Everything I Ever Wanted Masterlist

Jack was getting released from the hospital today and Race just wanted everything to be perfect. Jack said they were gonna stay with an old friend of his. So Race was pacing in the hallway while the doctor spoke to Jack and gave him some pain killers. He felt like he was about to bounce off the walls but also was somehow wildly exhausted like he might pass out at any moment.

The doctors were trying to get Jack to go to some inpatient hospital. Jack said he wasn’t supposed to be listening when the doctors spoke to him, especially the psychiatrist and therapists. But Race wasn’t stupid.

When Jack was asleep, all Race had left to do was think, think about how Jack had been nothing short of a slave for the past fourteen years in fear of losing his only son. He could remember it all clearer in hindsight. The way Jack would flinch whenever Snyder’s hand grazed him or the cries late at night, the screaming, the times Race had walked in and seen the abuse— no, the torture happening, and the fact that he’d done nothing about it.

All the boy could think after that was that most people who went through traumatic experiences like this contemplated ending it one way or another. He couldn’t help but wonder if it had ever crossed Jack’s mind, now that he knew how trapped the man had been.

But he was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw someone walking towards him. He paused in his back and forth. “Mom?” he whispered.

The woman came to a stop in front of him, looking down, not really expecting the boy to call her that. She took a deep breath, clearing her throat. “H-hi, Tyler James,” she said. “I saw on the news that William Snyder had been arrested. I thought I might find you here—“

“What’re you doing here?” Race asked.

Amelia bit her lip. She looked down at the flowers in her hands and something harsh filled up Race’s chest. Anger. Resentment. Betrayal. Amelia took a small step towards him and Race backed away. “Tyler—“

“Don’t,” Race insisted. “Don’t pretend. Did you know? About him? About… about how terrible he was—“

“Honey—“

“No,” the boy insisted again. “Don’t use your little pet names and try to distract me. I j-just listened to him talk about things that happened… b-before I was even born, which means this has been going on for, s-so long, and y-you… you let him sign that contract, knowing what that would mean for him- for me! And you didn’t even care!” He couldn’t understand it. “Pa—… Snyder couldn’t have done what he did without your signature. Do you even understand what happened to him—?!”

“Tyler!” a voice snapped from behind him.

Race whirled around to see Jack standing in the doorway of his hospital room. He was hunched over on himself slightly, more than usual. Race sniffled. “Th-they said you shouldn’t be walkin’ around like that, th-that you should get a chair—“

“And I said, you ain’t supposed ta be listening,” Jack insisted. “Sit down,” he ordered, using his arm that wasn’t in a sling to point at a chair in the hallway for visitors and people waiting to know if their loved ones were still alive. Race hesitated, but eventually did sit down.

Jack looked up at the young woman in the room. “H-hey, Aims.“

“I…” Amelia cleared her throat. “I brought you these,” she said. “It’s stupid, I know, and I know it won’t make up for anything, but I didn’t know where you were going or if you had anywhere to go—“

“Jack…” another voice called, weak and stunned and shocked and Jack’s eyes left Amelia immediately. He looked over to the entrance of that hallway and everything else fell away. Race could see it in his father’s eyes. And in a second, Jack was running, stumbling forwards towards that person who caught him before he could fall. “Jackie!”

“Davey…” Jack whispered, using his good arm to cling to the slightly taller man who held him so tightly and gently all at once.

Amelia sighed, feeling second place again, as always, as she sat down beside the boy who was her son. She watched them as Race squinted. “Confused?” she asked.

Race didn’t even have the words. He just nodded. He’d never seen this person. Not in pictures. Not in the articles about Jack he’d read. Jack had never mentioned anyone from his past really, but definitely not this “Davey.”

Amelia smiled sadly. “I was in love with your dad when we were kids,” she admitted. “So stupidly in love. And my dad and his step dad were friends. We were supposed to be together. According to them, anyway.” She shrugged. “But your dad never really had eyes for me. He was always chasing after someone else…”

The boy tilted his head when he watched Jack’s smile up at this mystery man. He’d never seen Jack smile like that. Not ever. “Wait, so if… if he didn’t wanna be with you then how…”

“How did you happen?” Amelia finished for him. “It was… a stupid thing. We both got a little drunk and Mr. Snyder had just been… awful to him,” she said. “Jack needed someone to let him feel like a man, to feel in control. And I was willing to let him. And then everything just fell into this jumbled up mess and,” Amelia took a breath before she continued. “The truth is, Tyler, neither your dad or I had great home lives. We were both told that if we didn’t sign that contract… our lives would be over one way or another…” she sniffled a bit, looking over at the boy who looked so much like her. “I’m not going to lie to you, Tyler James, I wasn’t ready to be a mother. No kid is ready to be a parent, but I do have a love in my heart for you. And I have felt nothing but guilt since the day I left you and Jack in that house with that awful man,” she said.

