a/n: hiii! i’m sorry it took me so long to post this part but ayyy it’s finally here! i don’t know if this is as good as the previous parts, so if you like it please let me know!
until her 23rd birthday party that Calum saw her again. Michael forced him to
be his plus 1, promising him lots of alcohol and lots of fun. Calum didn’t want
to go, though. It was her third birthday she celebrated with another man. He
was pretty sure she forgot about him.
He spent the whole car ride to her place
wondering if she’s still as beautiful as she was three years ago, wondering if
she looks as happy as she did when she was his. He was so lost in his thoughts,
he didn’t notice the car coming to a halt.
Cal pal, don’t be soooooo lame. Let’s go!”
grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the car and up her front porch.
she doesn’t want me here, Michael?”
stop worrying okay? It’s been what, like three years? I’m pretty sure she’s
totally fine with you being here.”
Calum was about to answer his friend, the front door opened and his eyes met
hers. And the second their eyes met, he forgot about everything. Hell, he
couldn’t even speak. He just stood there, staring at her.
words brought him back to reality, his eyes moving up and down her body,
studying her intensely. She was even more beautiful than she was three years
ago. Her hair has grown a lot since he last saw her, her eyes were shining and
her cheeks were slightly flushed, giving them a perfect colour. She was
laughed, pulling Michael into a tight hug. He whispered something into her ear
and Calum watched as she nodded, her eyes finding his again, a smile forming on
her lips. Michael pulled away and walked inside, leaving the two alone.
She took a
step forward, opening her arms. He took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms
around her, inhaling her scent. She smelled of vanilla and roses, and he immediately
knew that she’s still wearing the same perfume.
was a whisper but he knew she heard him. She hummed happily as she pulled away,
smiling at him.
Come on in! I’ll show you around!”
and slipped past her, entering her hallway. As he took his coat of he couldn’t
help but notice all her pictures on her walls. Some were of her family and
friends and some of them were pictures of her with her boyfriend. He sighed as
he looked at one of them kissing.
here’s the living room.”
him into the living room, which was filled with a lot of drunk people.
the kitchen, in the fridge is cake if you want some and on the counter is all
the alcohol we bought.”
as he watched her walk out of the kitchen and out of living room, back into the
hallway. He followed her into the bathroom and out on the balcony.
that’s it. It’s not that big but it’s enough for me.”
happily, walking him back to the living room.
live here alone?”
boyfriend Shane only lives a few blocks away though.”
“Is he here
a smile forming on her lips.
organized all of this. He’s pretty amazing.”
coughing slightly as he gently grabbed her arm, stopping her from walking into
the crowded living room.
was soft, so soft she almost didn’t hear him.
as she put her hand over his, rubbing over his skin with her thumb.
say anything, instead his eyes closed and a sigh pushed past his lips as he
nodded his head ever so slowly.
as long as you’re happy.”
Cal, it means so mu-”
There you are!”
could finish her sentence, a tall brown haired guy walked up to them. She took
a step back, only then noticing how close her body was to Calum’s.
this is my boyfriend Shane, Shane this is, uh, Calum. A old friend of mine.”
nodded, his arm wrapping around her waist.
man. I’m sorry to interrupt you two but I’ve got a surprise for you.”
wandered from Calum to Shane and from Shane back to Calum as she nodded her
at her as he grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers before pulling her
into the now silent living room.
body was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest and
his teeth nibbling on his lip. He
watched as he led her father into the living room, all eyes on them. Calum felt
a weird sensation in the pit of his stomach, fear maybe? He felt like something
was about to happen, something he didn’t want to happen. His heart stopped
beating the second he saw Shane getting down on one knee. In the back of his
head he knew he was going to propose, it was so obvious. Calum watched as she
covered her mouth with her hands, tears rolling down her cheeks. He wanted to
cry just as much, but not happy tears. He couldn’t make out what Shane was
saying but judging by her reaction, she must’ve said yes. He just stood there,
staring at her with tears in his eyes. He needed fresh air. He needed to get
away from there, it hurt too much. He
found himself out on the balcony moments later, leaning against the railing. Calum
sighed as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes, putting one between his lips
and lighting it. He didn’t want her to get married, not to someone other than
him. He wanted her. He needed her.
closed. Not now, he thought, please.
up to him, leaning her body against the railing next to him.
