#and I’m a god damn Russian lit student

[dizzydancingdreamer]

*Dizzy goes into crisis mode*

#he just graduated #he has a career #at one of the top chem eng companies in the country #he’s a god damn scientist #and I’m a god damn Russian lit student #who doesn’t even know what she wants to be #and he’s gonna forget me #and I’m scared #and I’m also proud #like you go gator boy #but also like #take me with you #please #don’t fucking forget me you dick #dizzy is going a tad crazy

[vanilla-vivillon]

Happy Wesper Week! We are doing a Wylan POV because I can’t write charm at all. This is a modern AU bachelor party. The grisha powers exist but everything else is made into there real life equivalent

TW very brief mentions of sex trafficking.

What am I doing here? Wylan thought to himself

When his boyfriend Jesper insisted on throwing there good friend Matthias a bachelor party Wylan thought maybe they would go to a nice bar or play some party games

Not get crazy drunk, Not set fire to the Dutch Garden, not get chased by cops, not perform a gas station heist and not catch one of his best friends making out with a gas station cashier

However it seemed the universe didn’t care for the thoughts of little ole Wylan Hendricks

“Let’s get this party started!” The Australian yelled

Wylan had to remindhimself he loved his boyfriend Jesper

“Can you not shout?” Matthias, the groom to be, begged

Wylan, Jesper, and there friends Kaz and Kuwei were throwing a bachelor party for Matthias

It took a lot to convince the Norwegian that this was indeed a great idea

Wylan had never been to a bachelor party before but he was excited for his boyfriend who adored them

“Do we really have to go to this bar Jesper?” Kaz groaned seeing the crazy bright neon sign

After years of knowing Kaz Brekker Wylan could tell that Kaz was cursing Inej for telling him to come

Nevertheless the boys all walk in and start ordering shots

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” The boys chanted egging on Kaz and Matthias drinking contest

Well it was mostly Jesper and Kuwei chanting Wylan after having a couple drinks was staring at the twinkle in Jespers eyes

He really was beautiful Wylan thought to himself

Wylan attended the University of Amsterdam to mostly escape his father.

There he met his lifelong friends

Matthias a grumpy international exchange student who grew up in a very prominent and dangerous cult in Norway. He wants to be a Norwegian ambassador

Nina Zenik, a heartrender turned corpse witch who was actually a russian spy back in the day. Now she’s working to become an ambassador

Inej Ghafa, she started a non profit to help stop sex trafficking whitch takes her all over the World but she used to. be an acrobat and after that worked with Kaz as his spy

Kaz Brekker, someone who Wylan after years of knowing him isn’t quite sure if there truly friends, or the semi illegal activities he gets up to. Wylan thought his hacking days would be done after University but Kaz has built an online criminal empire

Kuwei Yul Bo a scientists apprentice from China. He was currently working on his masters degree along side Wylan.

And Jesper. How to describe Jesper Fahey. He was an exchange student from Australia. A fabricator with a gift with Guns. While Jesper loved his pistols he actually works for a nonprofit dedicated to gun safety and regulation

After a highly illegal heist on there trip to Norway during college they all bonded as a group

Especially Wylan and Jesper

Jesper with that twinkle

Jesper with that laugh

Jesper with the way he looked at him now

After many more drinks Kuwei had the idea of the century

“Yooooooo y’know what’s a good idea?” Kuwei said bringing his head up from where it was previously glued to the table

“More shhhhhhhhhots?” Jesper suggested clearly as drunk as Wylan

“A couple blocks away is The Dutch Garden, wanna see some prrrrrrrrrrretty flowers?”

Fun fact this is a real place in Amsterdam

Wylan turned towards Kaz expecting him to veto it then and there but to Wylans shock and horror Kaz said “Hell yeah”

“But, but, it’s super late it’s gonna be closed!” Matthias spluttered out

“We can sneak in from the back fence” Jesper said

When Jesper drank his Australian accent whitch had soften over the years of living in Amsterdam came through in all of its glory

When Wylan first met Jesper he thought he was completely out of his league

And that damn accent drove Wylan Insane

While Wylan was contemplating the wonder that was Jesper Llewelyn Fahey it seemed the group made a decision without him

And Wylan thought for the first time in this bachelor party

What am I doing here?

“C’mon Wylan just climb!” Kuwei whisper screamed at Wylan

The drunken lads had made it to the Garden and had found an area where there was a fence they could climb with relative ease

All of the others made it to the other side

Except Wylan

“Don’t you want to seeeeeee the flowwwwwwwers?” Kaz insisted

If Wylan needed any more proof he was the soberest man out of all of them Kaz saying the word ‘pretty’ that isn’t referencing Inej was a clear sign

“Baby pleeeeease” Jesper begged

Oh

Oh no

Not that face

Wylan thought of himself as a sensible person who doesn’t succumb to pressure easily

But when his boyfriend made that face

Where his cool grey eyes went big

And his face had a slight flush to it

Wylan

Broke

“Fine! But if we get arrested it’s on you guys!”

With the ease of a spider who’s leg got chopped off by a middle aged housewife who’s husband is cheating on her climbing up a wall Wylan somehow got across

It wasn’t pretty

And it wasn’t gonna make Kaz proud

But it was completed

Panting Wylan on the ground said “I think this is my biggest accomplishment”

“Not…. Putting away your father? Or growing past your Internalised homophobia? Or writing your first essay on your own?” Matthias suggested clearly bewildered

Hey so i know Wylan can’t actually read. But seeing as this is modern day and plenty of dyslexic people can read with help, I figured that Jan would refuse to take Wylan to a doctor or get him help with his dyslexia believing it was weak making Wylan unable to read. Buuuuut when he’s older it makes sense to me he does learn. I’m not trying to invalidate his experiences or “fix” him but for the sake of a modern AU I had to change some things.

“Nope. It’s climbing this fence” Wylan laughed as Jesper helped him up

“Everyday you remind why your my favorite human” Jesper said with a laugh

“Ewwwww it’s like you guys like to remind how I’m the only single one” Kuwei said with a throwing up motion

“Thanks Jesp- wait human?” Wylan asked confused

“Well my favorite thing is Milo of course” Jesper winked

“The- the goat in Russia?” Kaz inquired not quite wanting to believe what Jesper was saying

To Wylans knowledge Kaz, Inej and Jesper did some job in Russia before he ever met them

“Why of course” Jesper slung an arm around Wylan who was not quite sure how to feel about this goat

Kaz went to go look at some purple flowers and contemplate his life choices

“Oh my god guys…….” Matthias started “the flowers! They’re- they’re”

“Cmon Matty, share with the class” Kaz said apparently bored with the purple flowers

“They’re so preeeeeeeetty” Matthias eyes welled up with tears

“Oh Saints tell me he’s not crying” Kuwei Moaned

Jesper walked over to where Matthias was stroking a hydrangea

“They are soooooooo pretty” Jespers eyes also Welled up with tears

“Fuck this shit” Kuwei said taking out a lighter and cigarette

“Hey! Smoking is very bad for you Kuwei!” Wylan lectured

“Wylan. I’m an inferni. Smoking foesnt affect us” Kuwei rolled his golden brown eyes

“Yeah but we’re in a highly flammable garden! And the rest of us aren’t inferni!” Wylan said

It seemed during Kuwei and Wylans arguement Kaz had also joined the cult of flowers that Matthias and Jesper were fixated on

“Wylan stop smoke shaming me!” And the scientists went back and fourth

“KUWEI YOU PIECE OF-“ Wylan started then sniffed the air “is that, is that smoke?” Wylan asked

“Holy shit dudes there’s a fire!” Kaz yelled pointing at where the cigarette Kuwei droppped

It seemed that the cigarette lit fire to a big wall of flowers

“This is why I never wanted a bachelor party!” Matthias moaned

The boys could hear voices coming towards them

Then all of the men looked at each other

And all of them yelled “RUN!”

All of them starting sprinting to the fence

And Kaz with his limp scrambled up that fence the fastest

Guess his determination to not get caught was strong

Wylan started climbing as fast as he could whitch wasn’t very fast

“Cmon Merchling!” Jesper said at the top reaching out a hand to his boyfriend

Wylan took it and stared at the steel eyes that had first enraptured him years ago

“Hey Stop!” Looking back Wylan and Jesper saw three security guards running towards them and yelling at them to stop

Jesper yanked Wylan up and they both fell off the fence in a pile

Jesper took Wylans hand and they all started booking it to Wylan’s car

Wylan who had sobered up in the whole endeavor determined that he was probably sober enough to drive

Piling in they all shoved themselves in the car

Wylan turned on the gas and starte to get the car back on the road

“I can’t believe we ran from cops!” Matthias said in between panting

“That was awesome!” Jesper exclaimed from the passenger seat

Wylan laughed

He had never been a spontaneous person

It seemed this night was a lot more fun then he thought

Until he heard the sirens

From the backseat Kaz turned

And three police cars were zooming towards them

“I am not going down for arson!” Kuwei yelled

“Wylan stop driving like a grandma and go faster! There gaining on us!” Kaz screamed at Wylan

“I can’t there’s a stoplight!”

“Run it!” Jespers shrill voice screamed at him

And Wylan did what he swore to never do

He took a deep breath

And ran that light as fast as he could

They were flying

Wylan had never seen how fast he could make his car go

Turns out it was fast

Wylan used some of his dads money to buy a sports car just to rub it in Jans face

With the top off and blood rushing through Wylans head he had never felt more alive

His boy beside him

His friends behind him

“WOOOOOOOOO!” Kuwei yelled throwing his hands up

Jesper joined Kuwei as the car sped down the street

Matthias was looking a little green

“Matty you okay back there?” Wylan shouted back at the Norwegian

“No!” Matthias shouted over the roar of engine and Jesper and Kuweis yips and yells

Some point during this Kaz called Inej

“Inej I hate thissssss!” Wylan couldn’t hear what Inej said back but from the pieces Kaz gave it was obvious

“No im not drunk!……. Psh of course those aren’t sirens…… Inej we might’ve bended the law but I swear it wasn’t my fault!…….. alright bye. ….I love you to….”

After what seemed like an eternity Wylan finally lost the police

Laughing the Wylan pulled into a gas station for refill

Wylan stepped out of the car and began to refill his car and thought for the millionth time what am I doing here?

“Wylannnnnn” Kuwei moaned

“What Kuwei?” Wylan said already exasperated

“Wylan I’m hungryyyyyy”

“Then go grab some chips or something!”

“But I don’t want to pay for it!”

“Then I guess that sucks for you!”

“You got like a million dollars from stealing me from Norway! You owe me!”

Ghezen Wylan hated drunk people

“Let’s perform a heist on the gas station!” Matthias said apparently done feeling sick

“What? No! We aren’t stealing from the gas station!” Wylan lectured

“It might actually be fuuuuuuun Wy” Kaz begged

The rest of the party were already getting out of the car ignoring Wylans protests

“We will do a simple distract act, Kuwei will go in first and lead the cashier away, and then we go in and steal chips” Kaz explained

It seemed even drunk Kaz could scheme

“This is insane!” Wylan exclaimed

“You said that about rescuing Kuwei from the Norwegian government but that ended up great” Matthias replied

They were gonna do this with or without Wylan

With a sigh Wylan thought what am I doing here?

Kuwei had gone in and had given the single

Wylan had walked in after pretending to look at some sodas and after Kuwei went into the back room with the cashier Wylan sent a quick text to the rest of the guys to come In and get raiding

Like clockwork Matthias, Jesper, and Kaz went in and they started ransacking the place

Wylan was in charge of Sodas, Matthias was in charge of Chips, and Jesper was in charge of Candy

Kaz had the most important job of all

He had to hack into there computers and wipe the security cameras

If Kaz couldn’t do that then Kaz would have to actually hack into the computers from his phone

It almost suprised Wylan how quickly efficiently, and quietly, a bunch of drunk guys could ransack a gas station

Wylan did feel guilty for a moment

But then he remembered how the CEO of the company the gas station is owned by has had multiple sexual misconduct allegations and Wylan felt better

Wylan got all the soda he could carry and rushed back to the car dumping them in the backseat

Soon after Matthias followed then Jesper and a little while after Kaz

Wylan did a quick headcount “wait where’s Kuwei?”

Wylan checked his phone

No texts from him

Shit shit shit

“Someone has to go back in” Kaz said

“I’ll go after him” Wylan said with a sigh

He loved Kuwei like a brother

But like an annoying little brother constantly getting himself in messes

Wylan Walked in and saw the e cashier wasn’t back

Wylan walked through the store and then heard something towards the men’s bathroom

Walking closer to the door the noises were getting a bit louder

Wylan opened the door slamming it against the wall

There stood a wide eyed Chinese kid and from the green uniform Wylan guessed was the cashier

The cashier who was standing between Kuweis legs. Kuwei who was sitting in the edge of the bathroom sink

There’s arms were around each other

Wylan was confused

What was Kuwei doing?

