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silverdune · 4 months

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..humbug | prologue.

"please.. forgive the intrusion of us three festive spectres.."

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked.

..humbug masterlist | next ->

character(s): choi seungcheol, yoon jeonghan, joshua hong as the ghosts of christmas past, present and future (ft. you as scrooge, mentioned ?? svt member)

tags: retail worker!reader, reader doesn't like the holidays, 95z are sarcastic and they sorta break-in(??) (it'll make sense), banter, mild suspense, ghosts, reader gets freaked out and questions their reality, retail stores during the holidays, stress, food (eating), christmas music, past relationships/breakups, crying, angst, explicit language

word count: 4.0k

summary: you come home, stressed from your christmas eve shift and three people have shown up in your apartment. they claim they're the ghosts of christmas past, present and future, but a christmas carol is a work of fiction.. right?

a/n: i didn't expect the prologue to be this long haha but here it is. hopefully i can get the rest of this up by christmas, if not, just after?? anyways, i hope you enjoy;

Christmas Eve.

It's always dialled up to eleven on the last day before Christmas. The speakers are only playing holiday music, you've got to wear the tacky sweater and your stress levels are indisputably at their highest.

This isn't your favourite time of year by any means.

Every chance you get, you eye what seems to be the only clock in the entire store. It rings an hour before closing time, and you've got to spend a further hour clearing everything away and shutting up shop before you can spend two blissful days in solitude.

The queue for the checkouts stretches as far as the eye can see. As you pass by to take a stack of baskets back to the entrance, you can't help but take a gander at everyone's trolleys, filled to the brim with their last minute buys. It truly makes you wonder why anyone would wait until the last second to get everything in for the holidays.

The journey is slow as people go back and forth across the aisles, trying their best to gather all the stuff they could possibly need and want. Your mind is ticking over, wishing and waiting for your shift to be done with so you can go home and eat.

The stack of baskets finally end up back in the holder, and you're immediately called away to jump back on tills.

An hour becomes forty-five minutes, to half an hour, to fifteen minutes, to shutters down.

The speakers are turned off and you glance at your co-workers with a heavy sigh. One of them remarks that it's another Christmas Eve over with!

You snort to yourself and say beneath your breath, "Ain't I glad for it."

You get to work wiping down the tills, making sure everything is tidied away, and helping a few other staff members replace leftover stock from customers who could not stomach the neverending queue. Soon enough, it's time for you to go home.

You had exchanged gifts with the rest of the staff throughout the week, and as you head to your car, you wish everyone a happy holiday and new year. They shout back with more energy than your sleep deprived self could manage, and you climb into your car before starting the engine and driving home.

You keep the radio off. You had heard enough Christmas music on this day alone.

Pulling into the tiny driveway of your house sometime later, you clamber out, collecting your bag of presents from your friends at work as well as your shoulder bag. Eventually, you get it all to the front door, and upon entering the code, you almost fall into your abode and haphazardly shut the door behind you.

The bags hit the floor. Your shoes are the first thing to come flying off, followed by your hat, coat and scarf. It had started snowing recently, though thankfully none had fallen so far tonight.

Stepping into your house, you take a deep breath in then turn on all the lights. You then decide to head to your bedroom and get changed into your pyjamas. Much better.

It's almost 10pm when you start preparing dinner. Nothing too fancy or elaborate, just a quick bite to eat before you inevitably get into bed and fall into the deepest sleep imaginable. Slumber had been slipping away for days, you know you'll be thankful for the first good night's sleep in ages.

The house is quiet and still, save for the sounds of the hood fan above your stove, the clacking of pots and pans, the faucet turning on and off as you wash your hands, and the timer on your phone letting you know your meal is done.

As you plate your dinner and toss the pans into the sink, the wind picks up outside. It howls at your kitchen window, startling you a little, before you notice drops of something fall in front of the nearby streetlight.

Immediately, you think it's snow, and a quick poke of the head outside your front door confirms that theory. You hum, then go back inside before your dinner gets cold.

You take the dish into the living room and place it on the table before taking a seat on the floor. Without a second to waste, you tuck in.

The wind gets stronger with each passing minute. You figure the snow could only be getting heavier. Perhaps it's cold enough for it to stick.

Thoughts pass absent-mindedly through your head as you eat. Gotta call parents in the morning. Make sure dinner is prepared. They're coming at around 2pm. I need to tidy up a bit before they get here too.

Finishing up your dinner, you get up to grab your phone from your bag. It lets you know it's just past 11pm and your eyes widen in surprise - has time really gone that fast?

As you re-enter the living room, you ensure you have an alarm set for 9am the following morning, then pick up your plate and take it into the kitchen.

The wind grows rather fierce outside, and the howling becomes.. eerie. A blizzard hails and you wonder when it's going to calm down, if it will at all.

You clear everything up and put everything back, then wipe the countertops down. It's an extra step before you can go to bed, but you know you'll be thankful for it in the morning. Once you switch off all the lights, you head into the bathroom and brush your teeth.

The baying wind causes a noticeable raucous outside as you splash your face with warm water and turn off the faucet. The nature of it is almost otherworldly and it brings you to a halt.

Never before have your hairs stood on head at the mere appearance of a gale force wind.

You pick up your towel to dry your face, now slightly perturbed at just how forceful these gusts are.

You won't lie, it's making you feel uneasy.

Setting the towel on the side, you hurry out the bathroom to switch on one of the floor lamps so you can feel comfortable turning off the bathroom light. You're not sure why the weather is making you feel like this, but the way it's picked up in the last hour is genuinely starting to scare you.

Your mouth is a few seconds ahead of your brain when you call out, "Hello?" You shake your head slightly, unsure of where that exclamation came from.

What, do you suppose there are ghosts here?

A chuckle escapes you - surely not. It is just an incredibly powerful wind, coupled with snow. This has happened hundreds of times before, this is nothing new!

Exhaling, you turn off the bathroom light, turn off the floor lamp, then go into your bedroom. The clock reads just shy of midnight.

For some reason, this makes you pause.

A lump forms in your throat that you promptly swallow. Nothing to fear, you think, and get into bed with the promise of a wonderful night's rest.

You close your eyes, knowing you'll be off to sleep in no time..

Thud.

You jolt upright.

"What the fuck?"

You heart picks up speed. You place a hand on your chest as you try and take the deepest breaths possible.

Your shaky hand reaches out to turn on the bedside lamp. Slowly, you pull back the duvet and get out of bed, grabbing your phone in the process and switching on the torch.

Inch by inch, you trudge out of the bedroom and head in the direction of the kitchen, where you assume the noise came from. It sounded like a clattering of pans.. you don't even know what would've caused it.

But more than that, you are chilled to the bone to discover you can.. fucking hear voices?

Coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway, every sense is on high alert as you point your torch to the floor. What the fuck is going on, and who the fuck is in my house?

Assuredly not what you were expecting in the early hours of Christmas morning.

Nobody had entered the house as you were getting ready for bed. There was no break-in, no disturbances other than the loud wind, and certainly no sign that someone had managed to find another way to enter.

This is truly something else.

And what gets to you more than anything, is that as you start treading carefully towards the kitchen again, the voices become more distinctive.. and there's three of them.

Usually, a more graceful entrance through the chimney would be in order.

But where no chimney exists, the next best option is.. the oven.

"Damn it!"

"Good one, Joshua.."

"Don't look at me, Jeonghan. I'm not the one who decides to get thrown down- or I guess in this case out- first." Joshua picks himself up off the ground and dusts down his jacket. Jeonghan follows suit, then moves to brush off Joshua's shoulders before getting shooed away. "And Seungcheol's going to get a lovely entrance, I bet.."

Much to their shock - and joy - Seungcheol flies through the open oven door and lands with a thud against the kitchen island opposite.

Jeonghan and Joshua both guffaw as the latter closes the oven. "Ah, I'm almost glad I spoke too soon."

"Bastard," mutters Seungcheol beneath his breath, rubbing his head as he scrambles to his feet. "Could've helped me.."

Both Jeonghan and Joshua - whom Seungcheol unabashedly nicknames The Bothersome Brothers - look at one another then turn to Seungcheol in mock sympathy. For dramatic effect, Jeonghan gently covers his mouth with his hand as Joshua shakes his head in shame.

"Oh.. we are so sorry, forgive us, dear elder.." Jeonghan drones, hand now on his chest to feign sadness.

Seungcheol fixes them a less-than-pleased glare and rolls one shoulder back at a time to relieve some tension. "I will roast you both."

The pair fake a gasp simultaneously. "The horror!" says Joshua.

"Couldn't imagine!" follows Jeonghan, back of hand on his forehead.

"Alright, enough you two. We need to figure out where we are and who we're assisting."

The two drop the act and instantly shift into gear. "Well.." begins Joshua, putting his hands behind his back and taking a walk through the kitchen, "we're in a house.."

Jeonghan snorts. Seungcheol does not have the patience for this.

"Seriously?"

"What?" Joshua exclaims; Seungcheol's raised brow says it all. "..Fine." Out of thin air, he retrieves a large, ancient book that he opens to about the halfway point. He recites the information within back to the other men. "LN.FN. Late 20s-early 30s. Retail worker. Reason for hating the holidays.."

Shriek.

When you wander into your kitchen, you let out an earth-shattering scream.