Her eyes studied his face intensely, noticing his puffy cheeks and his slightly
He was staring
into the distance, exhaling the smoke of his cigarette before he silently
that should’ve been me, proposing to you. Look, I know it’s been three years
but I’m still head over heels in love with you. I’ve never not been in love
with you. I wish you’d feel the same. I wish we could start over, get that
house you always wanted, adopt some puppies, get married and eventually have
kids. I don’t want you to marry someone who’s not me. I’m sorry I’m so selfish
but I need you and I can’t stand not being with you.”
He felt a
hand on his shoulder, stroking it gently as her voice filled his ears.
“I said no.”
turned, his eyes looking into hers.
“I said no.
I love Shane, I do but I can’t get married to him when I’m still in love with
I really like how this one turned out. I tried writing it a bit differently so instead of writing it just in 1st person I did a mixture of 3rd and 1st, I felt like it would’ve turned out better like that. Hope you like it @miastxy ! x
I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do
Just one more hit and then we’re through ‘Cause you could never love me back Cut every tie I have to you 'Cause your love’s a fucking drag But I need it so bad Your love’s a fucking drag But I need it so bad
Fire rained down from above, screams surrounding them and the crying of parents and children alike. Gavin looked towards the sky to see where this mysterious hellfire was coming from but at first couldn’t pinpoint it, seeing nothing but the clouds in the sky.
Until the Dragon swooped down from its hiding place above the cloud, cutting through it with a beat of it’s powerful wings. It let out a deep roar as it landed on one of the burning buildings. The purple creature seemed to search along the ground for something before it’s eyes found him. They were a bright orange and it nailed Gavin to the spot. He glanced around to make sure it was locked onto him before returning his gaze to the thing.
Maybe it was the creeper scarf around him or the fact that he was the only one not running. Whatever it was, he didn’t stick around long enough to find out why it held a sudden interest for him. He cut through the houses and shops, having to stop and turn around a few times because of the fire, until he spotted a group of men.
“Geoff! Michael!” He called in relief. They turned to face him with grave faces and he quickly made his way over to them. “Where are the others?” He asked the moment he reached the two.
“Outside the village. They’re making sure the townspeople get out of reach safely. They’re going to come back and look for survivors after I think.” Michael informed him. The man was shirtless and for a moment Gavin couldn’t help but to wonder if his bearskin had already burned up or if it was still safe for the time being.
“Come on. We need to get out of here.” Geoff interrupted his thoughts and within seconds they were rushing towards the nearest town where everyone else should be.
To say that the group of four men were pissed off that their homes had been destroyed was a bit of an understatement. It was Ryan who finally convinced them to leave this village that didn’t have enough room for everyone. “We should go and kill the thing! Skin it and sell it’s scales and horns! We could build us a whole new village with the money we could get from this thing!”
And that’s how they all decided to try to track the creature down: both to get revenge for it tearing down their home and to also help them rebuild what they had lost.
They spent 5 weeks traveling from one town to another, taking long routes to try to spot the beast. They had a map that Ryan was continuously filling out; showing where there were possible signs of it and crosses that held nothing relevant to their hunt.
There was a place to the very South of the map that rest of the edge of that kingdom and another where someone had claimed to see the Dragon. Somewhere in the forest where the trees grew think and the ground lay flat. Wildlife thrived there, animals and plants alike everywhere in a natural balance.
A haven for the creatures.
The stranger was kind enough to draw a large circle on their map where she believed it had it’s nest. So the boys found a place to stay the night, gathered another round of food and water, then left first thing the next morning.
They only traveled 3 days before the reached the perimeter of the circle. Gavin volunteered to scout ahead, already pulling the creeper scarf up to help camouflage him. Ryan sat down and looked over the map. “We’ve already looked here, here, here, and here and found nothing. But over around here is where we thought were some potential things. So I think we should start from right around this area and work our way back towards the middle where there’s nothing.” He offered while pointing all over the paper to Geoff who was standing over his shoulder.
The oldest hummed in thought before glancing around them. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to spread out and work our way towards the middle?” He asked.
While the two strategists worked on what to do, Michael took out his sword and crouched down next to a tree. There was a rabbit not too far from him that would make a nice meal. He waiting a moment more then pounced.