Oh

Oh

“Get your ass in the car Kuwei!” Wylan yelled

Kuwei gave whispered sorries to the cashier while collecting his jacket he apparently threw off

Wylan dragged Kuwei by the arm outside the store

“Kuwei. When we say distract the cashier, that means distract, not make oht with him!” Wylan lectured

“Cmon Wylan you saw him, he was cute!”

“Your drunk Kuwei!”

“Aren’t we all a little drunk in life?”

“That makes absolutely no sense” Wylan said with a sigh “just go to the car”

Kuwei happily skips away

Wylan had just dropped off Matthias at his and Ninas apartment after dropping off Kaz and Kuwei

Leaving just Wylan, Jesper, and an unhealthy amount of snacks in the car

“Hey Wylan” Jesper said

“Yes Jes?”

“I love you”

“I love you to Jesper”

“No wylan” Jesper took Wylan’s face in his hands

“I really love you” Jesper Pushed a ginger lock away from Wylans face

Jesper then reached into his pocket and pulled out a rumpled purple flower and tucked it into Wylans hair “I really really really love you”

Wylan blinked. Jesper was so drunk.

Wylan gave Jesper a soft smile and placed a kiss on his mouth

“I love you to Jesper”

And suddenly Wylan knew exactly what he was doing there

Finnally finished this in the Nick of time! @neilperryisalive I hope you enjoy this! I was seriously worried I wouldn’t be able to finish it but I did! I’ve never written Wesper but I really enjoyed it. My ask box is open and I take any Grishaverse requests

#shadow and bone netflix #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #six of crows #jesper fahey #shadow and bone #six-of-crows #inej ghafa #soc #soc inej #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #kuwei yul bo #kanej #wesper week #wesper #wylan x jesper #jesper x wylan #matthias helvar #helnik #nina zenik #soc nina #nina x matthias #bachelor party

[artificialqueens]

Good Morning Campers, Chapter 2 (Crystal x Gigi) - Gelato

One week down, six more to go.

Crystal and Gigi has successfully avoided one another, more so on Gigi’s part than the other.

Gigi busied herself as usual, filling her days with tennis, swimming, and hikes with her fellow “Heather’s”. Over all, it was exactly the camp experience she had been looking forward to.

But Crystal was getting all more difficult to ignore.

Gigi had become all too familiar with Crystal’s nightly routine. She always returned from the showers clad only in a damp towel, her wet hair piled at the top of her head in messy space buns. She wouldn’t bother getting dressed for at least an hour, opting to do a little hair and makeup before evening activities. Her towel always managed to slip, which never went unnoticed by the young Miss Goode, who would always pretend not to see.

Gigi had long returned from her afternoon activities, refreshed and waiting for the first dinner bell to ring so she could report to the pavilion for dining hall duty.

It had began to rain softly over the camp, the first day of unfriendly weather to grace them since arriving. She laid peacefully on her bed, reading through her worn copy of Little Women, enjoying the gentle drumming of the rain as it pummeled onto the cabin’s rooftop.

She glanced at her watch, noticing it was well past the time that Crystal usually arrived back from her shower.

Gigi scoffed.

If there was anything she hated the most, it was tardiness. And Crystal was the queen of tardies, already receiving a warning from the Senior Counselors for reporting late to her duties over the past few days.

Just then, a burst of thunder and lightening made it’s grand entrance, followed by the fearful shrieks and shrill voices of campers caught in the storm. Gigi could make out the sound of running feet all around the cabin as the girls scrambled to take shelter, followed by the swinging door of their very own cabin, 701.

“It’s fucking freezing!” Crystal exclaimed.

Gigi looked back at the sopping wet girl who made her way to their shared back end of the cabin.

Crystal wore only flip flops and a one piece swim suit, both light pink and sparkly. She had obviously spent the afternoon on the lake, her freshly tanned skin and newly sprouted freckles across her nose to show for it.

“Dining hall duty is in 20 minutes. Should I inform them that you will be late.. again?” Gigi asked with a huff without looking in Crystal’s direction, shutting her book and rising to gather her rain slicker and boots for her walk to the pavilion.

“Not at all. I’m going to take the world’s fastest shower and then I’ll be on my way. Thanks for your concern, though.” Crystal replied over her shoulder with a smirk.

Gigi rolled her eyes, opting to leave her umbrella as she figured her rain coat and hood would do the trick. She made her way to the cabin door, Crystal hot on her heals with a towel in hand.

“Well, good luck with that.” Gigi replied half heartedly before exiting and bounding down the steps, not realizing just how slippery they had become with the rainfall.

She slipped.

Slipped and slid right through the mud that formed and collected at the base of the cabin’s steps. Laughter erupted from the surrounding girls that bustled their way through the rain in every direction.

Gigi flushed red with embarrassment and anger. There was no way she could go straight to dining duty now.

Light footsteps creaked behind her as Crystal rushed to pull her from the mud.

“Race you to the showers?” Crystal giggled. She moved her fingers through Gigi’s hair, which was now caked with mud, pulling leaves and twigs out along the way.

Gigi closed her eyes and let out a frustrated groan. She didn’t have a choice. A shower with Crystal it was.

———

They were the only two left in the bathroom facilities. Crystal wasted no time stripping down, much to Gigi’s embarrassment.

“Do you ever cover up?” She asked, truly annoyed with Crystal’s lack of decency.

“Why? Afraid you’ll see something you might like?” Crystal asked with a chuckle before hopping her naked body into the shower stall.

Gigi froze. So Crystal hadn’t quite forgotten their almost kiss on the first day. She decided to ignore Crystal’s comment and stripped down as well, quickly making her way into the shower stall next to her bunkmate’s.

After a few minutes into their showers, the power cut off in the windowless bathroom facility, causing both girls to let out a shriek of surprise.

“Damn it!” Gigi shouted, barely having finished rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. The rain pummeled on outside.

“Hey, don’t worry. I have a flashlight on my keychain.” Replied a cool and collected Crystal.

Gigi heard the rustle of the shower curtain next to her stall, and the wet patter of Crystal’s feet stepping out.

“Now if only I could figure out where I set my towel down..” Crystal trailed off.

Gigi froze once again and filled with dread. In her haste, she had left her towel back at the cabin. Thinking quickly, she opted to cover her body with her mud soiled clothes and make a run for it to the cabin without the other campers, or especially Crystal, noticing.

“Hey, Crystal.. Um, don’t look, okay? I’m stepping out.” Gigi said cautiously before exiting the stall.

And ramming straight into a wet, naked Crystal who had been waiting just outside the curtain.

The two screamed and slipped to the floor with one another, Gigi landing directly on top of Crystal, bodies now flush with each other’s.

Crystal stared up at an equally shocked Gigi, her eyes now adjusting to the darkness to take in her puzzled features. Their faces were once again only inches from one another.

This was their second chance. They leaned in closer, lips now grazing.

The lights were then restored, snapping both girls back to reality. They were soaking wet, naked, and on top of one another in a place where just about anyone could walk in and see.

Gigi hurriedly pushed herself off the other girl in horror.

“What the hell? Why were you standing so close to my stall!?” She screamed at the naked blue haired siren still splayed on the tile floor.

Crystal flushed red with anger from being yelled at.

“It was dark, I couldn’t see shit! Why the fuck don’t you have a towel?” She barked back.

“Why don’t you!?” Gigi exasperated.

“I was about to grab it before you came slipping out like a lunatic!” Crystal shouted back, rushing to her feet and grabbing said towel.

She quickly wrapped herself up and rushed out of the bathroom, running straight to Adore’s cabin, deciding she would just borrow a change of clothes their instead of returning to her and Gigi’s bunk.

It was mortifying. How close they had managed to get only to end up screaming at one another. She couldn’t look Gigi in the eye. She was crushed.

Gigi stopped herself from running after her and gathered her soiled belongings to cover her body, hoping to God that no one would notice her naked form darting to cabin 701.

———

“She hates me.” Crystal sobbed into Katya’s neck.

The Russian exchange student, puzzled over her friend’s tears, looked to the other two of their group in confusion. A natural comforter, she wrapped her arms around Crystal’s small frame.

“She doesn’t hate you. She hates herself. All of this.. denial bullshit. It’s a front. She’s scared of how she feels, babe. We all see the way she looks at you.” Adore assured her, rushing to wrap Crystal in a hug from behind.

“I don’t get it. I’m nothing but nice to her. All I ever see from her is disgust.” Crystal continued sobbing, much to her friend’s anger and discomfort.

“Let’s kill her!” Yvie suggested. She lit a cigarette, pleased with her suggestion.

“No.” The rest of the group groaned in unison.

“Silence is violence.” Yvie shrugged, displeased that no one was on board with getting even with the Heather’s.

“I mean, think about it guys. They’ve treated us like outcasts every summer for five years. And now look. Our baby Crystal is in tears over Gigi “my pussy is made of gold” Goode. It’s time to get even.” Yvie continued.

Crystal swallowed her tears. She was growing increasingly frustrated, yes. But didn’t want to retaliate. It wasn’t in her nature.

“Thank you, Yvie. I appreciate you wanting to stand up for me. But I have to handle this on my own.. I think.” Crystal sniffled.

The group nodded in agreement and gave their last comforting words to their friend before heading for the dining hall.

———

The two stood at opposite ends of the serving line, Crystal passing out drinks and utensils, and Gigi on the far left placing dessert on each camper’s tray.

Once everyone was served, they took their seats with their respective cliques and attempted to enjoy their meal.

“So,” Violet began as soon as Gigi was seated at their bench.

“What’s up?” Gigi prompted, genuinely curious as to what her most vocal friend had to say.

“Trixie told me she saw you and Crystal head to the shower stalls together before dinner. But didn’t you shower after our last round of tennis?” the brunette asked with a smirked, brow cocked in question.

The color drained from Gigi’s face. She had a perfectly logical explanation, of course. But became flustered as all eyes fell on her.

“I fell in some mud. Trust me, being stuck anywhere with that freak was a last resort.” Gigi replied cooly, hoping that an insult toward Crystal would throw them off.

The group snickered.

“That’s for sure. I heard her and the rest of the Strange Gang are into girls. Sick! I can’t believe they let them into an all girl’s camp. I really feel for you Gig’. You have to sleep next her at night? Has she ever tried anything with you.” Violet asked, disgust dripping from her every word.

Gigi clutched her fork in her hand so hard her knuckles turned white.

She couldn’t crack. Not now.

“No, gross! I wouldn’t want that dyke anywhere near me. It’s bad enough I have to deal with her around camp. Sleeping near her as been an absolute nightmare.” Gigi replied, almost too easily. The girls cackled at her response.

A throat cleared from behind her. Gigi’s head snapped back to see who it was.

The entire Strange Gang had been sitting behind them, and the Heather’s had been too self absorbed to notice. Crystal stood up, angry tears welling at her eyes, and face flushed with anger.

“Hey, Yvie?” Crystal said glancing over at her friend, who sat just as pissed beside her.

“Let’s get even.” She finished, a sinister smile spreading across her full lips.

Without hesitation, Yvie climbed to stand on their dining hall table, her green food tray in hand.

And threw it right at Gigi Goode’s face.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #crygi #summer camp au #lesbian au #good morning campers #gelato

[starkerforlife6969]

Pre-Starker. Peter is Nat’s little Brother

It’s nice, Tony thinks, all of them living in the tower together.

It curls warmly in his heart, the sight of Bucky glaring at the coffee maker, or Steve watching some documentary. He likes seeing Wanda and Vision baking cookies, or Clint out on the balcony shooting tracking arrows at pigeons for one of Bruce’s migration studies.

It feels a lot like…(family).

Not that’d he’d ever say it aloud.

He feels like he knows everyone better now. Thor’s not there all the time, but he drops down for a few weeks every couple of months, with some new drinking game and stories about huge battles he won that Tony knows he must exaggerate.

In fact, he thinks he knows everyone pretty well- everyone except-

Natasha.

Which is ironic, considering he’s known her the longest.

But she’s a mysterious person, that’s her shtick. He’s prodded and poked at the facade, but like him, she’s very tightly wound, and every inch she seems to give, is actually a metre she’s taken to ensure she’s still guarded. Still protected.

Even after combing unashamedly through SHIELD’s files, Tony’s still not sure about her past. A lot of spy work, but no family on record, no real name on record. Sure, Russian ancestry she says, and he’s certain he’s heard her speaking it on the phone from time to time, but he’s not really sure.

He doesn’t mind too much, because he’s the same. No matter how much he loves Bruce, Tony will never let slip the nights he’d go out to that road and sit there and think of his mom. No matter how much he loves Steve, he won’t ever say that sometimes the resentment he felt as a kid over his dad’s obsession eats him up inside. He won’t tell Vision that losing JARVIS was one of the hardest things he ever had go through, or tell Thor that every time he leaves it aches deep.