You abruptly reach for the nearest light switch and turn it on, revealing three men standing in front of your oven, one of them fumbling to hold onto a giant book as it nearly slips out of his hands.

The flashlight on your phone gets shut off. You stare blankly at the trio, unable to fathom just why they are currently standing in your kitchen.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?" you yell, hoping to God this is either a very realistic nightmare, or that if it is real, one of your neighbours understands there are currently three intruders in your home so they can come and help you.

The man furthest to the right takes a step forward. They are all noticeably just as freaked out as you, and it befuddles you since, you know, they are the ones in your house.

"Our sincerest apologies.." He says it so intently and it's disquieting. "We did not mean to frighten you."

The man in the centre continues, "Please.. forgive the intrusion of us three festive spectres.."

The man holding the book completes the sentence, "You must be N." He smiles, and now you have to try and wrap your head around the fact that he just said your name. "It is very nice to meet you."

You are at a complete loss for words. Everything goes still as you try and make sense of all of this.

You try again with asking questions. "..Please tell me who you are and where you came from." The words leave you in a controlled yet urgent tone.

"Bizarrely, of the two queries, the latter will be the more difficult to understand.." remarks the man in the centre.

What in the- "What in the name is that supposed to mean?" you ask.

Bookkeeper answers, "What he's trying to say is that our method of arrival was both unconventional and incomprehensible."

Your head is spinning irrevocably. The walls feel like they are closing in. Everything about this is wrong and you just want to wake up from whatever sordid dream this is.

"Okay.." You try again, this time with a shaky voice. "I am going to politely ask you- in fact, no, I am going to demand that you leave my house this instant or I will call the police!" Your voice quickly reaches its peak volume and the trio are taken aback.

The first man to speak to you tries to de-escalate the situation. "We can explain why we're here!"

"And how!" says the man in the middle.

Good God, is this nightmare over already?

At that moment, the three men form a line. One by one, they introduce themselves.

"My name is Seungcheol. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."

"My name is Jeonghan, I am the Ghost of Christmas Present."

"My name is Joshua, I am the Ghost of Christmas Future."

They bow in unison.

You laugh.

They glance at one another as they lift their heads, then look over at you. Both arms are tucked across your stomach and you are fully bellowing out laughter.

Their backs straighten. Joshua tucks the book under his arm. The three exchange another glance before they turn back to you.

Once you have finally calmed down and wiped a stray tear, you come back to the room and say, "Holy shit, that is the funniest thing I've heard all year."

Jeonghan goes to speak, "Um- we're- we're afraid that it's-"

You continue chuckling, effectively interrupting him. "That is quite the cover story."

"Beg your pardon?" Joshua cocks a brow.

"All fun and games, huh? Thought you'd get a last minute steal in, and if I found you, you'd pose as the three ghosts of Christmas from the Dickens novel." A snort involuntarily escapes you at the ridiculousness of it all.

The trio perk up at that. Jeonghan mutters to them, "That author's name again!"

Seungcheol gazes at you. "Um, excuse me? Did you mention.. Dickens?"

You stop. "Yes? His famous novel, A Christmas Carol has three ghosts that show up in it: Christmas past, present and future.." Their bemused facial expressions are not lost on you. "Surely you.. must have heard of it if you're referencing the characters and literally introducing yourselves as them." You are still in disbelief over that.

"Well," Joshua begins, "to be honest, we've only heard of the novel through other visits we've done.."

"Yes, literally everyone we have interacted with has brought that story up in connection to us but we have no knowledge of it!" Jeonghan explains.

"Some have even gone as far as to say we are actually from that novel and we've come to life!" says Seungcheol.

Frozen solid to the spot you're standing on, you take a good look at three men in front of you. They are all wearing similar attire of a vintage persuasion: suits under long trenchcoats with slacks. Their hair is styled in a way reminiscent of the 40s.

This is baffling to say the least.

Festive spectres..

"Jeonghan, is it?"

Jeonghan eyes you. "Yes?"

"You mentioned you were.. festive spectres.. Is-" You cannot comprehend the fact you're going to inquire about this. "Is that.. legit?"

Jeonghan smiles. "Undoubtedly. And if you want to know the answer to your other query.. We entered through your oven."

Your jaw drops.

That's enough.

"Okay!" You enter the kitchen and go to stand behind them so you can escort them out of the house. "Thank you very much for your company, but-"

As soon as your hand brushes Joshua's shoulder, you squeal and step back.

He is frightfully cold.

The men pivot and see you standing on the other side of the kitchen, back pressed against the sink with one hand covering the other.

"Oh!" Seungcheol understands. "Yes, we are.. quite chilly." The other two catch on and nod in agreement.

Your pupils grow three sizes. "Quite chilly?" you scoff. "You're a damn glacier, fuck.."

"Again, apologies," Seungcheol quietly laughs. "Comes with the territory."

You can do nothing but stare at them; this all well beyond you at this rate.

Joshua opens the book again to the same place as before. "Your name is N.. Late 20s-early 30s.."

"Hang on a minute!" You point a finger. "How the hell do you have that information?"

"Oh! When we are assigned folks to visit during the early morn of Christmas day, we're given a basic information log on who they are and their reasons for disliking the holiday season," says Joshua with a grin on his face.

That last part throws you off. "My.. reasons for disliking Christmas?"

"Yes! A few are listed here actually.. The music, working in a retail store, putting up with distant relatives, commercialisation, consumerism, etc, etc.."

The list is all accurate, but something stings in the back of your mind. You ignore it. For now.

"Right and as the self-proclaimed ghosts of Christmas whenever, you're here to try and make me less of a Grinch?"

"Grinch..?" Joshua furrows his brow in confusion.

"We had a few people mention The Grinch, remember?" says Jeonghan, trying to poke at Joshua's memory. "He's a cartoon of a character who hates Christmas so much he tries to steal it."

"And eventually his heart grows three sizes and he learns to love the holiday and be more cheerful," you finish explaining. Now your head is spinning much faster.

It eventually registers with Joshua, "Ah! Yes, I do remember that story now. Not mentioned as frequently as the other one."

"I mean.. no surprise there, you are literally telling people you're three of the characters from that story." You rub your forehead in exasperation. Quite frankly, you're tired, stressed and just want to go back to bed.

"So, I think with all that settled, we should get to the bottom of what really upsets you about the holidays," announces Seungcheol.

Your eyes split open. Huh?

"Excuse you?"

"The real reason for your hurt at this time of year," Jeonghan informs.

"Yeah, I got that part, but the fuck?"

You are yet to find a good explanation for anything occurring right now and these three "ghosts" want to unpack all the problems?

It is still unclear if they are even telling the truth!

Joshua closes the book and sighs. "I listed many reasons, all of which are perfectly valid and understandable, but there's something much deeper."

"It has been troubling you since well.. last year," laments Jeonghan.

"And only when you confront it, can you learn to move forward," Seungcheol affirms.

Your legs nearly turn to jelly and you have to prop yourself up on the side of the sink just to remain steady.

The something much deeper?

The thing troubling you?

The thing you must confront?

You have to turn away from them.

Staring out of the window, all the memories come flooding back.

You had spent three Christmases together.

Everything was going so well. You had considered moving in together up until late last year.

That was when things got worse.

You grew ever so distant in the weeks leading up to Christmas. It was to be your fourth together and yet, by the time December rolled around, you both decided it was best if you broke it off.

No closure. No final words. No cards or gifts or well wishes from either of you.

Truly a lonely holiday.

You had of course spent it surrounded by family, but after almost four years together, it hurt to have an empty seat beside you at the dinner table.

Even waltzing around your own house reminded you of everything you shared. You'd often stay the night at each other's places.

Now it was your second Christmas apart, and despite all the time that has passed, it could still bring you to tears just thinking about it.

You often wonder what he's doing. If he ever thinks of you. It crosses your mind that he clearly hasn't, otherwise he'd pick up the phone, but the hypocrisy would be so loud, and it never stopped you from thinking about him.

With a heavy weight on your shoulders, you take a deep breath in. It occurs to you that the three ghosts have been standing behind you this entire time, and you brush a tear away before turning around.

"Sorry.." you whisper. To them? To him? To yourself? You don't know.

"It is more than okay. We are only here to help," says Seungcheol, gently.

"And if you'd like us to, we can guide you through these three different times," follows Jeonghan. "But it is up to you."

"If you wish us to leave, we shall," Joshua vows on behalf of all three of them.

Something uncanny twists in your stomach. You are unsure of when or how the atmosphere shifted but, you find yourself unable to do much else but choke a sob. They watch on sympathetically, unable to conceal their sorrow.

"How do I- kn-know that you're really those ghosts?" you sniff.

"Well, aside from the temperature, does this help you?" wonders Joshua, before he levitates the book above his palm before throwing it into the air, causing it to vanish.

You blink. "W-Wow.."

"And perhaps.." Seungcheol backtracks out of the kitchen, subtly guiding you towards the standing mirror in the hallway. You follow, and once you're standing in front of the glass, it reveals zero reflection of the man beside you.

"Oh, shit-" You can't see, but Seungcheol smirks behind you. You lift a hand to the mirror and gulp. "Okay.. So.. How would you plan on guiding me through these times?"

"I answer your question with another: who do you see before you?"