After they ate, it was agreed upon to stick together. Just in case they did find the Dragon, no one wanted to be stuck alone with it. So they followed Ryan’s advice and headed West.
It was nearing nightfall when they heard it. The beating of wings above them. But because of the thick trees, they couldn’t see anything farther than the leaves. At least they knew they were getting close now.
Finally, Gavin came back with good news. “Guys! I found it! I found the nest!” Again they rested, knowing they would need their strength for the battle.
The beast lay with its body curled around itself. The wings were draped over the head and as much of the body as they could get. Upon closer inspection by the group, they noticed it was quite small. Most of the other dragons they had seen flying about had been much larger than this one, as well as more docile towards them.
Ryan couldn’t help but question what made the Dragon attack their village in the first place. It was something that had plagued his mind for almost two months now, something he would probably never get the answer to. But he pushed his thoughts back and tried to focus on the task at hand. They moved in unison towards the sleeping beast until-
“What are you guys doing here?” A strange voice came from behind them. Geoff froze and spun around to face the newcomer.
“Don’t wake it!” He ordered, eyes darting back to the creature who stirred but didn’t wake. The strange man looked back and forth between the group and the Dragon until realization dawned on him.
“You can’t kill him!” He pleaded loud enough to easily get the beast’s attention. “He did nothing wrong!”
“What do you mean?! He burned our village to the ground!” Michael snarled at the stranger.
“Because YOU guys were disturbing the peace! You come in here, stomping all over the flora and kill the fauna for sport! You’re ruining the forest!”
“Jack?” Another voice came from behind. It was gruff from sleep and as Gavin turned around to look, he froze. And it wasn’t just because the guy was naked.
Purple hair with orange in the middle is what gathered his attention first. Then the fact that, you know. The Dragon was gone and this man who looked younger than he stood there! But then Gavin looked at the man’s eyes and his mind sputtered to a complete stop.
Orange eyes with the pupils in slits. Just like a cat. Like a Dragon.
The man also seemed to freeze as his tired eyes took in Gavin.
A/N: my first Derek Hale Imagine ahh xD my favorite sour-wolf!
Request: Anonymous said: Hi love! How are you? I was wondering if you could do a Teen Wolf imagine? The reader is Alpha of her own pack who came to Beacon Hills and she is well respected among everyone for her strength, bravery, skills, wisdom etc. She meets Derek and Scott (and everyone else) and helps them with the Alpha Pack. Along the way she and Derek fall in love and she becomes great friends with the others. Thank you so much, have a great day!❤😘
“Derek! She wants to help us! She knows about the Alpha pack-“
“Scott, you can’t just pick up any stray Omegas you find and expect-“
“Whoa, excuse me?” (Y/N) argued from where Deaton was patching her stomach up. “Did you just say stray Omega?” she asked getting upset.
“Yes” Derek said firmly.
“Oh, how charming” she said rolling her eyes. “An Alpha, I’m assuming?”
“Yes” Derek said stepping closer. “How did you know?”
“Takes one to know one, handsome” she said flashing her red eyes at him.
“Ha! Bet you didn’t see that one coming sour-wolf” Stiles said laughing but stopped when Derek glared at him.
“You’re an Alpha?”
“Yes” she said as Deaton finished.
“It should be gone in no time” he said with a kind smile.
“Thanks” she said rolling her shirt down. “I’m (Y/N)” she said extending her hand for him to take. Derek looked at it and hesitated but shook it anyways.
“Hale, I know” she said grabbing her jacket from the chair and putting it on. “I know all about the Hale family and I know all about Scott McCall” she said looking back at Scott. “The True Alpha” she said emphasizing it only to annoy Derek a little. She succeeded.
“And you want to help us?” Derek asked still upset.
“Well, yes. You’re crazy if you think you can take an Alpha pack by yourselves” she told them.
“And you know how?”
“Uh-huh and we should trust you why?” Derek said with a sarcastic laugh.
“Because my last name is Lupin” she said defiantly and erasing Derek’s smirk off his face.
You keep excusing everything Ginny has done, but that doesn't change the fact that she used her boyfriends to make Harry jealous and made fun of Luna.
It is 2017 and the fanon excuses for hating on Ginny Weasley have to stop. Ginny has called Luna ‘loony’ in some occasions. Nevertheless, her behavior towards her was friendly. Not just polite, but Ginny genuinely treated Luna like any other human being even before they got closer through their participation in Dumbledore’s Army.
