A Piece Of Wallpaper

List of all writings and art I have posted on tumblr, organized to make it easier to navigate.

Hi! The rape whistle au is from @i-used-to-wear-the-fedora

Breaking into Zoey’s lab was something off limits. Westley knew that. He also knew how much fun everything in there looked, and that she wasn’t going to be back for a few hours thanks to a meeting at the station. So, free reign, huh?

Westley slipped the door open, giving the room a quick glance before stepping into the colourful lab. Stereotypically, scientists labs were plain white and greys. Zoey’s held so much light, numbers, liquids. He knew he shouldn’t touch anything, she’d know he was in there if anything was moved or broken, but it was all too interesting. He stepped closer, examining the contents of jars and glancing over the paper sprawled over the table top.

He honestly could say, even after working with her for a year, he had no idea what the hell any of this was. Smart shit to find Hustle, that’s all he knew. DNA, experiments, estimating where he’d hit next, trying to find out how he escapes, that’s all in here. All Westley did was show up and be some muscle to help take him down. He reached over to a vial, picking it up to look at the magenta liquid that sat in it.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” A voice cut through the ringing and beeping of the lab, making Westley jump and almost drop the glass in his hand.

“Yale, what the hell!” He whisper-yelled, turning to face the second intruder of the lab. A small smirk played across Yale’s lips as he approached the middle of the room.

“Snooping around won’t get her on your good side,” His eyes dropped to the vial in Westley’s hand.

“If it’s anything you’re here too,” Westley responded, turning his attention back to the liquid. “What do you think it is?”

They stood in silence for a moment, both attempting to determine what was in the glass between them. Westley then smirked, sticking the vial under Yale’s noise before the other could react. “Does this smell like a love potion to you?” He asked.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Yale mumbled, pushing the vial away as he turned to hide his now blushing face.

“Because I think it is,” Westley continued. “A strong one, I might add. Just smelling it, I already feel the effects.” He placed the vial down, stepping forward to steal a quick kiss.

“That’s actually the worst thing you could say.” Yale pushed him away, turning his back towards Westley to look over the papers once more.

“I hate her,” He mumbled after a second, reached down to pick up a paper.

“Why?” Westley looked over his shoulder to see what he was holding before laughing. Written on the top of the personal report, Zoey had written, “Went to Abandoned Building on Jones Street with Westley and Detective Muffin.”

“I’m glad she’s picking it up,” Westley laughed.

“I’m not,” Yale mumbled, turning to face Westley once again, pulling him into a hug. “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know,” He spoke, muffled into Westley’s shoulder.

“Whatever you say, Detective Muffin.”

~

Jeremy never wanted to be hated. Not from the crew at least. The people he had looked up to for years and was somehow able to fit a spot from himself in their makeshift family. He didn’t want to risk what he had finally gotten. So, he did everything he could. When they asked anything he did it without question. He bent over backwards, taking on task after task. He did his best to not speak out of turn, to not crowd them but also not ignore. It was exhausting, but it was what he had to do.

By doing this he built up both a wall between him and the others, as well as a constant. Things would happen around him as so much of it was clockwork. He things before he even processed what or why he was doing it. One of his impulses was apologizing, constantly. He felt he had to cause who else was to blame anyways? It was always him in some way or another, might as well get the apology out right away. It was always worse when it builds up. Sometimes Jeremy’s mind got the best of him and loosing him for hours or sometimes days to complete anxiety.

- Axial was an unknown to the crew for a long time. He helped them here and there, a reliable source, but they never actually met him.

- He knew and helped both the starting crew along with the others (Rimmy Tim, The Sause etc) before they even joined the crew.

- With this long loyatly, Geoff eventually reached out and got him to join more properly, as they worked closer with Axial once Jeremy joined.

- Matt is a jack of all trades, good at planning, behind the scene work, hacking and technology, and being on the front line.