".. Not you," you joke. The trio chuckle. "But, seriously.. myself, of course."

"Yourself, when?"

"Now. Today."

"And what year is it currently?"

"..2023."

"Correct. Now.." Seungcheol lifts an arm, then moves his hand in a circle motion, causing a spiralling ripple effect on the mirror.

Your mouth gapes open and a gasp escapes. This is insane, how is this even real?

Seungcheol eventually lowers his arm. "..What do you see?"

The picture clears. You say what you see. "Christmas lights.. That's the front of my house! It's snowing.. There's someone laughing-"

The words get caught in your throat.

Wonwoo.

Your ex.

"That's.." You struggle to say his name. It's like you haven't said it in years. "..Wonwoo."

The name tastes of salt on your tongue. Or maybe that's the tears that have since started shedding with reckless abandon.

"Your ex-boyfriend, correct?"

You swallow thickly. "Y-Yes.."

The picture starts to change. It becomes so much darker. The tone is shifting. It was only a vignette of the past and yet you wish you could hold onto it for dear life.

The world becomes foggy. The words are mumbled and the voices are not defined. You shudder in your own living room, wiping your cheeks free of tears.

Seungcheol stands before you and holds his hand out.

"I stood you before the mirror, as while it does give you your reflection at present, it can also reflect so much of what has been left in the past. It acts as a window to everything that has transpired to make you who you are."

You look at him, then the mirror, then back at him.

"Take my hand, if you wish to revisit the past."

Pushing your shoulders back, you take a moment to consider whether this is a good idea.

In seconds, your hand ends up in his.

He guides you through the mirror, and as the door closes, your living room is shrouded in darkness.

Jeonghan nudges Joshua, "Admirable."

Joshua nods. "I do hope this brings them some much needed closure."

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zyrafowe-sny · 4 months

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A Manny Noceda post emerged from my queue and I will take that as a sign from the universe to actually look at my second chapter draft of Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future.

#still may hold chapters 3 and 4 until next November #but *shrug*#my Christmas season lasts till February 2nd #sometimes I write

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televinita · 3 months

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tagged by @empress-of-snark to post my recent, current, and future reads! (Which: hahahahaha! an excuse to GET LONG)

recent: Like in the last week? Love Interest by Clare Gilmore (still tap dancing between 4 stars for overall joy and 3 due to demerits); The Seat Filler by Sariah Williams (perfect hand-claspy fluff of fantasies! once I washed the author's notes out of my brain); Summer at Tiffany by Marjorie Hart (a quick but delightful read! brought to you by: "when I left this morning I thought I was just dropping my parents off at the hospital but actually I'm staying with Mom the whole time and will end up staying at the house overnight"); Penhale Wood by Julia Thomas (disappointing meh after I loved her debut).

and on audio, Texts From Jane Eyre (which is a STELLAR listening experience; it's just two narrators but they are full on voice actors bringing the literal equivalent of a script -- with no stage or other directions -- to life. While I only vaguely remember the original...blog? Twitter account? website?, this had me cackling)

God, we haven't even made it to Current Reads yet, huh.

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current: Meanwhile Farm by Margaret Cheney (70s back-to-the-land memoir by a widowed and middle-aged feminist -- bought it at a book sale ages ago and when I was at the house, it ended up being the one that spoke to me most as a Next Read. it's interesting but overwritten, so probably not a keeper but still worth the read); When You Get the Chance by Emma Lord (underwhelming; I really thought LiveJournal was going to play a far bigger role than it has so far, 2/3rds in); Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands (💖) (so much so I haven't gotten past chapter 3 as I keep putting it down to squee)

and on audio I'm working through Goosebumps #10 (The Ghost Next Door) to fall asleep to -- childhood favorite! -- and just started The Only One Left by Riley Sager.

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future: it's incredibly dangerous to even think about next books given the state of the above section, but since there's still a bit of a queue for it and it's checked out right now, will probably try Starter Villain. Beyond that, it could be anything from this list (copied from my temp. pinned post, since it's liable to change):

the first two books in the Maxie & Stretch cozy mystery series by Sue Henry

A Barn in New England: Making a Home on Three Acres

The Big House: A Century in the Life of an American Summer Home

The Haunting at Bonaventure Circus

Deep Creek: Finding Hope in the High Country

and an outside shot at A Bird in the Hand and a Bear in the Bush, which I almost picked over Meanwhile Farm and which definitely looks more fun, a 70s memoir of a family who moved to the country and started rescuing/rehabbing orphan/injured wild animals. Also bought ages ago at a book sale.

Please consider yourself tagged if you wanna talk books! Credit me even! (let me look at your words about books) (even if you simply list titles. which is probably what everyone else does. i simply cannot be contained or even modestly restrained is all) (see also: these extra-unnecessary parenthetical asides)

#randomly being away from both my library books and my apartment books for 36 hours really was the equivalent of #kicking a stack of books (my planned TBR) over and then innocently turning around to build a new one from a different shelf #recent current and future reads #how many different genres did I hit in this post; i hope it's ten

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yinyanchan · 2 years

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Now I'm curious what your headcanons are for the horror boys!

Man I had so much writing planned for october for our Horror boys. I’m giving just a broad description for my headcannons plus what they are for certain stories as certain stories of mine are far more tame than others. If there is something more specific you wish to know about let me know but other than that. Here’s just a broad scope of things. I will be keeping the bitty Au’s out of it as they are pretty much their own thing. The tame factor is how they are with handling people other than their brothers. Including housemates and reader.

Horrortale:

Axe: similar to already known headcanons. Hates Undyne. However I believe him to be far more patient and understanding of certain situations. He doesn't really miss who he used to be. A goody goody of an “unbiased” judge... that's probably what caused Frisk to never come back and save them. More sarcastic because he sees the humor in it now unlike before. Dark comedy is a win for him. Patience is a virtue as going headstrong into something could get you killed. There are differences in the stories I have him in.

Housemates: Tame factor is high. He’s been on the surface and out of his AU for a lot longer than the others. Doesn't mind being confined to the attic because... he understands Sans, himself, fear. He gets to see the sun and the stars and is relatively well fed and rested. He doesn't appreciate any jabs at himself or his brother Nook. He also doesn't like that Sans can't bear to look at Nook. It was a future that hopefully can be avoided if it's known. He will not go back to that universe over his own dust. Also has a dark alliance with his brother and Berry should anything happen to reader once they get to finally have their time to shine. (I soo want to doodle Axe and Nook at a stake out. Teach some rival of affection or Bully of readers a slow cooked lesson of regret. Enter Berry and they feel as though they've been thwarted only for him to bring equipment and a game plan to cover it up... then Orange shows up and disbands them thanks to a concerned clue from Russ. Fools, what thwarts the dark alliance only makes them much more thorough the next time.) Heats? Yeah his cycle still happens only his magic reserves being so damaged from the famine and physical trauma, it’s typically used as adrenaline to either help with a situation or hunting. Now that he has his reserves starting to trickle to life and a definite love interest... there is potential for his heat cycle to return to normal. He is only nervous about his past when it comes to someone he cares for to find out... he doesn’t want to be seen as a criminal but as a survivor.

Dire Wolf: Tame Factor it’s about a medium. He’s a bit more standoffish with his counterpart because the very real threat of going back to his AU hell is a thing. Everyone from the horror AUs are being treated as criminals and to himself... it might have been a crime but it was a matter of life or death. The fact remains that he chose to save himself and his brother across multiple horror AUs and their counterparts either don’t realize that these were very real choices that they themselves have made or they are in total denial. Despite that... he does have a good head on his shoulders and is a very caring individual. He’s just more passionate about his concerns than what he used to be. Heat cycles are a thing... the horror universe just didn’t give an opportunity plus famine and physical trauma left their magic devastated. So it’s an adrenaline factor. Same goes for him about his past as it is in housemates. He wants to be seen as a survivor and not criminal.

Ghost Town: Tame factor none. Slightly different Horror AU as all Horror skeletons are actually related and are the sole survivors of the great famine below the mountain. He’s a survivor that’s going to keep on surviving (Queue chorus of Destiney’s Childs I’m a Survivor.) Oh and don’t mind the malicious intent. It’s always been there since the famine came so no one is fully responsible for it. Only good thing those miners did was release him and his brethren. Cold cruel and always smiling. Good thing reader has a way to gauge emotions because this sadist is good at hiding them. Of course with him being part of a feral pack, it’s not like he could explain himself or even want to anyways. Besides he’s not going to deny his family food especially when it comes to them so willingly.

I Was Going For A Walk One Day: Tame factor is about a low medium. Lamia version of multi universe existing as one and is in itself its own AU as Sans and Papyrus are all of their names as it’s their specie type or by their body type specifically. They all refer to themselves as Sans and Papyrus (Causing major confusion to the human populace) and it’s done with certain intent so they know who they are talking about but not so much for humans. In this one he doesn’t go by Axe he goes by the misnomer Fluffy. It’s a joke and he finds it hilarious. Very sweet going skeleton but had it not been for his brother imploring to ask the reader about the barrage of lamia scents that covered them as they fell below... they would have been considered food. Very big Lamia but is dwarfed by his brother that is an anaconda lamia. Kind of an all or nothing mentality like most lamias. Feared because he’s not only huge but he’s a venomous rattlesnake. The only things venomous lamias fear are bigger rival constrictors with a taste for lamias and other more potent venomous lamias. He’s very proud to have a biggest constrictor lamia around as his little brother.