As for Ginny using boys to get to Harry, this is your own misinterpretation.Ginny-haters keep acting as if she was parading her boy-toys in front of Harry to make him jealous, but the fact is that her relationships were independent to him. She always had feelings for him, she always hoped that he might reciprocate what she felt, but trying to move on was something that she did for herself after Hermione advised her to do so. There is nothing wrong with a girl who is being ignored by the one she likes trying to grow out from being his shadow. Ginny trying to control her feelings, grow into herself and develop healthy relationships instead of pining over Harry is actually good characterization in my opinion. Hoping that maybe someday he would see her for who she is and fall for that person is not a crime. Human feelings have no switch. A girl may have feelings for a person for most of her life. Does that mean that she has to die alone and not try to form other relationships? When Ginny was silent around Harry and her crush manifested in an immature way people hated her. When she tried to handle it maturely, she was still hated. I don’t know what some fans want from her character.
When she dated Michael Corner, Harry heard about it from Hermione after they had been dating for three months. Even when she was dating Dean, the trio stumbled upon them. Ginny wasn’t rubbing her relationships in Harry’s face. She wasn’t trying to make him jealous. And bonus, just for you: during her third year at Hogwarts, Ginny had the chance to be Harry’s date at the Yule Ball. Nevertheless, having already agreed to go with Neville even though it was an agreement between friends so that he wouldn’t go alone and she would be able to attend, and despite how much she wanted to go with Harry, she didn’t even think of letting her friend hanging.
TPrompt 30 with Michael Gray “You’re allowed to be happy, y’know.”
You hadn’t smiled, really smiled, in months. You barely spoke, now. You barely did anything anymore. Sadness radiated from your body, your eyes never quite meeting other people’s when they spoke to you. You felt like your heart had been replaced with a lead weight, shoving any sense of who you were beneath the crushing heaviness of your heartbreak.
Do y'all ever think about how in Voices in My Head, Michael is giving Jeremy advice on how to ask out Christine and he tells him to mention how smart she is? What if that’s what Michael always wanted to tell Jeremy when he confessed but he’s trying to set Jeremy up with Christine to make him happy, but all he knows about love is what he feels for Jeremy
how does michael reconcile her vulcan upbringing with the parts of her that are so traumatically human? we’ve seen how. well. unwelcoming the vulcan are, even to spock, and he has actual claim to vulcan heritage—- but to a child who is completely other….what was that like for her. growing up in a culture where emotion is suspended?
……then again, maybe that was good for her? to channel her rage at suddenly being so, acutely alone ( but not, amanda is humming earth tunes and stroking the soft shell of her ears as the bombs go off in michael’s brain and the world is white hot ash, fire, a scream, then one, then two, then endless ) into something productive? beating the vulcan’s at their own game lmao fair life goals
is it better to teach a child to cordon off those feelings, to see the world in terms of objectivity and logic? was it better for her like this? to hold her human heart in her hand and. well. shield it from clouding her mind. hold it still. this way. she just has to be.be smarter, be better, be cleverer. that’s the boon of prioritizing logic. you can suspend emotion and just think. just be.
Summary: AU Gang!5sos. You and the rest 5sos are one of the most famous gangs, prepared for one of the biggest robberies of your lives. However, your heart is torn between two boys… Who would you choose and what effect would this have on the rest of the gang?
A/N: Please leave some constructive feedback in order to improve at writing! Also, don’t forget to request new stuff
Jeremy worries his lip between his teeth and plays with the edge of his shirt, and he doesn’t look at Michael when he mumbles, “What if Christine decides she doesn’t like me?”
What if I’m not enough echoes between them and Michael wants to crush his best friend into a hug and tell him that he is enough, has always been enough, and he and Christine both know it.
And Michael - doesn’t say, who couldn’t like you? Not with blue eyes like yours, so deep that you get lost in them, and a smile so bright that it lights up the whole school. He doesn’t let the cracks in his chest show and say what more could she possibly want?
Instead, Michael smiles and places and arm around Jeremy’s shoulders, pulling him closer as he says, “Well then she doesn’t have eyes. Because you, my friend, are quite the catch.”
And when Jeremy looks up and smiles down at him so softly, well. Michael just hopes he can’t see the cracks in his smile or how they connect to the ones in his chest.