He won’t divulge his need to succeed, to prove himself, to anyone. Not even himself.

So, he understands Natasha. He thinks that because they’re so similar- she probably understands him too.

“Easy there, cowboy,” Tony chuckles, knocking Bucky out of the way to sort the coffee machine out for him as the early morning sun shines into the penthouse kitchen.

Bucky grumbles but moves easily. There’s a bowl of cornflakes in a bowl, half eaten, and Tony feels warm again at the domestic ease of it all. “Coffee’s supposed to be easy,” Bucky mutters, not for the first time, still bleary eyed, but he mutters a thanks when Tony hands him a fresh brew, and hunches over his bowl as he makes his way to the couch.

Tony rolls his eyes, and pours himself a cup. “Where’s Nat?” He asks, because she’s the one who normally makes Bucky his coffee. She wakes up first, always, then Bucky, then Tony, and then the rest whenever they feel like it.

“Someone buzzed for her at reception, I think,” Bucky says around a yawn, losing himself to the Saturday morning cartoons.

But Tony freezes. Someone called for Nat at reception? On a Saturday morning before 8am?

He’s grinning and heading for the elevator before it’s too late.

“Nat with anyone down at reception, Friday?” He asks eagerly, as the elevator takes him down.

“Yes.” Friday says mysteriously, and nothing more.

Tony laughs in surprise, gesturing expectantly. “Well…gonna ID them for me? Anything other than that?”

There’s silence for a moment, before Friday replies: “They don’t match anyone on my database, Sir. I’m running an extended scan but I’m unable to find a match.”

Of course. The plot thickens. Off-the-grid friends? Ex-spies? A Nick Fury who’s found a way to hide his face from diagnostics? Tony’s keen to find out.

When he gets to the ground floor, there are only a few people around. His receptionist, a few cleaners, a few scientists and interns dotted around here and there enjoying a coffee for an early start, or stumbling home after an all nighter, and there, sure enough, the shock of red hair gets his attention.

Natasha’s standing near the revolving doors, talking to a-

Tony frowns.

It’s a boy.

A young boy, a college student if his attire’s anything to go by- he’s got a backpack on, and tight jeans with oversized pink flannel. He’s bathed in the white light of morning, and he’s beautiful. Loose curls, hickory highlights and eyes of honey.

Tony can’t quite piece it all together. Does Natasha have a young lover?

He saunters over; straining his ears.

He hears Natasha say: “I know you do, solnyshko, but Mr Stark is really busy.”

Which is weird because Nat’s never called him Mr anything. Moron? Sure. Pain in her ass? Most definitely. Tony Stank on one awful occasion, but never Mr Stark.

So, he smiles, straightens his shirt, and clears his throat.

She whirls around so fast he’s surprised he doesn’t get a knife to the throat, but when she sees him- there’s something naked on her face. Something he’s never seen before- something she doesn’t quite school fast enough. The bare emotion of fear. It’s so painfully human that he suddenly regrets coming downstairs- regrets intruding on whatever this is-

“Oh my god! Oh my god! You’re Tony Stark!” Comes the ecstatic voice of the college student, and Tony doesn’t have time to say sorry, because the boy is stepping forward and gushing about how much he admires Tony, which is, you know, pretty great. The boy’s so pretty, with sharp cheekbones and long lashes-

“The very same,” Tony grins, holding out a hand. “And who might you be?”

Natasha cuts in smoothly, face back to fairly impassive. “Mr Stark, this is Peter, he’s a big fan of all your work- both scientific and Ironman-relevant.”

Peter and nothing more. How do they know each other? And she’s still calling him Mister Stark. Peter nods so forcefully it ruffles all the curls on his head. “I’ve ready everything you’ve written, Mr Stark! And Ironman- I have like- all the posters!”

Tony resists the urge to pull Peter closer where their hands are joined. He knows exactly what he’d do if he’d found this boy at a club, tug him closer and use that hero-worship to have quite the night but-

Natasha’s shifting. Almost imperceptibly. She’s uncomfortable. Her eyes are subtly raking over the lobby as if waiting for someone else to walk in-

Tony helps her out. “Well, Peter, any friend of Ms. Romanov’s is a friend of mine. Apply for an internship at SI and I’d be happy to look over your CV myself, I’m sure we have a position here for you in some department.”

He does mean to help, but the look he gets from Nat feels like he should be murdered on the spot for his generous offer. Well damn, he tried. He called her Ms Romanov.

“An internship?” Peter whispers, eyes-wide and jaw slack. “I will, Mr Stark! Thank you-“

“He’s very busy, Peter,” Nat reminds, voice gentle, and Peter nods, cut short from going onto another long ramble over how much he respects Tony. “You should go,” she urges softly, and Peter nods- but not before he tiptoes and throws his arms around her for a hug.

If Tony were drinking coffee, he’d spit it out.

Natasha ignores him, and wraps her arms around the boy, one hand cradling the back of his head, fingers buried in the curls, and Tony might be seeing things, but he’s sure she kisses his forehead and murmurs something like: “Be safe. I’ll call you later.”

“Love you too,” Peter beams, not at all covert, so whatever it is she’s hiding, Peter doesn’t know it’s a secret, that much is clear. Or he’s just very bad at keeping secrets which seems…unlikely for someone who apparently loves Natasha. And, if the soft voice and worried eyes are anything to go by, is loved in return. “It was an honour meeting you, Mr Stark Sir!” And then he’s out of the revolving doors and into the city’s bustling morning.

Neither of them speak for a moment, they just breathe: waiting.

Tony breaks the silence. “A friend of yours?” He asks breezily, and Natasha squares her shoulders and turns to look him right in the face.

She feels taller than him. She must be wearing heels. Or Tony’s thoroughly intimidated. “Tony,” she mutters, shaking her head, “we have an understanding, you and I, right? That sometimes you leave well enough alone. That you trust me when I tell you- you don’t need to know anymore.”

He nods slowly, wondering if he’s being manipulated. It’s hard to tell with Nat. It’s one of the reasons he likes her so much. She’s as good as deferring as he is. Good at distracting people with irrelevant things to squirrel away the crux of the matter. As it is, he’s content to let it lie. “Fine by me. Does anyone else know anything?”

He’ll be a little jealous if they do. She shakes her head, eyes hard. “It’ll stay that way.”

He crosses his heart, and thinks no more of it.

* Oh sure fine, he scans everywhere for a Peter at any of the nearby college’s but there are thousands and Friday can’t seem to match anyone to the boy in reception from earlier. It’s like his face is scrambled and Tony’s sure Natasha’s protecting him.

For what? The boy had seemed harmless enough. Unless he’s some sort of ex-Hydra mind controlled operative, which seems unlikely, there must be another reason.

Family, is Tony’s first thought. You do for family.

But he’s not sure Romanov is her real name and Peter Romanov or even Pietro brings nothing up. Blank. Suspiciously blank.

Tony sighs, and decides to actually let it lie.

*

But then it happens again, another accident.

His muscles ache and it’s nearly three am when he leaves the lab. Sleep has finally demanded his attention, and he’s headed to his bedroom when he feels a cool breeze ruffle the sweaty strands of hair pressed against his neck.

He frowns and heads to the balcony, but all the doors are sealed.

The wind blows again, so he follows it up the stairs towards the roof and sure enough, lit by the light of New York, is Peter.

He’s sitting on the ledge, a bowl of cereal in his palm, spoon in his other hand, gesturing wildly about something or other, so milk sloshes dangerously around each side.

Natasha comes into view too, she’s in her pyjamas unlike Peter who’s wrapped up warm in a coat, and she’s carrying a box of Lucky Charms. She laughs; face unguarded, relaxed in a way Tony’s never seen. He watches, hidden by the shadows, as she pours more cereal into Peter’s bowl until it’s teeming with sugary tokens.

Peter laughs, gesturing her away. “I’m not that hungry!”

“You’re too thin is what you are,” she teases lightly, sitting right beside him.

Tony sees it then, in that moment. The sharp cut of their jawlines, the delicate slender slope of their noses- siblings.

Natasha has a little brother. He feels winded.

“And you’re sure Mr Stark won’t mind us being up here?”

She rolls her eyes. “No one ever comes up here. Besides, it’s one of the perks in being his personal assistant.”

Peter shakes his head in awe. “That is so cool. You have the coolest job ever.”

It’s like a heavy punch to the gut. His personal assistant? Natasha has never been that- not even when she technically was, she wasn’t really. Not for years. She’s lying to her brother.

Tony can understand why, of course. To keep him safe. It also has the double benefit of making sure that even if Peter were captured, he wouldn’t be able to say anything.

Tony thinks it’s probably more so for the former reason.

He heads back down, shaking his head and trying to picture it. Natasha with a little brother. As a protective older sister. Making sure he does his homework, inside jokes, beating up bullies, making sure he eats, texting him. All normal things. He struggles to piece it into one person.

* Over scrambled eggs on brown toast, Tony brings it up.

“What’s your brother’s major?” He asks innocently.

Natasha takes a mean bite out of the corner of her toast, as if she wishes the bread were Tony’s jugular. She chews deliberately slowly, and then swallows. “Tony.” She says warningly, and he shrugs, lifting up his hands in innocence.

But he’s never known when to quit. “Science? Engineering? Give me a hint.” The kid had gushed over everything Tony had written, he must know at least a little bit of science. Plus, Nat’s always been scarily rational. “Math?”

She sets down her breakfast, and folds her hands under her chin. She doesn’t speak. She just stares.

He refuses to sweat under her glower. “You know you can trust me, right?” He says, more softly.

Her face softens at that, and she returns to her breakfast, looking at is as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “I know that, Tony. But this isn’t about me. It’s about Peter.”

“He thinks you’re my personal assistant.”

She doesn’t ask how he knows. Just takes it in stride, like she does with most things. “Yes.”

“You’re protecting him?”

Her eyes gleam. “Always.” She says fiercely, and Tony’s struck by the strength of it. He’s never had any siblings, any close friends like that. Someone to look out for him, always, something in his blood. He has Rhodey, but Rhodey’s never needed protecting. It’s different. He’s never known his whole life with someone loving him as ferociously as Natasha loves Peter.

“I could protect him too,” Tony offers, going for off-hand and light-hearted, even as her eyes, razor-sharp, dart to his face. He busies himself by sprinkling black pepper over his eggs. “You’ve done a pretty good job hiding him from the database, but I could add a whole other level of protection. Keep him off everything for good. No one could ever get their hands on him.”

She’s silent for a while. Pondering it. She’s not stupid enough to reject it outright through sheer stubbornness. “You would do that?” She asks tentatively, and Tony scoffs.

“Of course, I would. I’d do anything for you.”

The look she gives him makes him feel warm. Like maybe he’s her older brother.

“He would probably die for the chance to meet you,” she muses, before smiling in that way that says she’s given in. “If I introduced you, you could never tell anyone, Tony, I mean it. Not if we fight, not if you’re trying to get to me, I would destroy you.”

He thrums with excitement, even as his brain says: maybe this isn’t such a good idea.

* For obvious reasons, Nat doesn’t want to bring Peter to the penthouse.

Instead, she and Tony find themselves on the jet to MIT.

“MIT, really?” He scoffs at her, “my terf! And you didn’t even tell me!”

“Don’t pout.” She hums, looking out of the window. “He’s very smart. Smarter than you, for sure.”

Tony blinks affrontedly. Before he shrugs her off.“You would say that. You’re biased.”

“He’s majoring in Aeronautics and Mathematics, and he’s averaging an A in Jefferson’s class.”

“Bullshit,” Tony gapes, “no one gets an A in Jefferson’s class.” He knows the old bullfrog wouldn’t give a student an A if his life depended on it. It was something of a legend back in Tony’s day to try. He’s not surprised the man’s still there. Like a statue, probably embedded into the building’s heart.

She smiles smugly. “Peter does.”

“Peter does,” he mimics in a high-pitched voice. They enjoy silence for a moment, before he clears his throat to ruin it: “Your brother, he’s…eighteen?”

She arches an eyebrow. “Yes.”

“Right, right,” he nods, phew. “He’s very…pretty.”

“Tony.”

“Of course, I wasn’t gonna try anything-“

“Jesus,” she rolls her eyes, but her tone is firm. “Do you have to try and get in the pants of everything that moves?”

“Not everything. Just very pretty things. And I never said I was going to try, I was just making an observation. Anyone could see it. You’ve got some great family genes.”

“I didn’t think I’d need to say it, Tony, but touch my brother, and I will kill you.”

He slouches in his seat and sighs. Beautiful and smart and completely off limits. He’s sure he’ll have no problem adhering to that rule.