Nook: He is definitely a sweet bean as Papyrus because he is Papyrus. However he is a Papyrus without a filter. If you seriously asked him how he did things in his AU he wouldn’t have a qualm telling you step by step in graphic detail. He’s a survivor and isn’t ashamed. Just a tad afraid that anyone he wishes to be friends or perhaps datemates with might shun him before they know or understand why he had to do it. He still has lingering anxieties over his friendship making but he’s a real go getter with his brother helping to soothe him. However do not be completely fooled by his sweetness. He is not innocent and Naïve. Nor was he prior to the famine. It just shows a little more than it used to. His tendencies can be compared to that as being Yandere when he finds someone that truly resonates with him.

Housemates: Tame Factor is high... to an extent. He’s everything mention up above and a little more. Does has Yandere tendencies but that is because he is Papyrus... who has been showing a bit of his true colors as of late. Romantic love is something foreign to the sweet beans so of course when they get a taste of it and for it... it’s something they crave and covet at that. He hasn’t much changed other than the fact he does have a tendency to be more worried for those he cares about. He’s a bit more dependent on Axe than before the famine. More so for sanity sake. So if it came to his Yandere tendencies being curbed for the sake of his brother he’s more willing. He’s still very much sane and rational but tends to ramble sometimes and a touch forgetful. Even though he’s in this dark alliance with his brother and oddly the mother hen Berry... he knows if they fail... His self from this world will handle it and probably better as Papyrus’ memory is very vivid and clear.

Dire Wolf: Tame Factor is high. Very friendly, astute, and reasonable. This AU doesn’t contain the Yandere factor. Very much a voice of reason and is seen as such by the household... well after certain differences are acknowledged and amended within the household.

Ghost Town: Tame Factor Low. There is a hierarchy to the madness and thankfully Nook is a voice of reason. The remembrance of the times below the mountain both the good and the bad makes him the lesser of evil in their pack. Not to say he isn’t respected. He earned his secondary place in rank. He also is the ones that keeps tabs on the others behaviors including Axe. Even though Axe seems to ignore his reasoning at times... he knows his brother is listening and is either choosing to do things his way or implement them at another time. However... there have been times his reasoning has led to less than savory means... from a humans standpoint that is.

I Was Going For A Walk One Day: Tame factor medium. Super friendly but survival and full tummies come first. Until reader hits the scene and he’s devoted to someone else’s wellbeing besides his and his brothers.

HorrorFell:

Fang: Horrorfell Sans. You would be surprised to know that his typical temper is a lot less volatile than what it used to be before the famine. However you cross that line then he blacks out... lives being spared is a very slim outcome. He’s Big, Tall, and as wide as he is tall. Can fit full grown person of upwards to 300lbs in rib cage with no real problems... unless he has feelings for them then he be all sweaty and trying not to let magic gather in a certain area. Has a similar open wound in his skull like Axe. His shark like teeth slightly overlap and are far more pointed... including his gold fang. He’s got old scars and new scars all over his body but they are minor in comparison. Especially the marks he has on his bones where is magic forced him to get bigger or die in the ravenous wasteland he called home. Because of this his bones are far more sensitive to the touch. His one good eyelight is like Axe’s but looks like molten lava as it fluctuates in warm colors. Total pervert, that really hasn’t changed since before the famine either... much to his brother’s dismay. Undyne caused major misfortune in their universe and he and his brother’s pain is a very sore spot for him... he hates reliving that moment whenever it’s explained.

Dire Wolf: Tame Factor Medium. All of the horror skeletons are basically a voice of reason. He doesn’t deny his past or his beef with Red for ignoring the fact that he’s living proof of the decisions that were made by him as Red until his universe warped him into Fang. Seems frightful and can be but has the disposition of a teddy bear with the right company. Loves to joke and is just as perverted as he used to be before the famine. sticks up for his other horror counterparts in heartbeat and quick to toss in a joke, whether it be wholesome, dirty, or dark is basically a guess. Just tread carefully about the topic of his universe. His Undyne did them really dirty... his brother actually more than him and it’s something he will never forgive.

Ghost Town: Tame factor 0. Fang is all about what he can get his claws on or in. Ruthless and relentless (Although he takes a leisurely pace when pursuing. Enjoys the thrill of the hunt.) Still a pervert... please don’t ask if he plays with his food... you should know with how he acts... he does. Gleefully so. No sympathy in these bones for any idiots willing to come close to this monumental death trap.

Demon: Horrorfell Papyrus: Silent, steadfast warrior that has seen things. More importantly had the unfortunate circumstance in being apart of said things. A devoted guardsman in his timeline earned him a punishment like no other when Fang didn’t comply with Undyne. Using him to get back at Fang... she severely beat him causing his bones to malleiform into sharp representations of what they used to be. His fanged teeth became jutting spikes from a twisted maw. his vertebrae became jagged points. He became very tall but along with that length the ability to stealthily crawl on all fours with no discomfort. The worst of it is that he does not have a sternum. Undyne ripped it from him while fracturing all of his ribs. Fang was able to heal him partially but thanks to their unstable magic his ribs had nothing to attach to as they reformed from his spine. The fractures became joints and each rib can move independently. He literally can use his own ribs like a bear trap or use them to help him crawl into low tight spaces. Has to work on his trust issues after his supposed superior and comrade betrayed him. Only person he trusts with his life is his brother.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor high medium. Has made an effort to keep his ribs out of discussion as it truly is a frightening image... that got him his nickname as Sans didn’t know what was coming at him... only it had arms, legs, and what he thought was ribs until the opened trying to engulf and crush him. He will reveal things on his own terms. Very reasonable and he and Fang offers solace to Edge and Red by offering to tell them about their universe and what they learned. Demon is sensible despite his wicked appearance and even though he is wary of most situations he does look for the best possible solution that will not only benefit him but others. Very kind despite everything that has happened to him.

Ghost Town: Tame factor 0. Has a very high sense of accomplishment when finding his own food. As this isn’t a true to a Horrorfell AU but a multi au combined into one... he still has the same body type but is proud of how frightening he looks. Definitely finds a thrill in hunting. Likes to perpetuate an almost understanding before completely disregarding it for the fear factor alone. Adept in finding all the lovely spaces to crawl in to scare anyone to death.

Horrorswap:

Blight: Horrorswap Sans. Blind as a bat. In a sense where he struggles to see because of his gaping head wound that branches into a spiderweb crack at the back of his skull. Yet he can see almost like a bat can. Instead of sonar he pushes his magic out to see objects and people. In fact it is so precise that he almost doesn’t miss his sight. almost. He can’t make out actual full details like facial features and colors. Just who, what, and where and how far. Because of his lack of detail it doesn’t feel or even look like he’s looking directly at you. He conjures vibrant blue rings as eyelights but they do not focus on anyone in particular just direction. He used to be short but it looks like he’s been stretched thin with how long his once stout form used to be. Long arms with clothes that hang off him... as he can’t really tell a difference so why bother with appearance? A very broad smiler as he was when he was Blue. Has a very cheery disposition despite everything and instills more into his brother that he is the big brother. His decision is final.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor medium. Is nothing but a reliable friend and brother. Of course a voice of reason but scoffs because he is typically overlooked because the majority non horror aus treat Blue like a child and therefore Blight is often treated as such as well. Very sweet and reliable just as he was before the famine. A smile to bring hope to not just his brother but to the others that have gone through such a trying time.

Ghost Town: Tame factor 0. Very curious but still very deadly. Is basically defense as his magic can see who, where, and how far no matter if they are in actual sight or not. Projecting his magic to see puts the cameras set in the area to shame on finding people. However when he uses his magic to see he can feel everyone’s intent and can even identify who is who because of this intent. A little put out that he’s not a part of the initial hunts. He delights getting to clean up.

Will Anyone Care?: Tame factor Low. He might be soulmates with the reader but he’s not sorry for doing what he felt he had to do. He’s not risking his and his brother’s life leaving the mountain. If the scared humans that had fallen into the desolate pit of the underground were any indication... the surface would prove to be a frightening place for him and his brother. He is sweet to his soulmate but he’s adamant that no matter what... they aren’t leaving the mountain.

Blemish: Horrorswap Papyrus. His bones have intensely yellowed thanks to the way his bones have become malnourished. Lanky and thin his magic is so chaotic that he has to put a lot of concentration into doing a shortcut. He used to be the one constantly being overprotective of his older brother... he’s been humbled that not only is his brother fully capable of taking care of himself... it’s because of his own mistakes that caused Blight to get hurt. Hoping it was going to help but Blight saved him costing him his vision. Even after all that he’s completely reliant on his brother’s new found abilities to help with finding food. He tends to stay home while Blight does the hunting for them. It hurts him to not be what he considers a provider but he’s useful in his own ways. Especially cooking as blight can’t exactly see details with his magic unless he uses a whole lot of magic that they can’t afford to use. Blemish is resigned himself to take care of butchering and cooking. Making sure that every little bit is used and doesn’t go to waste.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor medium. Becomes his own best friend... or well Stretch’s friend. It takes a few eye opening events and his own humbleness at discovering just how powerful and strong their brother truly is. Truly laid back but a keen soul to help where it is needed. Typically would side with Axe due to the unreasonable treatment the horror universes were going through.