- His only weaknesses are stealth missions and getting distracted quiet easily. Some would argue he’s even worse than Gavin at times, because at least Gavin hyper fixates somtimes.

- He’s their unofficial babysitter, dealing with their bs constantly and just continuing through it, but he does truely care about both the main crew and the B team.

- He spends his free time gaming, and challanging the others to games constantly.

- Being a jack of all trades, he has helped patch up the team more times than he can count. He helps with as much as possible, stitching them up and setting bones so they don’t have to call others in. It’s his least favourite part of the job.

Just some random ideas:

- After being apart for so long the seven birds don’t want to ever be alone again. They (mainly Magnus) build a giant house for all of them to live in when they aren’t busy adventuring, on the moon base, and their schools or other wise. There’s a ton of rooms so others who aren’t even one of the birds, like Killian, Angus, and more can stay whenever they want.

- When they first started their mission, no one could tell the twins apart. The first one to be able to was Lucretia, picking up on mannerisms quickly. Next, suprisingly was Merle, though he would never explain how he knew. Barry was quick to follow, spending time with them on the animal planet, followed by Magnus, then Davenport after knowing them for over a year. He still sometimes messes up.

- Fitz is a secret beefy lad. His clothes hide it away and with his fake glasses he looks like a huge nerd but he takes off his shirt and he’s ripped.

- Docter Mushroom’s is ace and you can’t change my mind.

- When Aubrey was on her own doing magic, she spent a period of her time homeless. She never told her family because she didn’t want to accept that maybe she couldn’t make it. She became close friends with a trans girl who let Aubrey stay with her when work was short, and she still keeps in contact with her to this day.

- Duck is trans. He’s called Duck because he didn’t know what he wanted to be named when he was very young and just told everyone to call him Duck cause his family seemed to refer to them as boys when they saw them on trips to the lake. He picked the name Wayne when he was a little bit older, but the nickname always stuck, and he himself didn’t want to let it go.

- Magnus will literally do anything, it’s impossible to stop him even. It’s the worst when he’s with Barry and they go off on extremely dangerous experments. Many of their deaths throughout the Century are because of said experiments.

Golden Target

Warning: Explosions, Near-Death, Pain, Self Hate, Anxiety (General FAHC stuff)

Edit: Now OT5

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No one can believe that their Golden Boy was the one with the huge bounty. People had been coming after the group for weeks now, more often than normal, and it was harming the crew. Alferdo took a bullet in the arm, someone stabbed Jack, Lindsey was thrown in a car and almost taken.

It wasn’t until one assassin finally broke that they found out that it was Gavin who had a huge target on his head. “How the FUCK did you manage to pull this off!” Was the first thing Geoff screamed in their meeting, not even turning to face Gavin as his face flushed in anger.

“I don’t know! I haven’t left on a proper mission in over a month!” Was the only explanation Gavin had. Instantly, Gavin was assigned at least one of the others to guard him. At first, he enjoyed it, having one of his partners around. They watched over him and having to listen and pay attention to him. He lived in the attention. But, it got annoying. 

He couldn’t go anywhere and Matt wasn’t any closer to finding out who but the hit on him. Someone was always over his shoulder when all he wanted was to work. He couldn’t concentrate with someone constantly stopping him and making him explain what he was doing for “Safety Reasons”. He could tell they did enjoy getting back at him for being an annoying shit at times, but he needed time alone. He wanted to work, fidget, even breathe without someone arms reach away at least some times!

“Michael please, I am just going to bed, can I be alone for one night?” Gavin pulled his covers up over his knees were he sat on his  bed, pouting towards his guard for the night.

“You know the rules, and I can’t risk you getting hurt, sorry. It sucks now, but keeping you alive is better in the long run,” Michael shot Gavin a soft smile. He sat on the makeshift bed they installed after Gavin started complaining at the constant attention. It was to give him a bit of space.