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Slavonic Studies 6: Ramen Studies

Warning: Explicit

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“How do verbs even work,” groaned Yuuri under his breath. He was so sure that this was the third time he was reading Eugene Onegin and trying to understand it. This was the furthest thing from elementary for God’s sake. Sure, nineteenth Century Russian Literature was considered gold and everything, yes, he was sure that the era was absolutely wonderful but what in fuck did this have to do with him wanting to be an interpreter and translator (okay, it did have a lot to do with him being either of those but that’s beside the point, let him sulk in peace, thank you).

There were at least seven different books spread in front of him that should have helped him understand the working of these damned verbs but, of course, they helped him understand absolutely nothing.

For heaven’s sake, he’d spent more than three months here. You’d think he’d be somewhat closer to understanding how this shit worked.

He groaned loudly and buried his head in his arms, glancing at his phone. It was almost closing time for the library.

I should probably head back if I still have any hopes getting dinner.

“Ugh, just ten minutes. Come on, I can cram something in,” he thought out loud, dragging one of his textbooks back to him.

“No can do, kid. I’m closing up and practically starving,” came a voice from his side, a hand slamming down on the table. An irritated hiss could be heard from the next table, where only the frown of a girl was visible behind another teetering pile of textbooks, eyes tired like she hadn’t left the library in days.

“Shit that was loud, sorry. Really though, are you planning on wrapping up anytime soon?” Minako whispered, as she flexed her wrist to get the sting out.

“Doesn’t look like it,” groaned Yuuri (he’s been doing an awful lot of groaning these days), leaning back and throwing a hand over his face, trying to shield his eyes from the pendant light.

“I could help, you know? I’m kind of rusty but not that bad,” offered Minako, sliding into the single seat opposite him.

“Really?” Yuuri perked up immediately, beaming.

“Yeah, but I don’t see why you can’t ask Viktor himself. He’s absolutely lovely and quiet helpful,” Minako questioned, cocking her head a little to the side.

Yuuri’s face flushed immediately and he hid his face back in his arms. How was he supposed to explain that every time he went to ask Mr. Nikiforov something, he started flirting with Yuuri almost immediately? It really didn’t help that he was a ridiculously good-looking man and very easy on the eyes, with his pretty silver hair and piercing blue eyes, so Yuuri was almost always distracted by something or the other, be it his smooth words or his perfect smile or his long fingers.

He wanted him to whisper things into his ears in that low voice.

He wanted to kiss that bewitching smile.

He wanted those fingers to-  NOPE WE ARE GOING TO STOP RIGHT THERE, YUURI KATSUKI.

And this was precisely why Yuuri was always distracted and confused. Distracted by Mr. Nikiforov’s beauty and confused by his flirting. Really not the best combination to have when you’re taking said Professor’s class.

What made it worse was that his flirting wasn’t even in the least bit subtle. No, it was so blatant and outright that you’d have to be an idiot to not pick it up when it was directed straight at you, especially if more than 80% of his “playful” flirting with his students was directed at you.

Minako seemed to pick up on Yuuri’s embarrassment (that wouldn’t even be hard, considering that he could feel how hot and red his ears had gone) and smirked, groaning even as she did so, “Is he flirting with you?” Yuuri raised the side of his head a little to look at her out of one eye, his glasses going wonky and blocking his vision. Minako began to laugh, almost hysterically before she was tutted at again by the same girl.

“He’ll never improve, will he?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What that means is that you should probably just and take his help instead of my rusty ass trying to teach you some European language that I can only remember like, four words of.”

“Didn’t you just tell me you’re not that bad it?”

“Hey, it doesn’t hurt to exaggerate a little and maybe relearn something while helping someone else. Alright now, kid, time’s up, get the fuck out of my library.”

“Aren’t you maybe, not supposed to swear.”

“It’s past closing time, kid, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”

Yuuri could practically feel the girl at the next table glaring daggers into his and Minako’s souls. He quickly gathered his books up, carrying a heavy textbook to check out as he followed Minako to the front desk.

He watched the girl check the books out before him, sending him one last glare as she left the library, as though he’d personally offended her entire ancestral line by even being there. Minako chuckled from behind her computer, checking Yuuri’s book out and telling her to wait a little as she finished her final run through of the place.

Yuuri walked out into the cold, watching the larger lights in the library shut off one by one, throwing a soft glow from the smaller lamps onto the landscape. He was about to bid Minako goodbye and stop by some decent pizza place that was hopefully open at this time, when she strolled out of the exit, keys clinking as she twirled the key ring around her fingers.

“Care to join me for some ramen?” she asked, rooting around in her bag for something.

Yuuri lit up almost immediately, dreadfully missing a piping hot bowl of ramen but not having been able to find a decent place that sold any good ones near university. Minako glanced up at him, her tiny little frown at whatever she was searching for melting into something soft as she regarded his bright eyes. “My treat, alright?”, she said, letting out a small sound as she finally managed to fish her car keys out.

Before Yuuri could protest, she continued, “You’re a student. Best save that cash money for some textbooks or tuition. Plus, you’ve been with me far too often now for me to not take you out. Almost shameful, really.”

She walked quickly towards the parking lot, letting Yuuri trot along after her, lugging his bag along, now heavy with yet another textbook just to try and understand fucking Alexander Pushkin. 

Okay maybe not fucking Pushkin in its literal sense wait what kind of surname is Pushkin even hell it’s a whole ass euphemism what the fuck what’s the betting that at least one person used it against him as a pickup line wait doesn’t his middle name have Gay in it too what was it what was it Sir Gay something wait was he even gay wait that isn’t ri-

“-UURI!” Minako’s sharp voice cut through his thoughts and he almost landed on his ass in the snow, slipping as caught himself right before he rammed into the side of Minako’s car.

“I was just asking you if you’ve had proper ramen since you’ve come here, where’s your head at?” questioned Minako, her voice laced with a little bit of concern, watching as Yuuri fumbled with his bag while he strode towards the passenger seat.

“No, I’ve just been living off instant ramen. Couldn’t find any,” replied Yuuri, finally managing to seat himself in the car without any further problems.

Minako grinned, revving her engine up as she told him about her favourite ramen place near university. It didn’t seem to be too far, idle chatter filling any silence as the car radio blared out some pop music.

Yuuri’s tired eyes had just begun to droop when Minako pulled up in front of a small shop, its warm yellow light spilling out onto the footpath, a welcome aura drawing Yuuri towards it almost immediately.

Minako had already stalled the engine and had a hand on the restaurant door as Yuuri stepped out, letting the enticing aroma that cascaded out of the door overwhelm his senses. He breathed a deep sigh and followed Minako in.

Yuuri let a little sound of surprise out at the interiors of the place. Done in a style as close to authentic as possible, this felt more like home to Yuuri than anything he could imagine in these past few months. Minako let him bask in it all as she guided him towards one of the low tables, sitting on the tatami floor before him and calling a server over to place their orders.

Once they were done and a bottle of sake was placed on their table, Minako resumed conversing with him, talking even as Yuuri’s mind wandered, still soaking up the comforting atmosphere of the place and settling in, his concerns over verbs and men with gay as their middle names and pretty men with blue eyes disappearing slowly as his mind floated back home, Minako’s careful hands making sure he drink too much sake as they waited for their order.

The server was quick to arrive with their orders, a bowl of miso ramen and another of shoyu ramen being placed on their table just as Yuuri’s stomach had begun growling. The heady smell of broth and spices swamped his senses, his mouth watering instantly as he quickly grabbed at his chopsticks.

“Oh, Minako-sensei! Is that you, Yuuri? Hello!” a familiar, cheerful voice cut through his thoughts, ripping him from his ramen-induced haze. He quickly looked up at Minako, who had her eyes trained somewhere behind him, her face slowly splitting into a wide smile as she waved back at whoever it was behind him.

Nonononononononononononono-

“Am I interrupting something, perchance?” Yuuri felt more than heard that statement as it was stage-whispered near his ear, the accented voice far too recognizable and causing the tips of his ears to go bright red as he whipped his head to find Viktor already drawn away and settling himself onto a cushion.

“Couldn’t wait for an invitation before sitting your ass down, huh?” teased Minako, waving over the server to bring another glass to the table.

“Why bother with my favourite librarian?” drawled Viktor, turning to the waiter to place his order as well. Having done so, he looked back at them, pushing the glass towards Yuuri. “Mind pouring one out, Mr. Katsuki?” he said, in the same flirtatious drawl, a dangerous smirk creeping up on his face as he regarded Yuuri.

Yeah, fuck, he was going to need more sake for this.

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The Mitchell Incident | Chapter Three

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Her eyes were frozen over, like frost that quickly spread over a crystal windshield. The night had grown cold and ashen, Chloe’s breath rapid as she blinked away from the darkness that spread like wildfire. The only warm thing about this night.

Chloe’s hand rested lazily on her stomach, moving up and down with every movement she dared to take. The pain that moved past her body was unimaginable. Excruciating to the point of no return. Pins and needles danced across joints as she clenched her eyes shut.

“Fuck,” The red-head struggled to grasp her surroundings. It was almost impossible. A stiffness was eminent in her neck- sore and undeniable. She propped herself up on her elbow, glancing around as the sun started to rise in a milky sky. The graveyard. She was still here.

Her fingers found their way to the syrupy liquid that wicked into the collar of her shirt, it was dried and scabbed over a painful mark that she couldn’t quite place. Everything felt so hazy. She heard a noise, met a girl. Then nothing. There was nothing left of her memory to suggest why she would be laying in the darkest part of the graveyard after the first night on the job.

A buzz filled the air. Her phone, it was still wedged in her pocket. Why she didn’t’ call the police last night escaped her. She was in a haze. She was still in that haze. A low fog had rumbled from the cooling ground as the sun began to warm up the morning air. She fished in her jeans until she cringed away from the bright neon screen. Aubrey. She had called at least fifteen times.

Sixteen counting this one.

“Hello?” Chloe was shocked at the gruffness of her own voice.

“Chloe?” Aubrey spoke smoothly, worry laced within her words as the college student begrudgingly pulled herself up from the ground. She had to get to her car. Get to a shower and a nice glass of water that would quench the undeniable thirst that followed suit. She was loud. Too damn loud. “Where the hell are you? You went to that interview, and then nothing.”

“Sorry,” The red-head scratched the back of her neck, careful not to catch the wound that she hadn’t gotten a good look at yet. “I must have fallen asleep. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Fallen asleep?” her friend scoffed. Chloe could just imagine the pensive gaze on the woman’s face. She was probably up pacing the small length of their dorm room half the night. “In a cemetery?”

“The grass was comfy.” She squeaked, trying to convince herself more than anything. “I’ll be home soon, just don’t… don’t freak out okay?”

“Why would I?” Aubrey was calm. An unnerving calm. “Not like my roommate decided to vanish in the middle of the night after a meeting with the town recluse.”

“Bye, Aubrey.” Chloe deadpanned, shaking her head as she shut off her phone. The light was too damaging. It made her want to shield her eyes and crawl under the blankets. Her car looked like the nicest thing she had seen for a long while. The girl settling into the front seat as she turned the keys in the ignition.

Fuck. That engine was roaring.

Chloe gritted her teeth, shaking her head as she used her shaky grasp to put the vehicle in drive. Sensory overload was an understatement at this point. Her lips were chapped and mouth tasting of iron.

Her thoughts wandered as she drove down the nearly empty streets of the small college town. The bakery lights flooded the street in a golden pattern as she passed- but the rest of the area was desolate. Empty and quiet. Just like the girl she had met last night. She was odd- so odd that she was alluring. Her words were like knives, but the sharp edge had been shaved down to nothing more than a smooth surface. A kitten with bite.  

She tapped her fingers nervously on the steering wheel, drawing in a sharp breath as she pulled into the parking space in front her dorm. The glass was tinted, a few students who were foolish enough to take early morning classes half-heartedly made their way to lecture. She locked the door behind her, pulling out her badge to flash it to the woman who always sat behind the desk.

“Whoa, Miss Beale” Stacie spoke with care as she raised herself from her chair. It was squeaky, the wheels in good need of a replacement or a can of oil. She came out from behind the desk. She looked tired herself, dark hair falling into an even darker gaze. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” She lied through her teeth, not knowing the state that she was in. “Really, it was some Halloween party. An idiot with some fake blood.”

“It’s November.” Stacie lifted a brow, “Do you need me to call someone?”

“No,” She assured her, a little hurriedly “No, it was one of those themed raves. Nothing to worry about. I promise.”

The security guard wasn’t too convinced. She waved the girl away, regardless. It was nearing the end of her shift and the Red-head clearly was in need of a shower and a good rest. She lowered herself back into her seat as she shook her head. Chloe made her way to the dorm room at the end of the hall. It was tiny and smelled of floral candles. This morning, it was overwhelming, though.