Ghost Town: Tame factor Low. Has good senses and very reliable when it comes to urgency. Genuinely worried about reader in a sense as he didn’t believe Blight would be able to see them for who they are. Is a bit more understanding and doesn’t typically like to partake of the hunt as it’s expended energy. Not to say Reader is totally safe with him. No one is really safe while there are hungry skeletons about but he’s at least one that doesn’t kill first and ask questions later.

Will Anyone Care?: Tame factor low. If it weren’t the fact that reader is his brothers soulmate would have carved them up a long time ago. Still considered it even after the fact. Doesn’t mean he’s an asshole. He’s still slightly protective of his big brother in this one. Even though Blight has established he is the older brother and will correct him on his behavior. Blemish tends to forget. Safety is key factor as to why he can be an asshole but he does have a lot of humor in him still.

HorrorSwapFell:

Dire: HorrorSwapFell Sans. Gaping head wound like Axe but he’s missing a chunk of cheek bone as well. Making the socket even bigger. Has a pointed crimson star for an eye light that narrows into a crosshair when focused or angry. His rows of shark like teeth have grown into gnarled pointed ends. Has nicks and cuts all over him as he almost didn’t survive his timeline. He was captain of the royal guard and thought his efforts were for the good of his people... only to be betrayed by people he had begun to consider friends as well as comrades. He lost his fluid ability of speech and has a long drawn speech impediment that he is woefully ashamed of. Because of that his brother became the talker as he was the silent stalker. Refusing to speak to others making monsters believe he became mute and others that he is mute. His spine is slightly hunched making it hard for him to walk tall with pride as he used to. He is incredibly humble from what he used to be. Embarrassed that he actually used to be bit of a brat and know it all braggart. How he used to look down on others while he put himself on a pedestal. Having such impossibly high standards that he forced others to accept. Now he is humble, timid, shy and almost selfless. Yet he misses it... or at least his very affluent way of speech.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor medium in regards to the household but High in regards to reader. Dire is everything mentioned above. Everything he does he does at 100% still though. He is also far more forgiving than most and very tender hearted when it comes to his brother and his “other brothers.” whether they are from a similar AU or not. He will not leave them wanting for anything despite how he was being treated in the beginning. Even though he does get frustrated with Black... he knows it is because Black is in denial of his own misfortune should he have been forced down this route. Also Black staring at his disfigured self probably didn’t help make accepting it any easier so there were many fights.

Ghost Town: Tame factor low. Same physical issues as mentioned. Is great at solving things with Nook to formulate complicated puzzles and traps. Does have a slight fear at being caught eventually but when you’re hungry... you’re hungry. Will typically side with Nook as Nook does like to look at difference in perspectives at times. Yet is quick to alert Axe to anything that poses a problem or threat

Wolf: Giant and lanky. slightly yellowed bones. Missing part of his lower jaw that his gold fang ended up growing over it making his jawline slightly askew. He is also missing a rib that he uses a carved antler to cover up. He’s slightly embarrassed about it being gone. Has to be his brothers voice now that his brother is too ashamed to speak. It was awkward for him to switch roles but they were so adept at their non verbal communication back then it was easy for the script to be flipped. His sole concern is his brother’s stability. He almost lost his brother for good and he knows that Dire is having issues coping with what he is now and it bothers him greatly.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor Low in regards to the household but high in regards to reader. Wolf has a lot of repressed anger towards himself and not just him himself but for Mutt. The him before everything went to hell. He also has a lot of confused anger for Black which is his brother just from the universe where people didn’t kill one another for food or starved to death. Denial is something very wicked and powerful.

Ghost Town: Tame factor 0. If Fang likes playing with his food... Wolf is definitely the cat to his victims mouse. Loving anyway to spook someone into a direction of certain doom. He prefers Axe’s take on anything as he gets free reign to kill and eat however he wants. However he respects Dire and if Dire happens to side with Nook on something that is against what Axe has planned... Wolf won’t be happy about it but side with them.

Twisted Fate: (Unreleased/still in writing phase) A take on how Horrorswapfell monsters escape their prison when mount ebbott literally erupts from being a once dormant volcano to a raging inferno thanks to hotland being out of control. Survival as monsters roam the ash and lava buried land to hunt for food. Monsters are feral at this point and attack without hesitation. Reader is stuck trying to find a way to civilization after the eruption. Dire and Wolf see promise in reader after they end up sparing Dire during a struggle. Little did reader know the debt and feelings they have instilled in the brothers.

#horrortale #horrorswap #horrorfell #horrorswapfell #headcanons

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☕ fave mcr eras and albums?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OKAY OKAY I LIKE THIS ONE AND HOPE NO ONE HATES ME FOR MY ORDER BUT

1. revenge (obviously i mean look at me i am drenched in black and red at all times and gerards hair was just so nice) specific parts include flour face gerard and that photoshoot with the blood covering his hand in a building with brick walls and arches it looked like a church basement and the vampire one for kerrang where its a girls back and theyre covered in blood and hes biting her neck hehe, reasoning for it being my favorite is it has only one song i skip (ghost of you) and every other has a lot more that i usually do and just how theatric and dramatic but also edgy everything was, tbp is more theatric BUT theres more Hope vibes and this is that but with despair and blood and guns and coffins and that just appeals to me fundamentally way more especially when im in my bag. it probably has my most favorite songs too, like to the end cemetery drive jetset life and HANG EM HIGH OR MOTHERFUCKING DIE. maybe my favorite mcr song but im not thinking too hard when i say that

pic of my closet below lmao two of my favorite drawings ive done (theyre for sale wink wink! dm me if interested anyone, gerard is blacklight reactive)

2. bullets, its just so suburban i feel like I'm back in Jersey its October and im walking past cul de sacs and the sunset is bright fucking orange its fantastic its art in every sense and its full of sorrow bc its the closest album chronologically to 9/11 and gerard had the least sureness in the future but he was so confident and it just bleeds into everything so hard, my favorite moments in life are majorly moments similar to what i described. wearing a hoodie and jeans and converse and observing the way the streetlights color the concrete and asphalt, especially if theres been rain. chinese food from family restaurants and rolling rock beer and sitting at neighborhood playgrounds on the swingset rocking back and forth with the carbonation buzzing in your brain. favorite moments include the pic of frank and gerard smoking on pool chairs and that pic of them in some grandmas house with wooden walls and a china and tchotchke cabinet and lace curtains and im pretty sure mikeys sitting on the leg of a couch.it was my desktop bg for a year or two.

3. black parade; i really appreciate the death topic and i will admit i struggle to get on the Hope wavelength throughout esp in famous last words ykno the keep on living part but there are some of my favorite fucking demos like emily and all the angels and im Pretty surE desert song but smack my ass and call me a moron if its wrong. i will say visually other than the marching band outfits its the least interesting era, the white hair was just kinda there to me and no one else had anything outstandingly russling my jimmies. frank did have some cute hair curls on his bangs tho sometimes. i do rlly like the whole haunted vibe tho bc of the paramounts effect on them tho, when i notice it in songs and lyrics it is pretty effective in makin my spine straighten with the hollow eyed, sleepless and frankly a little scared nervous energy. house of wolves has been in my rotation the past month or so bc it reminds me of trevor gta a lot. wttbp i skip every time just about. i save that song for when people are trying to be emo allies and queue it on the aux or when it comes on the radio or in public. blood is AMAZING and reminds me a lot of the song air from the hair soundtrack, and i wonder if gerard was trying to specifically mimic that songs vibe because if u ask me thats very gerard. i think overall the concept and the lore of the album's fruition appeal to me more than anything else, i also love mother war and some of the other various character designs.

4. current era; im saying this because foundations of decay is literally that promising of a single and the shows' outfits are so wonderful and the energy and love and happiness is just so fucking palpable that i already know this is where the new album is gonna sit for me. its gonna be so fucking good. we all know this so well. favorites include nurse gerard the mikey fuckin way shirts and that slicked back hair gerard mmf yum

5. danger days; im SORRRY i just. the songs only appeal to me on a surface level aside from destroya and i always just get rlly bad feelings when i see pics of gerard bc i know he said he was starving himself and it makes me :/ more than anything else seeing him. i feel Bad saying he looked hot. this is also the only album with songs i actively dislike within. i will say that when i say i like destroya. i fucking Love destroya. its so good its so fucking good its everything to me. OH and im gonna include the killjoys comic in this and say that even though i love it so fucking much its not enough to put it above current era. its not that i dislike danger days. its that every other era is so strong compared in my mind that since something has to be last it will be this. favorite moments include the videos of them behind the scenes for na na na laughing and having fun the photoshoot with the backdrop where they're all underneath it and gerard looks like a fucking otherworldly being level insane like hes made of porcelain and the mv shots of them in the trans am at night especially going in the tunnel speeding ass out of town. i will add that i discovered mcr thru sing bc it was on a rhythm game i owned at 11 and i still remember the two days before mcr broke up when i finally remembered to give them a listen and openly cried watching them all die in the killjoy vids so theres a nostalgic rawness that part of me wants to leave preserved like an artifact at a museum.

anyway novel over those are my full thoughts on the mcr eras

things i didnt mention that i shouldve include the bat buckle the infamous stage kiss the spitting and gerard palming his cock through his jeans on stage lmao

oh also dewees is great and needs more recognition

#pretty sure i just spent 20 minutes writing this

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colecassiidy · 3 months

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Laws

I. please dni if you, the mun, are younger than 21+ years old. by interacting with me on this blog, you are telling me that you are a legal adult and therefore i will be treating you as such.