Gavin huffed, rolling over in his bed. But, he didn’t  expect it to go any other way, he wanted to give them one last chance before he did something reckless. He knew he shouldn’t, but he was dying from the constant people and worry. He pretended to sleep, closing his eyes in the dark room and slowing his breath. And he waited. And waited. And waited. 

It wasn’t until a few hours later he deemed it safe.Gavin slowly slipped out of his bed. He tip-toed over to his door, stopping every second to confirm Michael was still asleep. He knew others would be up, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He learned their schedule. Jack will have her door open, Matt will be working. Jeremy takes the night shift awake with Fiona and Alfredo, in the living room with a muted movie playing. 

The rest are asleep.He shifted around the house, going from stop to stop, grabbing at his hidden stashes around the house. They can hold all different things, but for now all he needs is his guns. Signature look, shining and gold. With one last look over his shoulder, Gavin slipped out the front door. He headed towards the elevator. 

He fiddled with his gun as he went down. He didn’t exactly know what his plan was, but he wanted out anyway. And finding someone while out on the field who can lead him to where he has to go wouldn’t be a down side. He still worried though, about disappointing his partners. 

He really loved them so much. They make his world worth living in all honesty, and he hates how much his body wants to push them away just so he can get a break. They reassure him that it’s okay to feel that way, but it still leaves a pit in his stomach. He doesn’t want them thinking he doesn’t appreciate the care and safety, but he feels useless and weak being walked around and watched. He felt like an infant since he can’t be left alone for even a second. He needs this. He needs a break.

The elevator dings and the doors to the main garage open up. He doesn’t give anything a second thought as he walks toward the far end. Normally he’d take his car, but right now he needs to feel free, feel the wind, so a basic bike will do. 

The next moments move so fast yet so slow, Gavin couldn’t even process what had happened. As he passed by his car, walking towards the motorcycles, an explosion rang out and he was flung into the wall. His head snapped back against the cement, and all he could process was a high pitch ringing, white light, and pain. So much pain.

He felt himself cough, sparks of agony with every sharp breath. It felt like he was suffocating. He attempted to move, to get up, but the burn was too much. His skin felt like it was on fire and he couldn’t feel past his shoulder on his right, left? He didn’t even know. All he knew was this pain that took over his mind, he couldn’t even scream. 

His vision slowly returned, blurry images of someone above him, then more pain. Right in his gut. That caused him to scream, which only caused more pain in this endless cycle. He couldn’t escape. He heard laughter. Where were the others. He couldn’t die. He had spent the last week being a whining asshole, he has to say goodbye. Please let him say goodbye.

But, he still laid there, slipping out of consciences. Then he heard gunshots, and as much as he didn’t want to leave, he honestly prayed the next one would be through his head.

Someone was above him again, and he finally attempted to move. A screech shook out as his body flared with even more misery. He wanted to be alone. He wanted love, he wanted a break. He wanted to die. Please give him something.

He felt himself be up and he couldn’t even scream anymore. His body couldn’t take it, and he was gone.

~

Pain. That’s all there was waking him up. Gavin woke, upset his prayers didn’t go through. All he hoped was that whoever took him finished him off quickly.He heard… something. He didn’t know what though. Something around him, god why couldn’t he be alone. He willed to go back into the darkness but the agony wasn’t letting him. Finally he allowed his eyes to open. He didn’t see anything for a few moments before some fuzzy shapes came into play.

“-vin’” He heard. What did that mean? “Wake up?” He knew that, and he already was. He let out a whine, and the noises stopped. He blinked over and over again, but it was still hard to see. He felt cords though, all over him and hated it. He didn’t want the touch.

He slowly started processing more and saw Jeremy and Michael right beside his bed. Sad smiles plastered their faces. “Hey Gav,” Michael whispered, and Gavin let his eyes close. He wanted to talk, to yell at them to leave him, to stop the pain, but his body wouldn’t let him.

Geoff and Jack arrived into the room. Too many. He was still stuck, he was still trapped. People were still after him, he could never be safe and never breathe again. He couldn’t breathe. Tears pooled up in his eyes, and he couldn’t stop them. 