She didn’t bother with the key on the chain, instead, she pushed her way in, knowing that Aubrey would leave in unlocked- just waiting for her to come in. The blonde was curled up on her twin bed- clearly stressed enough to not sleep a wink the night before either. She stirred at the sound of the closing door.

“Chlo?” She sniffed, rubbing her eye, “Oh my god, Chloe.”

She was standing now, the red-head dropping her leather bag by the door as she let her sore shoulders slump. “That job is no joke.” She defended, voice exhausted.

Aubrey lifted her chin slightly, deep grey eyes peering into crystal ones. She placed her cold grasp under her friend’s chin, shifting her head to the side slightly to get a look at the bloody mess that ravished her shoulder. “You’re not going back there.”

Chloe let out a small noise that was a mix between a groan and a growl. She started to busy herself with finding a pair of clean sweatpants and a t-shirt. Everything had the scent of gain attached to it. It was almost sickening. She needed a shower, and fast. Her Russian Lit class wouldn’t wait for her to get presentable.

“I have to Bree,” She finally spoke as she held the cold fabric between her fingertips. “There’s no way I can afford another year at Barden on just a scholarship.”

Her blonde friend was silent. She was lucky enough to have a trust fund saved up. She was slowly working off that- not worrying herself with how to pay for another semester at a private boarding school. Her father was a meticulous man who cared about planning. Unlike Chloe’s mother who barely scraped by when she was growing up. Money was few and far between in the Beale house.  

She dropped it, shaking her head as she flopped back down onto her mattress. Her eyes were dark and sunken in. In an odd way, Chloe knew that her friend worried more about her safety than she did. Everything was still so mixed up in her memory. The Twenty-year-old stared for a few seconds before reaching for the handle of the door.

Chloe was quiet as she padded down the hallway towards the shared showers. At first, they made her uncomfortable. The thought of flashing an unsuspecting girl was enough to make heat rise to her cheeks and burn brightly. Now it was almost normal to see a towel slip or a woman who just didn’t’ give a damn about who was watching.  

Part of her didn’t’ want to look in the mirror. Her appearance was jarring, not only to her overprotective roommate but to a security guard that would never bat an eye towards intoxicated students stumbling back to their rooms. It made her nerves taught. They bubbled up against her stomach as she settled into a small stall that the bathroom had to offer.

She closed the small shower curtain, it’s plastic rings scraping against the metal bar. She gritted her teeth, cringing away from the rough sound. There was a small mirror tacked to the small area that she set her towel and clothes. It was chipped at the edge, bleeding into a sickly green.

Chloe took a steadying breath as she finally caught a glimpse of her reflecting in the thin glass. She stared directly into her eyes. The once blue was dull and pained. She was nervous. She shouldn’t be, though, right? It was her, just a different version of her. She had spent a night in a graveyard, that was enough to alter anyone’s perception.

Her skin was pale, ashen, just like the fog that rolled through the protruding headstones. Chloe let out a slight gasp as she turned her head painfully to the side- her messy ginger hair falling from a hair-tie that was barely holding itself together.

The blood that so contrasted against her skin was strong and slowly drying to a copper brown. This was one of her favorite shirts- she regretted wearing it to the interview. Wearing it to dig a giant hole in the ground.

The one thing Chloe couldn’t’ tell was how bad the wound was. She was so muddy- so sore, that nothing really seemed to matter. She didn’t want to go to the emergency room. Refused. There was no way she could afford to miss another round of classes just for a small cut.

Instead, she let out a small sigh as the flicked on the water, waiting patiently as a thick steam filled the small room. She would be okay. It would all be okay. It had to be.  

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There’s Always Another Choice

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“Shoot him, now!” The one on the left said.

You rolled your eyes. Did they really think it’d be that easy?  That they could manipulate you again for their own selfish, stupid, arrogant-

Focus!

Right, sorry.

You scoffed, “Shut up, Mark. If I shoot, it’ll be after I get the answers I want.”

Damien didn’t react, but Mark did. He looked uncomfortable, shifting from side to side.

“Answers? What needs to be answered?” He asked.

“Don’t even get me started, why did you steal Damien’s body? Who killed you in the first place?”

“Yes, do tell.” Damien said, his dark eyes narrowed as he glared at Mark.

Mark sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I….. I know what I did was awful, but please, take what I say with a grain of salt. As cruel as it was, I had my reasons.”

You nodded and pointed your gun at Damien, he raised a brow in surprise. Well, maybe not surprise, more like…. Amusement or something, intrigue? Whatever it was, he sure as hell didn’t look concerned.

“What’s the meaning of this, (Y/N)?” He asked smoothly, a small smile gracing his face that sent shivers down your spine.

“I don’t want you trying anything while Mark is talking, I’m keeping an eye on both of you.” You said firmly, your eyes never leaving his.

Had it been anyone else, they may have dropped the gun as they became entranced by Damien’s eyes, through awe or fear, but not you. You knew better now, even without the dark magic he possessed, Damien always had a way to get people to do what he wanted, those damn brown of eyes of his that were always so warm and trustworthy…. Stop staring, Mark is about to tell us his side of the story.

You shook your head for a moment before nodding at Mark to start talking,

“(Y/N)…. You remember how I was after Celine and I finalized the divorce, right? How depressed I was?” “Of course I do, I even recommended you to your therapist. I suppose you didn’t work well with Brooklyn?” “What about me?” Came a whisper from behind you. A quick glance back told you that Jay, Jasmine, and Brooklyn had joined Alex huddled behind a dumpster. “I thought I told you to leave, Alex.” You said calmly, moving backwards to block Damien further. The dumpster was on an angle, one end against a wall. They’d be safe there with you protecting them, but they’d be even safer had Alex listened to you, they could have found the others and gotten them away. Now you had to fear for their safety on top of your own. Typical teenagers. You heard shuffling, but Alex wouldn’t answer you. Hopefully it was because they were ashamed for not listening to you, if Jasmine was anything like she was before, she’d be giving Alex an earful pretty soon. You turned your attention back to Mark and Damien, the look in your eyes made it clear you wouldn’t let them get near them. “(Y/N)…. I won’t lie to you….. I was suicidal for months. I tried so many times, over and over-” “And you kept backing out?” “No, I’d just come back.” You stayed quiet, thinking back to the party that seemed so long ago now, yet the scars it left were still fresh. “You stabbed yourself thirty-seven times? And you survived?” You asked, you knew the answer, you had tried it yourself when you trapped inside the mirror, but you needed to hear Mark say it for. “Yeah, I even tried hiring people to beat me, I hung myself, tried drowning….. Even poison. ”“So what happened after that? What was the point of the party?” “By then, I was filled with rage, but I also wanted my friends back. I invited you all to so that in the event that I died that night, there’d be witnesses… Or I’d finally have you all back in my life and I could finally start healing.” At this point, tears were welling in Mark’s eyes, and if they were meant to make you pity him, it wasn’t working. It’s working for me! Why? He’s probably faking it, -THE MAN ATTEMPTED SUICIDE FOR GOD’S SAKE, CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW IT MUST FEEL TO WANT TO DIE, BUT YOU LITERALLY CAN’T?! Yes, we both can. Remember? Now be quiet, you’re supposed to be holding this body together, I can hear it creaking again. “I asked William to play Russian Roulette with me in the wine cellar. If neither of us died then we’d be friends again, and if not….. Someone would be going to jail.” “William killed you then? And this was all by chance?” You questioned him. Surely it couldn’t be that simple, right? Occam’s Razor “Ehh, I had some help.” Mark admitted, “Celine was right, there’s something in that house. And it didn’t want me to die. It tried to convince me to take William’s body and run, but I refused because then it’d be “obvious” who killed who.” It’s not Occam’s Razor. “That’s just sick.” You said with a deadpanned stare. Damien had been rather quiet, and you realized you hadn’t been watching him as closely as you should have. He was slowly edging himself around to peer behind you, to see the students. Had he seen Alex when they were in the upside down? Shit, he probably did, does he know? What would he do? Well, nothing. Because you weren’t going to let him get any closer to your f-…. To the students. What are you gonna do? Shoot him? You did, or rather, you shot around him. A few quick warning shots around his feet and he scurried back to his place beside Mark.He didn’t even had the decency to look guilty. Then again, Damien isn’t easily intimidated. “So you killed Celine and stole Damien’s body?! How the heck am I supposed to take that with a grain of salt?” You spat, your hand moving up to fiddle with the safety. “(Y/N), please! I know what I did was wrong, but you have no idea how much I was hurting, I truly had nothing left in life-” And that’s when the dam broke. “NOTHING?!” You screamed, fury shining in your eyes. “YOU HAD NOTHING TO LIVE FOR?! DON’T YOU-” You choked back a sob, falling to your knees. “Don’t you remember what I said to you a few nights before the party?” You whispered, head bowed low. “You… You wanted to tell me something? Or make an announcement?” Mark replied, clearly not understanding what you were getting at. Like he cared, but not enough to remember. “I didn’t tell you over the phone because I didn’t want to spoil it, I wanted you to have your night of fun, and then….” You trailed off, staring at your ring finger, clearly lacking the ring that was once there. “I was supposed to get married in two months.” Mark blinked, and blinked. He blinked some more. Damien didn’t show any emotions on his face, though you heard a quiet gasp that proved that he had heard you. “Wha-at? You….. You were going to get married?!” You nodded, eyes trained on the ground as tears fell freely. You had tried for so long not to think about that day, the last time you had seen your lover.

“(Y/N)!” Your lover called, “(Y/N), you got a letter! It’s from that client of yours, Fischbach?” You hurried with putting away the dishes and rushed into the living room. Your lover stood there, staring curiously at the letter they said was for you. The envelope looked purposely aged, and it had a red wax seal on it. “Mark and I have been good friends for awhile, honey. Mind giving me the letter?” They passed it to you, and eagerly leaned over your shoulder as you sat on the couch to open it. The letter was an invitation to a poker night, odd that Mark would invite his lawyer to a gathering meant only close friends…. “So, you going?” They asked, grinning at you like the fool they were. “I’m not sure,” You sighed, placing the invitation back into the envelope. “The wedding is in three months…. And the kids are coming in seven.” “What’s your point? Consider it an early bachelor party or something! Besides, didn’t you say that you were worried about him?” You nodded, “It may be unprofessional, but I asked Brooklyn to keep me up to date on how he’s been doing. She said that Mark looked like he had been beat up in one of their early sessions, and he’s been talking about…. I dunno, gruesome things. Like he’s been fantasizing about committing suicide…” “Sounds like the guy is about ready to give up…. Doesn’t he have any family left?” You shook your head. “His brother was the reason for his divorce, they stopped talking years ago because of that, his parents are dead too. No immediate family left, and the Fischbach’s were never social people, even among family.” “Nothing left to live for…. Has Brooklyn got any ideas of what could help him?” “Honestly? I think that this shindig was her idea, Mark hasn’t made any contact with me or Damien in a long time, not even for legal needs. He quit his job and he’s been surviving off of the family fortune.” Your forehead creased when you thought about this. Mark must be so lonely, and if he’s this far down….. At least he’s trying to reach out to you, right? “You know what? I’ll call him and give him my RSVP, I’m going. He needs a friend right now, I can’t ignore this. Damien would probably kill me if I did.” You decided, reaching for your phone. “Y’know, I still can’t get over the fact that you and the Mayor are friends.” Your fiance said. You rolled your eyes and dialed Mark’s number.“Hey Mark? Yeah, I just wanted RSVP for the poker night…..Yeah yeah, in two weeks, I’ll see you then.” Your fiance started making frantic gestures at you, their face lit up with excitement. “Hey, can I call you back? It’s been awhile, I know, but I’ve got another call coming in. No problem, five minutes tops, alright?” You said, giving your fiance a halfhearted glare. “What is it?” You asked as you put the phone back on it’s hook. “We haven’t chosen a godfather yet, have we?” Your fiance asked, grinning from ear to ear. “We haven’t…… Are you saying….? Wait wait wait wait, I thought you wanted Jay to be the godfather?” Your fiance laughed. “We already have him pegged for Best Man, and don’t you think it would be good for Mark? A chance to to be involved with a family and feel like he you know… Belongs?” You nodded, this was a very good point. Mark would be ecstatic to be a godfather, and Damien did say that Mark had always wanted kids….. “I’ll think about it, I still need to call Brooklyn to see how therapy has been for Mark this week. And I have to see if Damien wants to” “You should ask Mr. Mayor that at the party, that way Mark won’t be suspicious.” Your partner winked. “Aren’t you the sneaky one?” You teased, grabbing your phone again. “Hey Mark? Yeah, it was a client, I need to head down to the office, someone’s suspicious about ‘who Damien chose as to be city councilors’. City councilors are elected, not chosen by the mayor, and now I have to deal with the idiot.  No no, I’m still coming, actually I had a favor to ask… Would you mind if I gave speech the morning after?” Your partner snickered, so you threw a couch pillow at them. “I’ve had a few drinks with you before, Mark. Of course it’s going to be an overnight thing. It’s just a little announcement, you’ll find out later. You’re going to love it, I promise.. Alright, I’ll see you Friday. Later Mark.”“Do you think it’ll work?” Your fiance asked, biting their lip. “Of course it will, even if he doesn’t seem happy at first, any kid of yours will grow on him.” You teased back.You would never lie to your partner, but even when you reassured them that their idea was a good one…….That unsettling feeling you got when you hung up on Mark never left..