II. This blog runs off a ghost queue of ~1/day. My RP Prompts/Memes are always open! and I have a wishlist here!

III. i will write with duplicates, ocs, and x-overs! i treat every plot and muse as their own separate verses, unless discussed otherwise (that is to say, i do not have over-arching plot/narrative on this blog and i do not practice mains and affiliations). because of this, i would very much prefer plotting over memes. even with canon ovw characters, lore is very vague and wishy-washy and there’s much room for interpretation and differences. come to me info-dumping me about your character and i will try and find a way where i can fit :p If I have followed your blog and have not yet reached out to plot, i either immensely enjoy your writing or i have yet to formulate a proper way to reach out; the latter of which can take a bit of time, so i will appreciate any and all patience :pray:

III - A. if there is no biography on your blog in regards to your muse, i may not follow back.

III - B. While I am duplicate friendly, I would politely request that if you ship your muse with a duplicate cowboy that we do some plotting before hand. My personal joy is finding threads/directions that have not yet been taken and exploring them to diversify the experience, which includes exploring other verses if need be.

IV. this blog will contain graphic depictions of violence, drinking, and smoking – due to my realizing it too late, there are threads and images that are not tagged for blood. if these are things that discomfort you, i would highly recommend not following this blog :(

V. you can call me tek, i am 25+, i am here to be a complete and utter clown. i’m sorely lacking in graphics and icons but please do not let this stop you if this is something you utilize! i also use the beta editor and, due to simple preference, will be avoiding writing with blogs that use the legacy formatting in long term threading. i write a lot on the phone and the legacy format is incredibly unfriendly towards post snipping; in the best interest of creating an ease for myself, i am going to begin enforcing this rule.

VI. i do not intend on writing smut. please respect this, thank you! as somebody who has always had aroace tastes in fiction, i am more obsessed with friendships and complicated relationships as opposed to exclusively romantic/sexual ones; i find it incredibly difficult to insta-ship and trying to develop dynamics that are based off of flirting alone (platonic flirting is easier for me to do and something i will write him doing; if your character is not sexually attracted to him and if i do write a line towards your muse in this nature, please do not feel as if i am forcing a ship on you; i am very content and happy with my platonic relationships!). i do think cole has a healthy libido and can be quite a bit of a charmer when he wants, but it’s really just a writer problem on my end.

VII. depending on the timeline, my writing will address cole as jesse mccree or cole cassidy following the name that he was using at the time. for simplicity’s sake, he will simply go as cole cassidy for any interactions outside of overwatch. because of the sensitivity of this topic, i will generally not follow overwatch blogs first. i’m adaptable upon request otherwise. if you have explicitly stated that you do not want to follow or write with blogs using that name (and all the power to you, there is no bad blood), i will hardblock in order to avoid future confusion and stepping any toes.

VIII. i’ve been a para roleplayer - (with a past avg of ~200 words - key words being past tense lol - i genuinely don’t think i can consistently do 200 these days); i would rather avoid novella, semi-lit, and literate threads as my energy levels are just absolute dog. my lengths can greatly vary to what the thread calls for, and thus i’ll be just as flexible with you. just, y'know, as long as we aren’t sending one-liners to para’s. chat rps + crack are always fun, and i’ll gladly participate!

IX. i respond to whatever i see that has been responded to (this includes ask answers - my default is to usually make threads out of them since i grew up with those acting as starters back in the day lkjsldfa; feel free to inform me if that is something you would prefer me not to do if it is not spoken in in your rules!) if you would like to drop a thread by simply not answering to it, i have no issue of this!

X. i’m slow, i’m so so slow, and i’m sorry - i have 2 jobs :’) my dashboard can also be quite quick at times and i will miss a good number of my mutuals that are located in different time zones and won't see posts until weeks later by chance of them coming up in my for-you.

XI. i want to make a disclaimer that i do block liberally. i've had to block blogs due to my for-you being flooded with blogs i'm not mutuals with and that it'll be so consistent they are all i see until i press the block button aslkdjfsl. It is not personal,

#navigation&mastermaps;;#this is for my own ease of access to edit n revise when i'm not at a computer :skull:

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otomes-world · 2 years

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At first sight

A job in a world-famous college that graduates the best magicians should be just as prestigious. At least this was the first thing that comes to mind. At least that's what you thought when you accepted the invitation and got a job.

Perhaps the profession of a librarian was not bad, as it might seem at first glance. You loved books, it couldn't be denied. So much so that you would have got a job in a bookstore if you hadn't got here. Nevertheless, when you are charged with more than your responsibilities, when you have to stay overtime and you are not paid extra for it, because “it’s purely your initiative and commendable zeal in work”... you want to strangle a kind director, no less. Perhaps you would go even further if you had given the opportunity.

Unfortunately, such a chance did not want to appear even in the foreseeable future. As if Crowley knew about everything that was going on in your head and disappeared from the office in time, as soon as you had the desire to go to him and hit for all the good and bad. There was much more of this 'bad'.

Wandering between the shelves, you could not help but lament. It felt like you were the first librarian in the entire history of the college. Of course, the ghosts didn't have to pay. How, with such logic, the director decided to fork out for a living person a question to which there was no answer. So you thought the first week. When the history teacher approached you for the first time with a request to find the necessary materials for the lesson, you did not think anything suspicious. Good relationships in the team were the key to long-term and stable work.

The second time you blamed it on a coincidence.

On the third, you began to suspect something was wrong.

In the fourth, you were finally convinced.

Apparently, the previous teachers complained to Crowley and threatened to fire massively if he went for the trick. Greed would not allow him to hire assistant for each of them, but one librarian, who would take all the work, easy. This fresh blood turned out to be you. Nevertheless, it was stupid to quit at the very beginning, so you promised yourself to hold out at least until the end of the college year. However, you strongly doubted that other teachers would not understand the reason for your sudden escape.

So with a creak, you slowly resigned yourself to the trap into which you voluntarily stepped, and tried to look for the pros. Like serving out of queue in a cafeteria, nice and polite students like Riddle Rosehearts or being able to freely read any books and manuals in the library. However, there was just one minus, which outweighed all sorts of advantages.

Divus Crewel.

Sometimes you wondered who was in the first place on your personal list in the death note, the Potions teacher or the principal. As soon as you took one look at the man at the beginning of the year, you realize that you two definitely wouldn't get along with. There was something in him that caused you rejection, and thanks to one lesson, for the time of which you were appointed his laboratory assistant, you were finally convinced of this. As strange as it sounds, you were more into working with Professor Trein. At least with him you didn't feel like you were being treated like the last idiot.

You knew very well about Crewel's teaching style, you saw it with your own eyes. However, you could not imagine that he would not distinguish between attitudes towards students and colleagues or maybe he treated like that only you. Was it because you had less work experience than everyone else? Or maybe because you were younger than him?

However, that didn’t give him any right to apply 'training techniques' to you, you reminded yourself.

"What have I done to him?" The get-togethers after work at Sam's shop had become your favorite pastime. “Or should I ask what I did in my past life? Maybe I was a hardened criminal. But even so, it doesn't justify my present!"

A man in such moments never answered, just giving you the opportunity to speak out. To be honest, you were wondering why he decided to open a shop in college. For what reason Crowley gave his permission. However, you had already convinced yourself from your own experience that anything could be expected from this raven.

"Do you have any cursed object like a voodoo doll?" Asking as a joke, you did not expect to hear the answer, as usual, but as soon as the man began the phrase `IN STOCK NOW`, you immediately added. "Thank you, I'll take note of it."

Pouring grief with green tea, because students and all the cases, you bought a few bottles with you. You still had to somehow survive the next day, week, to the end of the year, but despite the late hour, you couldn`t go to the teachers' corps. Actually, that was the reason why you went to complain to Sam, although you usually did it at the end of the week before the weekend.

Sighing through the long list of required manuals, you wanted to cry. It took at least an hour to collect this, especially that books of different categories were required. As if, a devil deliberately tossed a job. Having felt his character on yourself, you could not help but sympathize with the first years, but you for yourself felt sorry most of all.

Reaching for the latest books, you mentally regretted not buying that doll. The temptation was too great. You could always try to pour a poison, but you doubted that the attempt would be successful. After all, trying to poison a potions teacher was like challenging a strategist in chess. Equally useless, and you were not so desperate. However, this did not mean that you wouldn't curse the principal and one teacher with all your swear words vocabulary.

Step by step, approaching your table with a neat stack, you could not contain a sigh of despair. The exam season had begun, so you were more tired than usual. Many students, like you when you were young, started preparing at the last moment. In other words, the library had become a new favorite and most visited place.

"At this late hour, all the puppies should be asleep."

From further thoughts of self-pity, you were distracted by a familiar voice that you would rather not hear. However, life rarely goes the way we want. So the contender for the first place on the list has come to torture with his presence.