Any, any, first heartbreak.
The first time Jeremy cancels their gaming session, it’s to hang out with the new kid in their third grade class who invited him over after school.
Jeremy smiles through the story, excitement and anxiety mingling, and it feels like an arrow has been shot through Michael’s chest, but Jeremy doesn’t seem to notice as he continues to add details: every word making it harder to breathe.
He goes home that evening and cries into his pillow and no matter how hard his mom and dad try to get him to eat, his stomach continues to be appalled at the idea of food. He falls asleep with tears staining his pillow, and a twisting stomach, and wakes the next morning to board the bus and hear all about his best friends new adventure: without him.
Michael comes to learn, in time and as the years past, that the pain is something that comes with Jeremey: a price, really. And that breathing around him doesn’t get easier after that; it gets harder, breathes weighed down by words unspoken, thoughts and feelings too heavy and risky to be admitted.
And while the price is high, well, he’s happy to pay it. Especially if it means he gets to keep his best friend by his side for as long as he can. No matter how many times he gets left behind, or how many arrows he feels plunging through his chest.
Because then Jeremy will turn and smile at him, and it’s like the pain was never even there.
Warning: R-rated for more sexual situations, kids.
The family therapist Sara found had a bunch of fancy credentials after her name, but insisted Mike call her Dr. Kate. She shook his hand first, adjusting her jovial greeting to match his solemnity at meeting a new person. Watching the interaction, Michael had to give her credit for knowing what she was doing. They talked all together first, in a living room sort of configuration he figured was supposed to feel non-threatening or familiar.
Dr. Kate began by asking Mike how school was going. “My dad picks me up now,” he supplied. A box of toys sat on the side of the couch, and he began piecing together LEGOs.
“And how’s that going?” she asked.
He searched the box until he found a flat foundational base, then fitted a series of blocks on top of it. “Mom already asked me about that. I said ‘good’.”
Dr. Kate didn’t give him a pass. “It must be weird though, right? Your dad back, after hearing so much about him all your life?”
Mike pondered this. His jaw clenched slightly the way Sara’s did when she felt tense. “He is super important,” he finally conceded.
“Who? Your dad?”
Michael started to contradict this, but Kate silenced him with a hand. Mike didn’t notice, looking carefully at Sara over the top of his LEGOs, which now formed a tower. “Especially to my mom.”
Another three days and still there was no sign of Michael. Elouise had checked the Garrison, the office, nowhere. And still he hadn’t come home. Their house was cold and lonely and she found it unbearable trying to sleep there alone, causing her to retreat to her childhood bedroom in Polly’s house, which appeared just as she had left it.
When Monday came round she pulled on her clothes and walked the short distance to work, unsure if today was the day she’d see him again. She half expected him to be standing outside the office, a hand in his pocket as he leant against the brick, a cigarette in the other. Instead she saw a girl, dressed in a fur coat and hat pulled close over her eyes, making it hard to tell who she was. Whoever she was though, she looked out of place. Elouise picked up her pace as she approached her, only one thing on her mind as a devilish smiled played on her lips.
“Excuse me,” she greeted warmly, “you look lost, can I help you with something?”
this is just me getting out some important meg turney feelings i love her v much okay thanks for listening
Meg Turney was an aesthetic sort of person. There was no doubt about that.
Baby doll dresses and heels that gave her walk an extra flirty, commanding lilt, her hair in pretty curls that framed her pretty face. She loved things that exuded luxury, she enjoyed when people knew she was one of the have’s, not the have-not’s. Probably a result of growing up one of eleven in a family that never had quite enough to suit her tastes and probably one of the reasons she got into this business.
It could be something left over from her modeling days, when aestheticism was her bread and butter, but she had always had an appreciation for things that were pretty.
She also had a penchant for irony, which is probably why she was an ex-model turned criminal and why beauty was laced into everything she did.
She had lots of glitter in her wardrobe, but accessories were her favorite. She had guns in all sorts of pastel colors, her favorite car was a baby pink mustang with an all-white interior that she’d 100% gut someone for getting dirty, and she has a special person in the nearby laundromat who takes special care of all her blood-and-other-gore-stained clothes. “Like a mob doctor, but for clothes,” as Jack always teased.