Your fiance drove you to Mark’s manor, silently. They seemed to have picked up on your apprehension as well.

“Having second thoughts?” They said, risking a glance at you. You had been staring out the window, watching the city blur with the trees as you drove through the wooded area.

“I just…. Something feels wrong, why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?”

“I bet it’s because Brooklyn threatened to tell Mark that you’ve been spying on him. It’s almost as if you love him more than me.” Your fiance joked. “I AM NOT SPYING, I’M JUST WORRIED ABOUT HIM!” You shrieked, slapping their arm lightly. “Hey, no roughhousing, I’m driving here!” They said. “Just, relax okay? Everything will be fine, I’ll pick you up Monday morning.” “And I’ll call you everyday.” You promised.

They leaned over to give you a kiss and rested their forehead against yours. “We’re here.” They said, smiling at you. “I noticed.” You replied, not moving to take off your seat belt. “Stay safe, I love you.” “I love you too, Alex.”

Mark stood there in shock, his mouth agape. “Wait, Alex was your fiance? The kid you were always talking to between scenes, that’s this world’s Alex, aren’t they?”

You nodded, any sounds that tried to surface were just strangled sobs.

“Why would you torture yourself like that?” Mark whispered, slowly approaching you like the wounded animal you were.

Had your mind been clear, you would have heard Alex cry out in shock, you would have heard Jay grab them and hold them back as they cried.

But you didn’t hear them, your heart was hurting and all you could see was the core of all your pain getting closer.

You pointed your gun at his feet and shot around him, and just like Damien, he stepped back. He didn’t look scared though, he looked concerned.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT MARK! IF YOU HAD JUST WAITED ONE DAY, YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A GODFATHER, DAMIEN WAS SUPPOSED TO OFFICIATE THE WEDDING, WE COULD ALL BE ALIVE AND HAPPY INSTEAD OF STEALING BODIES AND TRICKING SOULS.” You screamed, raising your gun to his face.

“….All? What happened to you, (Y/N)? Did you…?”

“The Colonel shot me after I tried to take his gun because he had just shot Detective Abe, I fell over the railing because I was shot at point blank.”

Mark was at a loss for words, he had come here expecting to confront Damien, whom Mark knew was following him. He didn’t expect to see you.

“After that, Celine and Damien came to me in the upside down, they asked if they could share my body so they could live on and protect the Colonel from you. I was an idiot and I let them, they tried to trap me in a mirror, but I escaped.”

Mark slowly turned to Damien, “You stole their body?! What… why? How could you do that, Damien? (Y/N) was the only one of us who had done nothing wrong, I don’t understand…”

“Because I had no use for them.” Damien said, his face impassive.

Your shoulders trembled when you heard this, “No use? What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, your voice barely above a scratchy whisper.

“Exactly as I said, I had no use for you. You lacked the motivation to get revenge, you’ve shown this already as you refuse to shoot one of us. Even your body is weak, it falls apart everyday. It’s pathetic, just like you.”

Your eyes watered, even though your anger you had hoped Damien was only trying to protect you. 

Thathewasstillgoodandkindbuthe’sevilyoucan’ttrusthimyoucan’ttrustanyonewhywhywhywhywhy What’s going on?! Who’s talking, please calm down we can still figure this out- B̶̢e̴ s̛i͘҉ĺe̶n͝t҉

“I…. I’m not pathetic! I held out for this long, didn’t I?” “Prove it then,” Damien said, sweeping his arm to the side and pointed at Mark. “Go on, p̢r͠o̷͏vè ̷i͢t̸̀ t̀o͘ ̴͘m͠e̶ that you have the guts to kill him.

Your eyes darted frantically between the two, Mark was shaking his head, begging you not to do it. Suddenly the both of them were insisting that you kill the other.

To choose. To finally decide which one you hated more, to use your final bullet on the one who truly deserved it.

Who had made the most mistakes? Foolishly followed orders, and made promises they couldn’t keep? Who was truly the worst, most vile and pathetic out of all of them? No…. Nononononono PUT THE GUN DOWN NOW- ……… I’m sorry.

You smiled as you broke yet another promise, you pushed out your host just like how Damien had to you, and Mark to Damien. Your bones almost immediately started breaking again, but unlike Mark and Damien’s circumstances, the body wasn’t dead when you joined it. You still had a few minutes.

You raised the gun one last time, eyes darting between Mark and Damien. Both must be aware that this would be the last time they’d see you.

If only they knew, but even if they did, it was too late.

Slowly, you turned the gun around and pressed it against your temple, smiling serenely at the pair. Mark eyes widened and he started frantically shaking his head, as if that would stop you.

Time seemed to have slowed down around you, but your movements were quick. You ignored the horrified shrieks as you closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath.

“(Y/N)!!!! PLEASE DON’T, DON’T DO THIS PLEASE PLEASE LISTEN TO ME-” Alex screamed from behind you, desperately pulling away from Jay who had dropped his arms in shock.

“Forgive me Alex,” You whispered, sitting up straight as you readied yourself to pull the trigger. “Forgive me for not coming home to you,” You opened your eyes and looked Damien dead in the eye. “I’m sick of playing as the puppet, Damien. I don’t have to choose between the options you gave me, there’s always another choice, and this one is mine.” Mark and Alex lunged for you at the same time, both aiming to snatch the gun away from you, but it was too late.

A single shot rang out and your arm dropped to the ground, the very last thing you saw wasn’t a cruel reminder of your failures, your lost love, or a man who who had broken before you could fix him. For the first time in what could very well have been centuries, you saw the clouds part above you and reveal the sun. It shone and sparkled like diamond, the image searing itself into your mind even as everything faded away.

Maybe now you could finally be at peace.

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This is not the end

@ego-protection-squad @sassy-in-glasses @greyumi@egoimagines @slim-jims @splatoon-jim @bitten1ce @sleepyfan-blog @snowelfxx @silver-owl413  

#adwm #wkm #fanfic #damien #darkiplier #mark #markiplier egos #actor!mark #reader insert #trigger warnings #attempted suicide #depression #successful suicide #read at your own risk #There's Always Another Choice

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Just my thoughts on death note NETFLIX movie

So i watched the death note movie last night and GOOD LORD it was bad I mean if i had never seen the original I might have actually liked it but since I have there was so many plot holes and scences were missing most not even all of charters were off and a bunch of other stuff

(I’M CURRENTLY REWATCHING THE ORIGINAL SERIES )

Side note sorry for the spelling errors and missing words I wrote all of these at 12-3 in the morning

Holy shit this is so American right off the bat

3 cop cars lights blazing with in the first minute

Pft light Turner ( is he related to timmy Turner from fairy odd parents

Kay so misa is a cheerleader now ?kool I guess

Light Turner:that smart guy who dose other people’s math home work

Creeper stop looking at the cheerleaders creep

So misa is the head bitch of the cheer team?

In case if you forgot where the movie took place, there is a highschool/collage football team practicing with the cheerleaders neer by

Oh misa smokes now also during practice?also also where the hell did the cigeret come from and how is fit already lit?

Boy notices girl (I bet they are going to do it later on in the movie ()

“Fuck I think she likes me even though we probley never met before ” look

Edgy title sequences with flashing different colours

+ Roll credits

None of the T’s are side ways nor upside down

Oh shit rave time

Oh shit sudden winds

Did she inhale he cigeret ?

Oh geez the note book has fallen from the sky

Oh shit right its right beside me

Let’s grab it

Roll credits

Now it’s raining suddenly everyone run away

Bullies sucks

Classic I’m gonna beat up up and steal your money

Girl tries to be tough only to be pushed by the bully and guy yells out after catching her “DON’T TOUCH HER”

OH SHIT SMART GUY HAD BEEN HANDING OUT ANSWERS TO PEOPLE

smart guy tries to make the principal see the bigger picture of things for students

Why did light lose his mom at a young age

In the anime he had his mother why the odd detail of a lost one to justify the guy HANDING out answers to people and to be edgy ????

Kool girl can’t talk to the edgy guy of the school

Random ass jumpscare Falling asleep in detention cliques

Why did you have to push all the books off the desk you could have placed them on the desk either side of you? Also why all the books anyways ?

At least they kept the rules of the book right

Why dose the writing end here ?

Holy fuck flashing lights,damn it the power when out why?

WHAT THE FUCK MARBLES

Why are there millions of marble in here in a glass jar some where back there

“Anyone there” clique

What’s with the millions of jars in the front or back of the class??

WHAT or who knocked this over?

AH BIG SPIKY THING

HOLY FUCK IT LOOKED AT ME

*nocks a shelf down by falling into it from fear*

Random winds indoors

Locked door when shits going down clique

Light Turner is a little bitch

Screams for a whole minute quite to look at shit flying around the class room screams like a little bitch again

Oh shit everything stoped and this room is a mess I’m going to be untroubled for this

My Apple has been ate *dun dun dun*

Ah A DISIMBODY VOICE

Main character thinks they are sleeping in a odd senerior clique

“Eight foot demon lookin mother fucker” -light Turner

Was just freaking out a second ago but listens to what the “Eight foot demon lookin mother ” has to say and dose the thing he says to do

Oh shit that chick is getting bullied what do I do?

“Let’s kill them by writing their name in this ‘death note ”

God damn I know you want this person to die but by decapations that’s a little fucked up mate

I was right God damn, that’s disturbing! A fucking lader to the face , it didn’t even take the head completely off just where the mouth separates

Also the girl and that guy now needs some deep mentle health help now that shits gonna stay with them forever now

OH DAMN SON THAT’S NOT RIGHT

Oh shit I was talking to the demon lookin mother fucker and now he gone but the powers back on and the class room is a mess

-12 minute mark

Oh look the book I just used to kill that dude like just pick this back up and act like nothing happened

Awkward dinner with my father (OH shit wait where’s lights little sis?) With a earth quake happening at the same time

Mubble mubble? Mumble . Mumble mumble mumble? Mumble mumble? JUST SPEAK CLEARLY PLEASE

SO the mom got ran over and died and apparently talking about this makes light angry as hell?

Time to use the death note to write that guys name down or wait what don’t trust ryuk?

AH DEMON IN MY CLOSET

Let’s toss a Apple in here

“2 days? Wow your fingers are huge ”

Causal steals evidence from the folder of your dead mom’s case

Out of pure spite I’m gonna kill the one who killed my mother

That felt good

WHAT THE FUCK Hollywood I get it more blood the better but god damn vomitting blood after falling neck first onto a knife that’s just gross and yes shocking but ewwwwww

Fuck ryuk looks fucking creepy as fuck,

Also why is ryuk so sinnicual in this in the anime he’s just like to as you want I’ll be right here eating all of the apples

Let’s read this thing out in public no one will notice except my crush

Cheer leader girl is kinda messed up

Oh wow your name is Mia,U COULD HAVE KEPT THE NAME MISA

-22 minute mark

“ I can’t tell you what this is but if you really want to know lemme tell you all about it”

Girl thinks u are batshit crazy son

Out of everything they kept the hostage scene ???

Oh damn you killed a man I believe everything you say and do now

Back to the whole sub plot of mommy died now I’m emotionally dead inside and now I have this book I can feel something now

“ Let us make a new world light”

Takes the lady up to his room and I told you they were gonna fuck

“Lets kill every one bad to fine the good”

“ be named kira” “why kira ? What dose it mean ?” “I means light in Celtic or Russian like that ” ^— it means killer in the translation to English or to (*キラキラ*) shine/glitter in japanese you twat also Russian yes but it means like the sun And no way is it even close to having a Celtic background it’s Greek meaning lady

Okay they kept the prison scene but to a minimum

Why the fuck is L at the scene of the crime??? Why didn’t they cast him like the fans wanted, who cares about a diverse cast , we want the quirks of the actual charter to be shown

If they cut out the whole tennis since I’m gonna be sad and if they do the whole tough black guy thing I’m gonna be really upset with the character

What’s with the random ass song ???

No really wtf

A SINGLE SONG PUTS THE GREATEST DETIVE TO LIVE ASLEEP DON’T LET ANYONE KNOW ABOUT IT

WHERE’S MY OLD MAN WATARI WHAMMY ?

dose the dad even have a name or naw

Wahhh that was watari singing that random add song??? Why is he japanese he was a English gentalman(kinda)in the anime ????