Race swallowed hard. Tears filled up in his eyes and he wasn’t even sure why. He couldn’t place the feelings in his chest. He used the heel of his hand to wipe at his eyes, shaking his head as he sniffled. “S-sorry… I dunno why I’m even crying,” he whimpered, his voice shaking uncontrollably all of the sudden.

Amelia wrapped an arm around him. “It’s okay to cry,” she assured. “What’s going on in your mind must be a lot. But it’ll get better. I promise. And you don’t have anyone better to go through it with than Jack Kelly,” she promised.

Jack turned to look at him after that, dragging Davey behind him by the hand. He kneeled down in front of his son. “Racer, this is Davey… we’re gonna stay with him for a little bit, okay?”

Race nodded. “Okay…” he whimpered.

Jack melted. “Hey… come here,” he whispered, opening up his chest for the boy who gently slid down into it without a second thought. “We’re okay,” the young man promised, rubbing Race’s back. “I’m okay,” he assured, kissing the kid’s head. Jack looked up at Amelia. “Thank you for coming.”

Amelia smiled and looked up at David. “You take care of them,” she ordered.

David smiled. “I’ve got them, Amelia,” he promised.

Jack smiled gently. “You’re still his ma,” he said. “Don’t disappear on us, okay?”

Amelia leaned down to kiss Jack’s cheek before standing to hand David her number. “Keep me updated. I’ll come by soon and bring some groceries, okay?”

David smiled, winking at her as she left.

Race couldn’t even take in the moment. He just sobbed into his daddy’s shirt, wondering where on earth they’d go from here.

I love this.

I actually had no idea how this was gonna turn out as I was writing it, but please let me know what y’all think! I got a lot of this inspo from a movie called 6 Balloons on Netflix, and I just love it.

TW: drug abuse, substance abuse

There was a pile of mail in the corner by the door. Jack stared at it as he laid on the floor in front of the pullout couch as the television blared in the background. A little girl on the couch babbled and sang along to whatever cartoon was playing. Jack’s head was pounding. He didn’t realize he was scratching his arm until the doorbell rang. Jack groaned, rolling onto his back as he forced himself to sit up.

“Jackie, open up!”

The Ballerina Masterlist

“Get that ass moving, now! I own you, you fucking bitch! Say it!”

All Race could manage was a strangled, muffle whine in response as he did everything he could to appease the man, to make him stop yelling, to make the pain stop. He couldn’t move.

“Who owns you, precious? Who do you belong to?” Those hands were on him again, grabbing fistfuls of his skin and his hair and every inch of him. He needed to get away but he couldn’t move from that spot, he couldn’t get out of that dark, awful little room. That had was coming to put a noose around his neck again. “Every time you breathe, you’re gonna remember that I gave you that gift. Every move you make, every extra day I let you live, you’re gonna be grateful to me. If you’re not mine, you’re nothing—“

Race shot up in his bed, grasping at his chest because he couldn’t breathe. He swore oxygen wasn’t reaching his lungs. He didn’t hear a scream, but his throat hurt like he’d released one that had been buried in his lungs for days.

“Hey, hey, hey,” someone hushed, but Race didn’t have the energy to figure out who before he felt a hand around his wrist. With the little strength he had, he shoved that hand away from him, scrambling backwards and falling off the bed. That only made him sob more, wondering what had happened to him that he couldn’t remember, but arms encircled him, pulling him back as he wailed trying to remember. “It’s over, baby, it was a nightmare, it was just a bad dream, just a dream—“

“You! I belong to you! Please! Please—“ Race wailed, believing that if he gave in, maybe they wouldn’t hurt him anymore.

Still, someone held him still to a strong chest. “No, no, baby, it’s me, it’s Jackie, kid,” the voice whispered and Race allowed himself to listen. “It’s just me, it’s me…”

The boy gasped for much needed air as his sobs escaped him more freely. He relaxed back into those strong arms, knowing that Jack wouldn’t be holding him like this unless he was afraid of him hurting himself by accident. Jack was holding him so deliberately, his hands on Race’s wrists, gently pinning his arms to his chest, with Race’s back held against him so Race could feel him breathing and try to replicate the movement but the kid couldn’t stop wailing. He hiccuped and let those tears stream down his face. His body was so sore, every little movement hurt and he couldn’t even take in the fact that he was no longer paralyzed.

“It’s okay,” Jack whispered in his ear. “It’s just me, I gotcha… I gotcha.”