Her favorite example, however, was her knife collection. Griffon sometimes questioned the logic of having beautifully-crafted and easily identifiable knives as one of her weapons of choice, especially considering she insisted on going back to retrieve most of them (the only ones she left behind were ones she left as calling cards) because they were expensive as fuck and she was really attached to them. But to her, it was all worth it.
The sight of some huge lug, who very clearly underestimated her and thought he would simply scare her into submission, bleeding out on the floor with one of her beautiful knives, with roses carved into the marble hilt, lodged in his chest, some of the white petals getting painted in red with his retreating life, gave her such a rush.
Meg didn’t just use her knives for killing, though that was probably her favorite use for them (perhaps that’s why her and Ryan got along so well.)
Meg loved to scare everyone she knew and loved just a little bit, so she liked to show off her knives, her pretty, delicate killing tools as much as possible. She would peel fruit with them, hem dresses with them (“Cosplay isn’t cheap, you know, and I’d rather spend money on fabric than a new pair of scissors”,) and, on one memorable occasion, had enlisted Mica and Lindsay who had graciously trusted her enough to let her trim their ends with her favorite blade while the boys watched.
Besides that, she especially liked leaving them around specifically with the intention of them being found by people she wanted to find them.
The first time she’d ever left a knife for someone to find, it had been in the center of the bed of some frat boy asshole whose dad owned the jewelry shop she’d been scoping out for weeks. All she’d had to do was flutter her eyelashes and ask for a drink before she’d trapped him, acting captivated all night as he bragged endlessly about his dad’s store and spilling what he thought to be inconsequential information in the hands of some random, ditzy girl he’d met in a bar.
She’d let him take her home, let him eat her out for his troubles before looting the place and sneaking out before dawn, but not before leaving her blade hilt-deep in his bedsheets, with a note that said “Made you look <3” in red lipstick under the blade.
Meg found she liked using her blades as a calling card when the situation called for it, a signature all her own.
She left behind notes tacked to the walls by knives quite often while she was freelancing. More often than not, the notes were for The Vagabond, with whom she was frequently partnered for jobs (because the results were usually impeccable) and whom she’d grown very fond of very quickly.
She didn’t tend to stick around after jobs she collaborated on, just took her share and left without stopping to exchange pleasantries once her part was finished. The Vagabond, or Ryan, as she’d come to know him as, privileged information she was honored to know, was the only person who made her wish she would.
She couldn’t though, she knew that, not yet. There was still too much at stake for her, knew that no one was truly here to make friends and she was not about to lose everything she’d worked for because she’d wanted a companion.
So Meg left little notes where she knew he’d find them, little goodbyes that became “see you later’s” that became just any old thought that popped into her mind because she knew she’d see Ryan again.
“I saw all the Diet Coke cans you have stashed in the backseat of your car. Savage.”
“I’m always peckish right after these jobs. Next time, you bring coffee, I’ll bring doughnuts?”
“I don’t care how comfortable they are. I will not be seen on a job with you in those disgusting Dad shoes again.”
(That was a particular favorite, because she knew Ryan woke up the next morning with a video on his phone of his gross waiter shoes going up on flames in the middle of an undisclosed warehouse in West Los Santos. He’d shown up to their next job in, unsurprisingly, another pair of Dad shoes, she’d shown up with a shoebox and a pair of custom Diet Coke converse for him to wear. To her delight, he did.)
Every time they met up for a new job, he would hand her back the knife she’d left behind on the last one, a smile sparkling in the eyes behind the mask.
Then Ryan settled down with a crew and she went from seeing him a couple of times a month to not at all, and that was awful.
Then she’d gotten an offer from Geoff and Griffon Ramsey, patriarch and matriarch of one of the most infamous organized crime syndicates on the West Coast, who claimed an “anonymous” tip led them to her, and she decided that maybe she’d spent enough time on her own.
Meg moved into the Ramseys’ enormous penthouse, got her own room just down the hall from Ryan, and suddenly the infamous Baby Doll had a dollhouse all her own.
The Fake AH Crew quickly became accustomed to finding painstakingly detailed and jewel-encrusted knives in random places, almost always with notes attached.
She left a rhinestone-studded knife stuck in the center of a plate of leftover lasagna, claiming it as her own. She then left the same knife, now blood-stained, speared in the center of the stainless steel refrigerator with a note that read “WHOEVER ATE MY LASAGNA, I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL DESTROY YOU.”