WHAT NO WHY?

L IS A CLEAN FREAK NO CANDY IS SPLIT NO WHERE WHY YOU NO SIT CORRECT KNEES TO YOUR CHIN FEET ON THE FLOOR GOD DAME IT

but hey you have the room of which they meet in so I guess that’s cool or are you gonna gloss over that and not show the task force guys ?

Apparently talking about killing people gives Mia a boner good to know

NO TASK FORCE ? THE FUCK

JAMES TURNER WHY?????

OMG JUST EAT THE ICE CREAM YOU DICK

L WHAT NO THIS ISN’T HOW THAT HAPPENED THE PUT A FAKE

WHAT ABOUT THE SHINIGAMI EYES MOTHER DUCKED? WHERE S REM? MISA SHINIGMA WHAT ABOUT HER HUH? YOU MISSES A CRUSAL PLOT POINT DUMBASSES

ALSO IT WAS OVER A LEADERS CONFRENACE OF HEAD POLICE FORCE PEOPLE NOT A TYPICAL ONE COME ALL REPORTER MEET AND GREET

NO VOICE MODOFACATIONS EAITHER??? REALLY?

Hahaha they kept the stalking of light

WHAT THE FUCK happened

Let’s do all live interviews with a mass killer on the lose

Let’s drop all of the f bombs man screw ratings

WHO MADE RYUK THE GOD OF ALL SHINIGMAS? DID THEY NOT LOOK AT DEATH NOTE THIRTEEN? ALSO WHO MADE THIS BOOK?

LET’S JUST BE DICKS IN PUBLIC TO EACH OTHER

UM WHAT IS HAPPING

NO NO NO NO NO NO

THE DEATH NOTE DOSENT WORK LIKE THAT YO,U CAN’T KILL OFF THE ONE CHARATER THAT LEADS TO SOMETHING IMPORTANT ASLO MIA YOU MORE USELESS THAN THE CHARTER MISA AT LEAST SHE HAD THE SHINIGAMI EYES AND HAD A NPTE BOOK OF HER OWN AND ACTUALLY DID THINGS

WHAT THERE IS NO RULE 89 Its FAKE you idiot There’s only 6ish rules and they have the simplest of loop holds but misa can see them too she knows more than you do about the death note light Turner

Uh no what the hell is st.martains orphanage in Montauk IT WAS WHAMMYS ORPHANAGE IN LONDON ENGLAND WHERE MELLO,MATT AND N AND I GUESS BB LIVED AND WORKED ON BECOMING THE NEXT L BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT

??? Rochester wards what the hell is that??? I mean yeah sure yeah you got that part right about becoming great detectives but it was only yo become a sucesor to L Because he had a few months to live or whatever the time ACTUALly was

????? Now this is bull shit locking children away to make them stay sane? To be come a great deftective and the rest of which you are saying is shit , La in his thirty or so cause MATT and mello and near are all in their 20s or a wee bit older

Fuck this movie man

L looks so week in this like yeah watari is basically L’S father and what not but the guy I know and looked up to is being please as a guy who can’t do anything for him self watari this watari that I get it but there are things of which I don’t get about this portrale why dose he sleep for — amount of hours when we takes cat naps through out the day OKAY THIS TAKES THE FUCKING CAKE L IS RESTRICTED BY A POLICE OFFICER THIS MAN KNOWS HOW TO EVERY FIGHTING TECHNIQUE LNOWN TO MAN BUT GOD FORBID A OFFICER TAKES HIM DOWN AND HEY LET’S TAKE THE MOST MENTAL STABLE MAN EVER AND TURN HIM INTO A NEVIOUSE MESS

SO WAIT NO TRAPS IN THE ROOM NO PENCILE IN THE DOOR NO GOOD FUCKING PARTS TO THE ORIGINAL YOU PEICE OF GARBAGE CREATER

THE ORIGINAL HAD A BETTER SOUND TRACK AND NOT SOME CHEEP OVER USED SCARY MOVIE BMG

THAT’S HOW WATARI DIES IN THIS SHITTY VERSION A SAD PATHTIC DEATH

WHAT THE FUCK there are no rules you twat

This movie honestly broke my heart turned L into a shallow mess of a characterwhich made him look so week skipped a bunch a details that made the anime what it was it slipped over MAT,mello and near and the final battle at the end misa sucked a lot the final scene really is the point where ryuk writes lights name in the book but booboo Mia had to write it and blah blah blah I AM THE FINAL BATTLE AND THERE IS 21:48 LEFT TO THIS SERISE WHAT THE FUCK IF GONNA HAPPEN??? WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENES

NO BOTH OF THEM DIES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME THAT’S HOW THIS SHIT ENDS OH WAIT NO SINCE LIGTS PAPER GOT BURNT IN A FIRE MEANS THE BITCH OH LIGHT ISN’T KIRA BECAUSE HE SAW HIS NAME A PAPER AND THESE DOSNENT HAPEN BECAUSE OF THIS AND THAT YOU MESSED UP BIG TIME MOVIE ALSO FUCK THE THE RULE OF WHO EVER TOUCHES THE NOTE BOOK SEES SHINIGAMI

FUCK THIS MOVIE TO THE FULLEST EXTENT THIS DID NO JUSTICE YOU THE ORIGINAL THIS WAS TERRIBLE AND I VERY MUCHED HATES HOW THE ENDING TURNES OUT FUCK YOU ADAM WINGARD AND ALL THOSE WHO HELPEd make this

Side note

WHO the hell comes into someone’s house and is all like HI yeah I know I don’t live here but gtfo the adults need to speak

#death note #netflix #i wasted so much time #please don't let this go mainstream please #for the love of god

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here the FAWK she ( the semi-finished masterlist of all my characters ) is ! took way too long but hopefully as you proceed to click on the linque below you’ll know why smh but yep ! i’ll be adding their pages on my account when i’m done with them soon i hope and maybe come back with a bunch of connections for each character but for now this is all i got & smash this like or im me for plots i’d love to get on those finally xx

reintroducing amanda wheeler;  intro & info page.

queen of irony. rich post- faux country gal who’s a loud homosexual and writes hetero fics/has an indie het smut for the absolute shits and giggles. dates a married woman she’s utterly in love with and will pull the life support cord for. said to be possessed by a possessed flapper. cute and knows it even though she looks like a republican. socially open & everywhere. morally grey.

reintroducing imogen yates; intro & info page. ( tw violence )

the grey area between your mom friend and your drunk aunt. happily vegan & owns a vegan restaurant called the fork, alt. the vegan cult’s lair. won’t kill you, but will convince you she really wants to. local brat tamer. minds her business via minding others. clashed head-first into nature’s very own reset button: amnesia. used to be satan and traumatized everyone. disgustingly active and accomplishing.

reintroducing ethan holland; intro & info page. ( tw suicide )

he is a sk8r boi, she said see ya later boy ( and meant it. they’re dating now. hey lourdes ! ) a nice person, so nice he doesn’t realize how fake he sounds/is. a certified headass. previously a bully/bully enabler, current guilty fuck. #torn. does the most for his loved ones. doesn’t remember his own birthday. googled foot fetishes once. trolls stan twitter with his fake selena gomez stan account when tumblr crashes. burned a sue of cide note with his name scribbled on it.

reintroducing sebastian miller; intro & info page ( tw violence )

kazimer sokolov whom. russian ex-cult member well-adjusted into a mundane life via lies, a fake canadian accent he’s ‘trying to get rid of’, being a twilight saga aficionado and a dickwad, a lame record store and a tumblr blog to keep himself sane by maintaining a general aesthetic and shitting on people and every discourse out there. knives/books sniffer. allegedly fucked a moose. probably kinkshames as a way to deal with his own “kinks” aka please keep the dead bodies away. ( im kidding i swear but [redacted] )

reintroducing prudence zima; intro & info page ( tw death )

parents died in a fire when she was two months old and it shows. idolizes avril lavigne & her favorite movie is lords of dogtown for aesthetics references. dude. social leech or effortless networker ? both. remains in her lane regardless. cry-types probably. here for a good time, not a long time. steals your stash and smokes you out with it. avid dick connoisseur. minimum effort lifestyle. either on her way to become a manager of some one hit wonder band that finds it’s demise in a freak accident, a drug dealer or god forbid, a guidance counselor; depends. mild cool girl syndrome. 

reintroducing jennifer meade; intro & info page ( tw death, violence and abuse )

bi/pussy muncher and proud misandrist, first and foremost. remembers killing her brother very fondly. the one girl in a room to call when you want to kill a bug and you’re relieved until she kills it with her bare hand. tops. unstable & chaotic evil, respectively. the ginger devil. biased and has her minion whom she invests a great deal of her time in brain washing and obsessing over. supposedly here to make amends but that’s not happening any time soon.

reintroducing margot williams; intro & info page ( tw mental illness )

deserves better. very gay. all her friends are heathens xtra, take it slow. corrects typos in the gc. a nerdy editorial assistant daydreaming about publishing houses instead of the magazine she works for. lowkey shy and she’s angry about it. goes off if she must. jacks off to #knowledge and yuri anime. helps with homework and essays and takes the kids out. deadpan because we’re original but she swears it’s just the face & unresolved trauma. stans her therapist. unofficial older sister.

reintroducing chandler accardi; intro ( re-written ) & info page

needs to do better. dropped out of college for culinary school then dropped out of that too. was engaged to an absolute goddess he ultimately wronged ( with her damn best friend, bitch disgostin* ) and got kicked out to the curb. currently residing in the couch of his sister until things are resolved. thot-by-default & annoying. has like three ( 3 ) redeeming qualities. has never been told to shut up and it shows. works at buzzfeed.

reintroducing abel gautier; intro & info page

french and “confused”. lives a minimalist n’ expensive life. if american psycho & french kiss were the same movie. wine sniffer. the devil bakes croissants. will watch you die. takes grudges to the afterlife. gets attached but either ruins it or ruins it to spare everyone, himself included. falls in love a lot but knows how to calm the fuck down. very giving, fortunately. manipulative but isn’t too wild about bending everything to his will. 

reintroducing simini gale; intro & info page ( tw abuse, violence & mental illness )

token white actress & character in rosie’s show. [ britney vc ] its me.... against dissociation. a loud mess with an intense mental state and anger issues dulled out by her prescribed meds and whatever pill she got in the bottom of her manager’s purse. dependent and distraught about it. grocery shopping for garbage food and attending comedy stand up shows half drunk as a hobby. stable ? where. very nice and super flighty. heels are hot. wishes she could fight someone without feeling the urge to actually fight someone. 

reintroducing calvin o’shea; intro & info page ( tw mental illness )

it’s not just the depression more than the incredible self hatred. walks into rooms with his bad energy, grumpy mood and cunty attitude. graduated college just to shut his dad up. wants to die harder than edward cullen. just doesn’t give a shit. has a baby named freddie mercury ( also known as the antichrist, with alanis, his mortal literal enemy whom he absolutely despises and will not hesitate to put his dick back in again lbr ) who will probably grow up to talk shit about his parents whom he also mentioned in his tell-all book on ellen. works at his family’s bookstore that sucks the life energy out of college students nearing a mental breakdown.

reintroducing isabel pavia; intro & info page ( tw drug use )

contemporary dances her feelings away. too ambitious for her own good but knows what she’s doing. in a goth ass secret society ( here ) a.k.a her new found purpose. knows everything eventually. oddly trustworthy. doesn’t know what speaking loudly is, let alone yelling. loves the moon & has that moon app. had to take painkillers when she twisted her ankle very badly and would take them for a while for stress and performance reasons, but has stopped. a quiet angel. 

reintroducing anastasia zeller; intro & info page

ambitious/multi-talented asshole. horror trash & an emotional/mental maze which translates well into her weird works on no sleep reddit and current horror comedy podcast. ( click here for info ). needs a therapist according to a friend, whom she dropped for saying that. will bite your head off. obsessed with her works to an unhealthy point. would love to establish a company and stuff out of it and is working on that. healthy relationships are a semi-foreign concept.

reintroducing morgan booker; intro & info page ( tw death )

vape-curious and takes photos of ghost towns and abandoned-everythings because #vision. had a roadtrip phase like the fake deep idiot he is. morally grey. genuinely here for a good laugh and spreading joy in the form of hover-friendships and taking lit candids of his friends. knows shit and comes off as a creep sometimes but does he really care. knows your mom’s name. lives in a disused hospital bc he’s marinating on that aesthetic. 

reintroducing bowie harmon; intro & info page ( tw drug use & abuse )

part of a duo in a web series as the anxious n’ cackling mess. showcases her depressión & anxieté by her colorful wigs n’ new hair dyes. painful receptionist at a tattoo parlor. recovering addict who advocates for drug use. thinks tattooing a ruler on someone’s dick one day would be the peak of her accomplishments as a tattoo artist. daily bad decisions. “ it’s complicated. ” when asked about literally any relationship she has with anyone in her life. traumas include her failed singing career. an ex viner-by-association.