You raised your head and looked at man, whose wore his significant white-and-black coat. On his face were this smile full of confidence that annoyed you so much.

“I wonder whose fault the puppies can't go for a well-deserved rest,” you replied in your usual manner. After some time, you stopped hiding your dissatisfaction, so even students knew perfectly well about your tense relationship. "Maybe the puppy itself with pleasure would go to bed an hour ago. Probably, it voluntarily decided to go around the library up and down. After all, there are still may be places that it does not know about."

Someone make poisons literally, while you put figurative one into words, sugaring it with smile that only at first sight seemed polite.

"If this puppy had correctly prioritized and hadn't taken on the task at the very last moment, it would have been home already. Lack of discipline is a serious problem."

"However it's not for you to teach it discipline."

Despite the lack of good feelings, you could not deny the pleasure of exchanging barbs. Someone once said that there are personalities whose pleasant to disike. It seems that you finally fully realized the meaning of the phrase.

“It's never too late to give a chance for re-education. Even adults can be properly trained,” judging by the lack of annoyance in his tone, you concluded that the man also enjoyed your daily skirmish. "I've never trained someone like that before, but you have to start somewhere."

"Well, the puppy will prefer to stay, and you better go to rest. Tomorrow is a hard day, and not me going to conduct a practical lesson." As soon as you felt the echoes of conscience, the mind immediately shut it up. "Have a nice evening".

Having uttered the phrase, you got up to go to your small room. If you went to the corps now, then most likely you would have to go together. You didn't need such happiness.

Just as you turned the corner, a voice rang out:

"This puppy has every chance of becoming obedient, good one. You just need to entrust it to the right trainer."

Ignoring the boiling anger, you forced yourself to move on. Naturally, this person could not leave without leaving behind the last word. It looks like Crowley will have to give his top spot on the list to another most annoying person.

#Tenshi talk #twisted wonderland #twst #tw #twst oneshot #twst fic #twisted wonderland x reader #divus crewel #twst divus #twst divus x reader #twst sam #twst trein #twst crowley #teacher!mc au

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queen-of-the-avengers · 2 years

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Can I ask for a Ikaris x Reader where he’s been married to the reader w/ a child for over 10 years but she’s human and reader doesn’t know that’s he’s an eternal and the events of the movies take place during all of this and maybe seeing reader’s reaction to Ikaris’ betrayal?

Title: At A Crossroads

Pairing: Ikaris x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: angst

Summary: You're kept in the dark of Ikaris' past because he refuses to share anything with you, but you never ask him about things he's not ready to talk about. That is, until he's forced to deal with it, and he may not like the outcome.

Squares Filled: death (2019) for @ avengersbingo

Author’s Note: i have decided to do this now instead of putting it in the queue because i wanted your feedback if i should continue writing for the eternals or for ikaris or for a different pairing. let me know what you think!

Should I add a taglist? Let me know if you want to be tagged in future Ikaris fanfiction!

You tend not to ask Ikaris where he goes when he leaves for days at a time, but that doesn't stop your mind from wandering to the darkest places. Is he cheating on you? Does he have another family he goes home to? Is he a criminal? Can he really not see that his wife and son need him?

"Where's Daddy?" your son asks as you tuck him in for the night.

"He's out right now. He should be back in the morning."

You're going to make sure that he's back by the morning because this has been going on for too long.

"I miss him," your son sighs.

"Me too. Get some sleep. I love you."

You lean down and kiss his forehead, tucking him in before turning off his light. You leave his room but you stay in the hallway with unshed tears in your eyes. You love Ikaris with all your heart, but his disappearing act is getting old.

You remember when you first met him and how it was love at first sight, as cliche as it sounds.

If you don't get this paper to your professor now, then he's going to fail you and dock you a whole letter grade. You've already asked for two extension dates, and you cannot miss this one. You're rushing around your campus, not really paying attention to your surroundings when you slam into a person.

All of your papers go everywhere including your other belongings, scattering across the sidewalk.

"I am so sorry," you apologize, looking at the man standing before you.

Your breath is knocked out of your lungs at how beautiful this man is. He has bright blue eyes, a stubbled and sharp jaw, full lips, and short hair with a sliver of white in the front. This man is so beautifully sculpted that it takes your brain a few moments to play catch up.

"No, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you."

And this man has an accent? God damn. Your cheeks heat up as you gather your things with the help of the stranger.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Y-yeah. I-I'm really sorry. I'm late."

"Sure," he nods.

With the last piece of paper in your hands, you hesitantly leave his side. You wanted to stay and get to know him, but your professor is waiting on this paper from you.

That was the first time you met Ikaris, and like everyone else says, the rest was history. He actually met you after class to talk to you, and you ended up spending the whole day with him. He was trying to get over his ex, but it's like everything disappeared when you two were together.

Now, ten years has passed, you're married to him, and you have an eight-year-old son with him. Life is perfect when he's here with you, but lately, he's been spending more time apart from you. You don't know what is going on, but you have to get to the bottom of it.

Speaking of the devil, you hear his keys in the door, and you wipe your face of any tears before heading over to your husband.

"Sorry, I'm late, darling." He sets his keys and and closes the door when he notices the streaks of your ghost tears on your cheeks. "What's wrong? Is Caleb okay?"

"Caleb is fine. Where were you?"

"I had some business to take care."

"You know, I never ask what you do or where you go because I trust you to always be honest with me, but lately, I feel like you're putting me third. I'm your wife, Ikaris. I deserve better than your secrets."

"I know you do. Everything I do, I do for you." He walks closer to you and grabs the sides of your face so that you can't look anywhere but him. "I love you, Y/N, more than you know."

"I love you too."

He pulls you close and kisses you, molding his lips to fit yours. These are the best kind of kisses--ones where you crave but you know you can't have until the moment you do, and it's everything you ever dreamed it would be and more.

Ikaris scoops you up in his arms and takes you to the bedroom to show you just how much he misses you.

You wished you could be in your perfect bubble, but all good things must come to an end. Ikaris is out right now to pick up some groceries for the week while you and Caleb are watching the news. There is news of something going down with some alien shit that Earth has no business being in. It seems like as soon as the Avengers were founded, the Earth has been in the middle of danger when she shouldn't be.

This time, people called the Eternals are here to stop some Celestial from destroying Earth. It seems about the same threat that Thanos brought not long ago. You don't know who all the Eternals are, but you've seen clips of them fighting what's known as Deviants. If they weren't so evil, you'd mistake them for beautiful creatures.

So far, you know that there are at least four Eternals. One can fly and shoot lasers out of his eyes, one can alter the structure of one thing into another, one who can change their appearance, and one who can shoot magic out of his fingers. There have been reports of Deviants attacking people, and someone always finds a way to record these Eternals.

It's a dangerous world out there, and you're glad that your family is normal.

These Eternals have a lot of shit to go through, and rumor has it that one of their own is trying to get this Celestial to take over Earth, but you don't know who it could be.

"Who are those people, Mommy?" Caleb asks.

"Bad people. They say they want to protect Earth, but all they're doing is making it worse."

As soon as Ikaris got back, you decided to go on a walk with him and Caleb to enjoy the fresh air and quiet evening. You don't think anything bad could happen, but with the threat of Eternals and Deviants, anything could happen. Still, you don't want to be stuck in the house forever.

Hand-in-hand, you and Ikaris walk loosely behind Caleb who is running ahead and chasing some of the birds on the streets.

"Caleb, stay close to us!" you call out.

"Okay mommy!"

You're taking a walk by the park near a big ass lake when Caleb gets a little too close to the edge for your liking. Shaking your hand out of Ikaris', you rush over to your little one to pull him to safety before he falls in and potentially drowns.

"Baby, you can't get too close. You could fall in."

"Mommy, what is that?" Caleb points out.

There is something in the water, and the more it shows itself, the more you realize that this is a deviant. You hold Caleb close and get prepared to run as soon as the Deviant lunges for you two. Right before you thought you were going to be Deviant food, something comes out of nowhere and slams into the body of the creature, tossing it back into the trees.

You can't see who it is, but you look around for your husband, hopeful that you three can get to safety and away from this creature.

"Ikaris!" you call out, not seeing him anywhere.

The person attacking the Deviant shoots at it from the lasers in his eyes. He's flying all over the place trying to destroy this creature, much like Superman. Caleb often calls this person Superman, which irritates the hell out of Ikaris.

There's something familiar about the person, though, and only until he lasers the creature in half, do you really see who he is. Your eyes are wide, you hold Caleb close to you, and you're in complete shock at your husband who gently lands on the ground after defeating the creature.

"You're--"

"I wanted to tell you," he cuts you off.

"You're Superman Daddy!" Caleb giggles.

He wants to go over to him, but you hold him back from approaching him.

"Ten years, Ikaris. I gave you ten wonderful years, and you couldn't bother telling me that you were never going to grow older? That you would outlive both of us in a matter of a couple of centuries?"

The look of betrayal on your face breaks his heart, but all he was doing was trying to protect you.

"I wanted to tell you, Y/N, but I didn't want to put you in danger."

"Oh bullshit!" you exclaim loudly. "You don't think this conversation would have come up in a year or so when I'd notice you didn't age a fucking day since we met?! Fuck you, Ikaris."