She stuck notes on Trevor’s door, reminding him that Galavant was on that night at eight and he’d better be ready for some show tunes. When Galavant was on break, she made sure he knew that Reign was on in a few hours.
When Jack was out on recon, she left the curling iron she’d borrowed with its cord wrapped around the knife stuck in her bedroom door, with a note telling her thanks for letting me use this, there’s cookies on the counter if she was hungry, also they were out of tampons. Jack delicately reminded her that that information may be better shared via text, while she was still out and able to pick some up before coming home, and Meg agreed.
Meg got on with the Fake AH Crew like a house on fire, they were the family she thought she wouldn’t have after she let hers behind, but as much as she loved them, they only saw a fraction of her knife post-its. Most of her messages were left behind explicitly for Gavin, Michael, and Lindsay.
If leaving L.A., becoming a criminal, and joining the Fake AH Crew felt like a puzzle piece sliding into place, meeting Lindsay, Gavin, and Michael felt like three more puzzle pieces connecting themselves to her and completing the whole damn picture.
A good chunk of their conversations were verbally continuing a thought Meg had left on a piece of paper tacked to a wall somewhere.
It might be a “I don’t know if Birdo is transgender, Meg, but I do know that you’re coming to bed and we’re taking a nap right now” or a “Turney, I don’t care if you don’t like it, I’m keeping the beard” or a “Hey, I got your note, I’m at the store now and I don’t see Land Before Time VIII, will you settle for Cats Don’t Dance?” Sometimes they would forget to tell Meg that they were answering a question she’d asked on a note and they’d have to backtrack and remind her.
Even worse, they had developed what Ray sneeringly referred to as their “super secret queer knife language,” which didn’t even require any paper notes. Meg would just leave certain knives around their room or the penthouse and miraculously, the other three were able to decipher what she wanted based off of it.
Meg’s switchblade with the hilt designed to look like a marble column was met with a text from Michael asking her what kind of food she wants him to bring her, he’ll head out in a minute.
Her black knife with the grip that was carved to look like a black cat wedged into the wall right next to the front door let Lindsay know she had a cat video to show her and to come to their room immediately. Her butterfly knife decorated with actual, crystallized butterfly wings (a gift from when some of the Starbomb gang had visited) lodged in their door meant she was having some sort of emotional breakdown, “butterflies” in her stomach and that she needed one, two, or all of them, whoever was available, for cuddles, STAT.
Her double-sided knife that had flowers carved into the hilt was a promise, a tease, a request to have all the necessary supplies for a fun night, and Geoff gagged every time he saw it.
The best, however, was when Michael, Lindsay, and Gavin found one of her hundreds of throwing knives, small, compact, with pastel ribbons wrapped about the grip and hanging like streamers from the ring on the end. She left them discreetly, in places only they would find them.
Holding up Michael’s leather jacket on a hanger in the wall, letting him know she’d been able to use club soda to get the bloodstains out, or snuck into his duffel bag when he had to go away for a few days (he now had one of them hanging from his rearview mirror.)
She left one standing upright in the desk next to Gavin’s mouse of his ridiculous computer set-up, with a cupcake and a note reminding him to “take a shower for Christ’s sake, it’s been days and you are ready for this heist, I promise.”
Shoved into the mattress next to a brand new dress Meg had bought for Lindsay, a pair of matching shoes and purse lying next to it, with a note that read “Be ready by 7, I’m taking you out on a date <3.” Little “I love you’s” and reminders that she was thinking of them, relayed to them with the same tools she’d used to stop someone’s heart. A “you take my breath away” with something she’d used to do just that.
i might put this on ao3 i don’t know let me know if y’all like that
p.s. the butterfly butterfly knife was given to meg by suzy from game grumps if you couldn’t tell bc she sells bug things
p.p.s. made a cats don’t dance reference bc natalie cole just died rip
Sara woke early and took a long, hot shower. In her room, she made a beeline for her clothes and retreated to change in the guest bathroom, resolutely averting her eyes from anything of Jacob’s: his suits still hung in his closet, midterms still sat on his bedside table, awaiting a grade. Downstairs, she made coffee, looked in the fridge for cream, then remembered she’d jotted it on her grocery list a week ago. She blinked at the absurdity of this.