“Pl-, please.” His voice croaked out. “I want to be alone,” Tears fell as they watched, shocked. He refused to open his eyes though, but heard as people left the room. Then Gavin broke. 

Thoughts raced through his mind, of how they hate him now, how he was being selfish. They saved his life, yet he didn’t even say thank you. He told them to leave. Gavin would leave himself if he could. Have a final stand down with the man who asked for his head. To the death, winner takes all. Prove he’s worth something and not an unintelligent, useless eye-candy boy. Wallowing in his pity, Gavin let sleep take him, eventually.

~

Gavin was stuck to his bed for days. Only visitors were the B team, coming to bring food and fill any new requests, but Gavin had none. He missed his lovers, but he fucked up and now was alone. He’d probably get removed from the team once he had healed enough anyway. They’d get rid of the worthless boy who gave them nothing.

Finally, he was allowed out of the room, out of the bed. He needed to have a wheelchair, a common occurrence in the penthouse, but he didn’t necessarily want to. He didn’t want to have to face them. Fiona did decide that he had to though. Gavin got himself into the chair. He could move with manageable pain because of his medication, but his left arm was wrapped and unable to move.  The explosion had shattered many parts of his arm. 

Fiona wheeled Gavin out of the room, but didn’t get far in the silence before Gavin gasped. Jack, Geoff, Jeremy, and Michael were in the living room. There was a giant pile of movies, blankets, snacks, and more all out but the best were the smiles on their faces. 

Michael came forward, his expressions becoming laced with guilt as he saw the state Gavin was in. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.“ He mumbled before grabbing the wheelchair and bringing Gavin closer to the others. 

“We all feel bad for not doing the best, by surrounding you and draining your sociability, yet refusing to leave. We didn’t mean to hurt you, we wanted to keep you safe and did what we thought was right without listening to you.” Jack apologized, her eyes dropping from Gavin’s to the floor, the others nodding along.“

We let you be alone, though we did check in when you were asleep, sorry. I didn’t want to be gone that long and kind of started the quick visits.” Jeremy mumbled.

“This day is for you, and if you don’t like any of it, it can be changed, but we got your favourites and we can stay or leave. Whatever you want Gav,” Michael explained. Gavin wished he has a proper response. He really did. But all he did was start crying again.

“What’s wrong,” Geoff asked, panic lacing into his voice.Gavin shook his head, wiping some tears away. 

“I-I thought you guys would hate me,”

“We could never hate you,” Michael stated, and others chorused in. 

“But I left, I damaged the garage and I was a huge dick and-” Gavin was cut off.

“But we also drove you to that point. We need proper communication, always. And while leaving wasn’t the best option, we are still to blame. And even if we weren’t, we would still love you through your mistakes Gavin.” Jeremy explained, planting a soft kiss onto Gavin’s wet cheek.

“So, what do you want Gavin?” Geoff asked quietly.

~ Will write gore, romance, etc, no nsfw please ~

Fake AH Crew

Be More Chill

Dear Evan Hansen

The Adventure Zone

Any of my old shit

Words: TBA

Warnings: None

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Michael took a deep breath. Today was the day, this was it. He was going to confess his love to Jeremy.

He waited impatiently for Jeremy to come to his house. His leg bounced with nervousness as he sat on the couch. His eyes scanned around the room, attempting to find something to distract him from his racing mind. He reached over to the coffee table, picking up the remote and flipping the T.V. on.

Michael scrolled threw the channels, hoping to find something mildly entertaining. After a few minutes though, he shut off the screen since he heard the house door open. Michael stood up, wiping his sweaty hands on his red sweater. He walked up his apartment's stairs to meet Jeremy half way.

"Hey!" Jeremy spoke cheerfully, struggling slightly to balance as he carried multiple bags filled with snacks and games. Michael let out a small chuckle, taking some from Jeremy to make his trip down the stairs easier.