reintroducing shaheen bin baz; intro & info page ( tw violence & mental illness )

the physical deception of going through hell in a short amount of time with zero mental durability to begin with during midterms. trigger-anxious. will shoot your toes off your foot if caught off guard. aided in criminal operations with the brilliance of his mind in codes. would not mind dying. seasons your food. waters his crops in his balcony garden. the grey area between a super laidback dude and a crackhead with violent tendencies. nearing a mental breakdown probably. 

reintroducing minka abbott-santos; intro & info page ( tw abuse )

defeats the evil stepmom stereotype one breath at a time. the human embodiment of a deer. gothic angel. alarmingly gets black swan. type to wake up to her staring at you from an armchair across the room, but lovingly, with a book she was reading in hand and two hot cups of tea; she was waiting to start the day with you. spooky until you get to know her and even more spookier when she’s ( note: calmly ) pissed but that’s extremely rare. gentle voice, soul and everything.

reintroducing reuben faulkner; intro & info page ( tw abuse & violence  )

rekt hell prince. lived in an amish community with his family until he got kidnapped away from home when he was seven into an awful living situation. doesn’t remember if the gas leak that happened five years later and killed everyone was his doing or not. knows where his real family is after months of tracking them down but. blood kink under investigation. shady bouncer at a shady club. has issues he has no care or time to diminish. fights for the shits and giggles. leaves texts at read. leaves you alone for your own good and his own sanity. 

reintroducing alexandra turunen;  info page

wants to do everything and be everything and doesn’t know what to do with herself ( read: post-graduation identity crisis ) currently investing in a motorcycle for no reason. essentially jobless. a “retired” kathryn merteuil who “outgrew” her cunning ways since highschool but really only found new socially destructive interests. appears to be self-possessed but she’s #shaken. doesn’t care about how well she presents herself anymore after getting rejected by four universities and refusing to accept her father’s offer to pull some strings to get her in one. sleeps a lot. 

reintroducing giuseppe del vecchio;  info page ( tw death & drug use  )

goes by pepe because well. son of italian oil peeps & is extra. said to be in a cult when all he’s in is this extra ass dining club that does the most for initiation ceremonies. ready to fall in love with you. goes to the king’s college in london and studies business & changes his minor way too often for everyone’s liking. into everything and will be down to do whatever. faux deep. mischievous shit. incredibly unbiased. had his rawrk n’ roll phase that died along with someone in a club literally. still has it but he knows god now & less drugs.

reintroducing kelian scott;  info page ( tw death & drug use  )

a father/father figure who tries™. runs a mechanic shop/chop shop because bad decisions and dire needs ( had his son to send to school and his daughter who passed away due to a disease he couldn’t afford to treat even after turning his shop into a chop shop. his wife then left him ). stares into the distance. wants the best for the kids but one of them is a junkie ( he doesn’t know yet ) and the other -- his niece -- is an orphan he’s worried about. thinks ahead 24/7. needs to pull out of this dull n’ depressing daily routine he has fallen into like the basic ass divorced dad he is. 

reintroducing sal presley;  info page

smexy trace & fingerprint detective. talks. the perfect illusion to bring home to your parents and friends. gets shit done which is both a good thing and a bad thing. looks calm, collected n’ well-rested but isn’t. his actual name is salvatore but no. knows how to mix drinks and more; used to showcase his multi-talented ass to make his ( currently ex ) fiancée look good now just himself. was engaged three times; two of those times with the same person. obsessive; gets into his job a little too intensely for no reason but #justice and maybe something else whom knows. loses sleep at least two nights a week as a habit at this point. has an extended family back home he misses occasionally. wishes he could calm down truly. 

#smoke:intros #FINALLY RISING HOLY SH- #ill do some plotting n hopefully get on replies soonish hell yea lets GO!

[debussyanddarcy]

AU Prompt: "You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend's place and I should call the cops but my cat likes you so????" unrequited plisetsuki please : D ?

to preface this: this probably is not what you wanted when you asked for this, but, uh, this is what happened?

ANYWAY I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY TODAY

Somebodyis in the apartment.

Yuriis a light sleeper by nature, so the quiet pitter-patter of feet across hiswooden apartment floors jolts him out of sleep quickly. What the ever-loving fuck,really, it’s not even like there’s anything valuable in his apartment. Yuri’s abroke college student; the most valuable thing in his possession is his damn MacBook.

(Viktor’shalf of the apartment is a different story.)

Still,it’s not like he’s going to sit around and let this asshole raid his fridge, orworse, steal his phone, so he grabs a baseball bat from his closet andcreeps out of his room, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. Yuri is—okay, a little smallfor his age, but Viktor had once told him that his tiny body contained the rageof a dozen Russian pro-wrestlers. Yuri thinks it’s the nicest thing Viktor’sever said to him.

Yuripeers into the expanse of the apartment and finds a single, flickering light inthe kitchen. He stealthily tiptoes across the floor, baseball bat clutchedtightly in his fists, to find that, what the hell, this bastard is actuallyfucking raiding his fridge.

“That’smy pirozhki, asshat!” he snarls, ready to swing his bat when theintruder turns around.

Shit, Yuri thinks. It’s BeautifulInternational Student Yuuri Katsuki.

Whichis stupid, because Yuri himself is an international student, and he isgoddamned beautiful, okay, but Yuuri Katsuki’s beauty is legendary,well-known even to the undergraduates. He’s a doctoral student in the biochemistrydepartment, and can often be seen slogging through the quad in a faded graytracksuit, hair unkempt, glasses slipping down his nose, leaving broken heartsand forlorn sighs with every step he takes.

Butright now, Beautiful International Student Yuuri Katsuki is crouched in frontof his refrigerator, biting into Yuri’s painstakingly baked pirozhki, faceflushed, eyes suspiciously red.

 “Whatthe fuck,” Yuri says intelligently. “Are you—are you crying?”

 “N—no,”Yuuri hiccups. “Why would I—why would I—” He bursts into tears.

Yuri—doesnot panic. He just—well, bounces around on his feet a little, flailing. Thebaseball bat slips from his grasp and rolls noisily along the floor. “Forgetit!” he yelps. “You can eat all the pirozhki you want! Here! Heat it up! Whyare you eating it cold?”

Hegrabs the plate from Yuuri’s hands and sticks it in the microwave. He shoveshis hands in his pockets just to give them something to do. Behind him, Yuuriis still sniffling quietly. The sound makes his stomach clench uncomfortably,and he casts around for something to say.

“Whatthe hell’s the matter with you?” he asks gruffly, eyes still fixed on themicrowave timer.

Yuurisighs. “Think I’m drunk,” he informs him, voice wavering.

Ofcourse Beautiful International Student Yuuri Katsuki would be a Sad Drunk, Yurithinks. “Do you barge into strangers’ apartments whenever you are intoxicated,”he deadpans. 

“No.”Yuuri frowns, going cross-eyed. It’s not adorable at all, which is why Yuristealthily slips his phone out of his pocket and snaps a picture. “Was lookingfor—Phichit?”

“He’stwo doors down,” Yuri tells him, unamused.

Yuuri’slower lip actually trembles. The sight of it makes Yuri feel things,which is utterly unacceptable. So he does the logical thing, which is to takethe plate of pirozhki out of the microwave and shove one into Yuuri’s mouth.

Yuuribites, chews, and swallows. His eyes light up. “Oishi!” he proclaims,and teeters off into unintelligible Japanese. Yuri tries, and fails not topreen. He put that look of ecstasy on Beautiful International StudentYuuri Katsuki’s face.

Hejoins Yuuri on the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest. Sasha comespattering in, fluffy tail high in the air. He clambers into Yuri’s lap, andYuri scratches him behind the ears, watching Yuuri devour his plate ofpirozhki.

 “So,”Yuri begins. “Why are you drunk?” 

Yuuriopens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again. “There is not enough alcohol in meto tell you that story,” he says gravely.

Yuriscoffs as he gracefully gets to his feet, Sasha tucked securely in his arms. “Well,you broke into the right apartment.”

 *

  Inthe end, it comes to down to Viktor fucking Nikiforov.

Ofcourse it does.

Threeshots of vodka in (taken from Viktor’s most expensive bottle, Yuri thinks with relish) andYuuri has taken off his hoodie, his shirt, and one sock. Yuri tries not to lethimself get distracted by the lines of Yuuri’s chest and abs, but he’s onlyhuman.

“Ijust,” Yuuri says, hiccupping. “I love him so much?”

Yuritwitches.

“Heis so beautiful?” Yuuri is saying, and Yuri clutches Sasha closer to his chest.“And he is so brilliant. He is. He is. Beautifully brilliant. Brilliantlybeautiful. And today, I. I just wanted to wish him luck at his conference. He’sgoing to Munich, you know,” he adds in an undertone, and Yuri rolls his eyes.“But he. He didn’t even know who I was.” Yuuri’s eyes grow very, very wide.“We’ve been in the same department for two years. We’ve been to the samemixers. We’ve been to some of the same conferences, even, I.” Yuuri hangs hishead. “I thought he at least knew my name.”

“Viktoris an asshole,” Yuri says, “who has his head stuck so far up his own ass thathe can see out of his mouth. 

Yuuriblinks at him.

“Weall notice you, dumbass,” Yuri says, refusing to make eye contact. Sashamewls, stretching out on his lap. “You don’t need his—his approval, orwhatever, to feel like you’re worth something.”

Silence.

Andthen: the sniffles.

“Ohmy god,” Yuri hisses. “Are you actually crying again.”

“You’reso nice,” Yuuri wails, and Sasha, the traitor, leaps off Yuri’s lap tobutt his head against Yuuri’s knee.

Yuriscowls and reaches for the bottle of vodka.

It’sempty.

Fuck my life, he thinksfeelingly.

  *

 Viktorwakes up bleary-eyed to a text from Yuri on his phone.

Thereis a picture: it’s fuzzy, and lit very poorly, but Viktor can tell that it’shis room. His bed, to be precise, and the outline of a distinctly male figurelying on his rumpled sheets. 

Followedby a video: “I think Viktor is the best.” The sound is grainy, and the personspeaking trails off so that Viktor has to strain to hear. But his eyes arelovely and his lashes are long and dark, the curve of his nose delicate in thedim lighting. “His research on male-pattern baldness is unparalleled and also Ithink he has a great ass.”

Apause as the angle of the camera changes, and Viktor is greeted with Yuri’sunimpressed face. “If you—” Yuri pauses, stumbling a little. “If you make himcry ever again, I will evisc—evisce—rip your intestines out and feed them toSasha and then I will dance over your corpse while waving your decapitatedhead on a stick in front of your weeping mother.” 

Hehiccups and falls over, snoring.

Oh,Yura, Viktor thinks fondly. Always so passionate about life.

 YOU: who is that lovely boysleeping in my bed?

YURA:fuckoff

YOU:you arequite overprotective

YURA:if youdon’t know him already you don’t deserve to know him asshole

YURA: btw your vodka’s all gone

YURA: fucker

 Viktorsets his phone on the bedside table thoughtfully. This clearly requires furtherinvestigation.

 *

  Viktorofficially meets Beautiful International Student Yuuri Katsuki two days later.

Itis terrible for everyone (read: Yuri Plisetsky) involved.

 *

 Atthe end of every winter semester, the Comparative Literature Departmentpublishes a collection of short essays, stories, and poems created lovingly by theirsleep-deprived and caffeine-addicted students. The pieces vary in nature, andare hand-selected by a committee of professors before making it into the finalcopy.

ProfessorBaranovskaya, widely known for her no-nonsense, scathing critiques, who putsthe fear of God in the already dying souls of every university student thatwinds up in her classes, vouches for one particular piece with quiet authority.

Itmakes the first page.

 you, who enchantswithout knowing

to be the tear thatgraces your cheek

to be the drop of vodkathat slides down your throat

 I rest my head on yourknee

and sigh

  (Y.P.)

 *

 Viktortakes a screenshot and pins it to their shared fridge with a bright bluemagnet. MY YUROCHKA IS GROWING UP!!!! he annotates with a pink marker.

Yurifills all his shampoo and conditioner bottles with bright orange hair dye.  

#still don't think this is what you were after sorry #i think by the end of it i had wandered off into the cousin kid fic single parent whatever universe #i also hope i didn't accidentally steal that poem from somewhere i feel like certain lines sound familiar eeeep #ah well #let us quietly post this and forget about it post-haste #fic #yoi #yurio's awkward teenage crush #although he's possibly older now i think he's probably twenty in this one #SUPERMAN ARE YOU HAPPY #kixboxer