a de-aged meet-ugly
Eddie's father accidentally steals a car with a kid inside. He thinks it's a great ransom opportinity and while he waits for the parents to get back to him, he orders his son to keep an eye on the boy.
Eddie feels big, feels trusted with an Importand Adult Thing.
So he puffs his chest and looks at the dumb rich kid in front of him, with his dumb fancy hairdo.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Steve," the boy huffs, crossing his arms. "You're a kid too, you know?"
Eddie snorts.
"I know the world better than you, though. I'm Eddie," he introduces himself. "Your guard for the night. Or however long your folks will take to pay us."
Steve winces at the thought. He might as well make himself comfortable in the other boy's tiny room.
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Feral ADA’s vs SVU Detectives
[Round 3]
Alex: “I don’t work for you, you work for me at my discretion!”
Casey: “And this is my case, and I don’t answer to you.”
Their Legacy ⬇️
Atlas Cabot-Novak: “Don’t talk to me like I don’t care, about the victims I do! I have given my life to helping people. My mother was shot doing her job, she spent three year in Witness Protection and my other mom was attacked in her office and censured, I apologise I’m not willing to stick my neck on the chopping block because you can’t get me the evidence that I need. You want me to do my fucking job?! Do yours!”
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