"Y/N, please let me explain," he tries, but you don't want to hear it.

"No, stay the hell away from me. Come on, Caleb." you say and hold onto your son's hand tightly.

"But Daddy..."

"Daddy isn't Daddy right now. Come on."

It broke Ikaris' heart to hear you say that, but it's his own damn fault for not telling you ten years ago. Would you have given him a son and a marriage if you had known? Is it worth the heartbreak now?

"Y/N, please," he begs, but you're already walking away.

What the hell is he going to do now?

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plaidshirtjimkirk · 3 years

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sigh. as i mentioned several times now, i really hate making personal posts because they never contain anything good anymore. please understand that i’m not looking for attention or think i carry any kind of importance as a person or in the fandom, but i just wanted to explain where i’ve been to the people i’ve been friends with for so long on this website.

every time i try to get back into maintaining my blogs or trying to serve a purpose here, something happens to kick me down once more. that’s why i’ve gone silent yet again...and the reason the oms challenge didn’t get off the ground this year. i feel really bad about it. it was entirely my intention to set everything up like i always have done.

i talked about my mom being sick in the past. over the last months, things got progressively worse and i lost her this month. the short story is that along with my dad, i’ve been taking care of her since her diagnosis and this loss is genuinely the worst emotional pain i’ve ever been through. around the same time, my dog was diagnosed with cancer and just had surgery on her leg. she’s an older girl so recovery has been rough but she’s getting through it. sadly, after the biopsy, they said they couldn’t get all the cancerous growths so things are kind of in the air for what the road will be like going forward.

i believe i mentioned at some point that i had a fourth abdominal surgery earlier in the year (fuck you, endo. but all those useless organs are gone so that’s a plus). it’s been a difficult time and everything’s just piled on. over the last years, i’ve been struggling a lot with mental health and strangely, fandom became this deep source of anxiety for me. my brain convinced me that everything i’ve ever written was complete shit and i was in this constant flux of wanting to delete all my work vs feeling a responsibility to keep it available because people were kind enough to appreciate it. this is all on me. yall have been wonderful to me for reasons i really don’t understand and it’s nothing to do with a bad fandom experience or anything. it’s just me.

i don’t know. the last years have just been extremely hard but i have no choice but to keep on keeping on, so i will. im lucky to have a great support system so i’ll be okay. it’s just going through the motions, you know? it sucks.

again, i’m sorry for dropping the ball with the challenge. i’ve already been thinking to ask for help with it the last two years but didn’t really know how to ask. if anyone is still interested in doing it in the future, i’ll put out a post asking for co-mods. that’s an issue for a later date though, but if you’re interested, please keep it in mind.

i may fill up my queue randomly. sometimes, it might run out and my blog might look abandoned. it depends on how i feel, but again i just wanted to put out a post explaining everything to anyone who might have wondered where i disappeared to.

thank you for reading this and again, i’m really not looking for sympathy or attention or replies or anything. im trying to alleviate some guilt from just ghosting.

in any case, stay safe and well, yall. <3 much love.

#just plaid shirt things #not trek #off topic #tw illness #tw cancer #tw death

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deathfavor · 1 month

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Hit the ♡ for a 1-2 line lyric starter pulled from whatever song spotify shuffle chooses. Multis please specify the muse(s).

#i'll do these after work <3 #᛭ — [QUEUE] ghosts of the past and of the future

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years

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A Christmas Carol - Made in Colombia

Summary: Javier was focused on getting the Cali Cartel down. A stake out gone wrong ended with him in a drug induced coma and some very weird, but also enlightening visits by his personal three ghosts of Christmas.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Hope Johnson

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: fluff, marriage, pregnancy

Prologue // The Ghost of Christmas Past // The Ghost of Christmas Present // The Ghost of Christmas Future

Epilogue

Javier was standing in the heat of the Texas sun, leaning on the post he had just put into the ground. His father was unloading the last tools to fix the fence.

He felt sweat running down his back as he looked over the little river.

“Will you help me with that or what?” he heard his fathers voice and turned around.

“I thought I was getting a partner,” Chucho said and Javier took the post from.

“Let me get that,” Javier said and carried it.

“You’ve been standing here watching them for an hour,” his Pop said and handed him a beer.

“You gonna go back? Mexico… it’s different…”

“No… No. I’m done. I’ve done enough,” Javier said. Chuco nodded.

“Then come on, let’s fix this before your lady gets here.”

Hope groaned as she opened the door to the farm. Whoever invented AC’s would get a gift basket from her. She had been on the road for almost 6 hours, wanting nothing more than to collapse in bed. And a shower. And food. Maybe not in that order.

The house was quiet, the radio playing quietly. She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes. It was home.

She had been here only once before for a weekend when Javier introduced her to his father as the love of his life (she was still getting used to that). That was almost a year ago, yet it felt like it was only yesterday.

She had left Colombia almost three months ago when her father got sick. But now he was better and Javier had quit the DEA. So she packed her couple things, taking Javier’s invitation to move into the farm until they figured out what to do in the future in a heartbeat.

Hope jumped as arms sneaked around her body and she was pulled against someone from behind. She smiled, letting her bags fall to the ground.

“I missed you.” Javier mumbled, his chin on her shoulder as he nuzzled into her neck.

“I missed you too,” she turned in his arms so she could look at him.

“I can’t believe you’re really done. What are you gonna do next?” she asked and Javier groaned.

“That’s what you think about? We haven’t seen each other in three months and you ask what I’m gonna do next?” he pouted and she smiled.

“What about, what are you going to do in the next two minutes?” she teased and Javier grinned, before he closed the small distance between them and kissed her.

No matter how often Javier kissed her, Hope still felt like it was the first time. She crossed her arms behind Javier’s neck and he picked her up to sit her down on the kitchen counter, his lips not parting from hers.

Out of breath she gasped as he sucked on her bottom lip.

“I really missed you,” he hummed against her lips.

“I love you,” she whispered and kissed him again.

“That’s my queue to leave. Good seeing you Hope. I’ll be back tomorrow,” Javier and Hope almost jump apart, watching after a laughing Chucho.

“Are you hungry?” Javier asked when they were alone.

“Famished.”

They were lying in front of the Christmas tree a couple of hours later. Hope was wearing Javier’s shirt and Javier only his boxers.

“I want us to spend all future Christmases together,” Javier whispered. She didn’t want to leave her father alone this year, so they decided to spend Christmas apart.

“I want that too,” she smiled. She still had to tell him.

“But… Maybe we can live somewhere where it actually snows around christmas time?”

“You mean…”

“I don’t know where. I just want seasons. And not hot and hotter.”

“I think we can do that,” Javier smiled.

“We can visit Pops all the time. I just… I really don’t like the heat, Javi,” she said apologetic and Javier grinned.

“It’s not my all time favorite either, even though I grew up here.”

“Okay. So we gotta decide where.”

“But not today,” he said and she agreed.

“I still want to give you my christmas gift though,” he said and kissed her.

“Same,” she said. He turned away from her to reach for something and she did the same.

When Javier turned around and opened the palm of his hand there was only a ring in it. A beautiful ring she had seen in many pictures around this house, worn by his mother.

Hope smiled, sitting herself up so she was facing him as he knelt in front of her.

“I know I said it’s a gift for you, but… It’s a gift for me really. I love you, and I want to spend my life with you. Please be my wife,” he said and Hope nodded immediately.

“Yes. Yes of course,” she said and Javier breathed out relieved before he put the ring on her finger, kissing it softly.

“Best gift ever,” he joked, before he kissed her. Hard. His hands were already pushing the shirt she was wearing up, his big hands on her back as she stopped him.

He parted from her lips, looking at her questioningly.

“We had that talk once before. You were a little drunk, but I hope you can still remember what you said when we talked about our future.”

“A small wedding, a cozy house with place enough for a dog and at least two kids, and an apple tree,” he grinned and she chuckled.

“Yeah. Well…” she sucked her bottom lip in, nervous all of the sudden.

“I don’t know if we can make it in that order anymore. 6 months is a tight schedule to get married and moved into a new house. We could go to find a dog though. I won’t mind....” she rambled and Javier frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

Hope smiled shyly as she picked up the piece of paper from the table next to them. She gave it to him and Javier turned it around, seeing a black and white picture. He really couldn’t make out what it was until he concentrated a little more and looked at Hope. And then back to the picture.

“It was taken two days ago. I… I was feeling funny. Exhausted really and I didn’t know what was wrong so my Dad made me go to the doctor before I drove here and it turned out…”

“You’re pregnant?” Javier asked and looked up. She nodded, seemingly waiting for his reaction. Javier was speechless. Growing inside of the woman he loved was a child they made together.

Hope frowned when Javier wasn’t saying anything, growing anxious for his reaction when he laughed in the next moment.

“I’m gonna be a Dad?” he asked in disbelief, a smile on his face. Hope nodded, feeling the tears in her eyes before she found herself in Javier’s arms the next moment, and he kissed every part of her he could reach.

“I love you. I love you so much,” he murmured against her skin and she smiled, reaching with both of her hands for his face to bring his lips to hers.

“I love you more,” she said and he shook his head.

“Not possible,” Javier whispered before he kissed her lips.

#my writing #javier peña #pedro pascal #Javier Peña x ofc #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #fic series

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