Those little whispers kept coming. And as Race began to feel himself breathing along with Jack, he managed to blink the tears out of his eyes, swallowed hard as his sobs died down to quiet whimpers. He was still in that hospital room. He could see his fiance kneeled down in front of him, just watching Jack calm him down. Exhaustion flooded back into his system with ease but Race fought against it, shaking himself a bit to keep his eyes open. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“

“You ain’t got nothin’ ta be sorry for,” Jack promised. “You’re safe now, you’re with me…”

Race leaned back into his brother, blinking slowly as he stared at the man in front of them. Spot sniffled and slowly crawled closer to him. Race didn’t reach out for him, but he didn’t back away either. He swallowed hard and tilted his head, feeling safe in the embrace he was in. “H-hey, Jackie?” he called softly.

The man pressed his cheek against Race’s forehead. “What is it, kid?”

The boy sniffled. “M-my fiancé is so hot,” he whispered.

The tension in the room broke immediately. Spot smiled and blushed just a little bit, despite the tears in his eyes and Jack let out a breathy chuckle. Race sucked in another shaken gasp of air, as the sobs hadn’t completely left his system yet. He didn’t exactly have the energy to smile, but he swallowed hard, sliding his hands down into Jack’s so that Jack would know he was awake enough not to lash out wildly. The man kissed his head. “He treat you good?” he asked.

The boy nodded. “The best… like I’m some kinda prince. Buys me all these gifts, I think he’s goin’ broke,” he whispered.

Spot smiled softly. “You’re worth every penny, toots,” he assured.

Jack hummed in amusement, rocking his little brother for a moment to help soothe him and help his breathing a little more. “Well, if he managed to make you love him, he must be one a’ the luckiest guys in the world,” he assured.

Spot looked down and swallowed hard. “M-maybe we should get you back into bed,” he tried.

Jack nodded. “What d’ya think, baby?”

“I think I’m more comfortable here,” Race muttered, his eyes beginning to slip shut. “Where’s Smalls?”

“She’s with Albert,” Jack assured. “He took her out for some dinner. You wanna eat somethin’? You must be hungry…”

Race relaxed into his brother’s hold completely, too tired to do much else. “Dunno… I… I can’t really tell,” he admitted.

“That’s okay… we’ll just order somethin’ anyway, just in case, okay?” Jack assured.

“Thanks, dad,” Race mumbled.

Jack melted. He looked up at Spot who only had eyes for Race. “Don’t worry about a thing, pal. I gotcha,” he promised again.

Race nodded. “I know,” he whispered. “I know.” He sniffled. “A-are they really gone?” he dared to ask.

The mood darkened a bit at the question and Jack set his jaw. “Yes,” he promised. “They’re gone.”

Spot sighed. “Hey… I know maybe it’s… still a lot for you to talk about, honey,” he whispered. “But maybe… maybe if you write it down—“

“Y-ya know, now that I think about it, I am hungry,” Race mumbled.

Spot bit his lip. “What sounds good, baby?” he asked.

Stretching his legs out a bit, Race shrugged. “Some pizza?” he muttered, looking down. “And a lot of chocolate…”

Jack wanted to be relieved that his brother was trying to eat, but he knew the kid wasn’t hungry. He bit his lip. “We can get that for you,” he assured.

“Thanks,” Race muttered, rubbing his cheek on Jack’s shirt and looking away from his lover.

But Jack sighed. “Tyler James—“

“Don’t full name me right now, James,” Race shot back. “I don’t want to talk about it—“

“I’m aware that you don’t want to talk about it,” Jack assured.

“So please don’t make me, okay?” Race insisted. “Please… I… I can’t do it.”

With a deep breath, Jack nodded, not daring to argue as Spot leaned to press a kiss to Race’s head before he stood and pulled out his phone to order some food for the boy. It was going to be a bumpy recovery for them all.

Gravity Falls AU Master List

No one was okay after that…

Race was in pain. His head was killing him as he once again rolled over to the side of his bed and spit up into that bucket that was beside him. His limbs felt weak and sore and he couldn’t get a grip on what was happening.

He could remember agony and screaming and all of the sudden Jack was holding him and crying, begging him to wake up. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he swallowed hard, coughing as he felt his dry throat pinch. “JJ…?” he whispered, trying to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy.

“Hey bud,” Jack responded gently. Race felt him run a hand over his hair. That’s when he realized he was sweating and shaking all at once.

“Jay…” Race called again, not having the energy to ask questions, but wanting to know everything.

A soft hush fell over his ears as Jack sat at the side of his bed. “Your fever’s coming back down, it’s okay,” Jack whispered. “Just relax—“

The boy whimpered, leaning into Jack’s hand as he tried to move, to sit up, but he couldn’t make his body and his brain cooperate. He squeezed his eyes shut as a cold wave of pain washed over his head. With his eyes closed, he could see fangs and red hair attacking him. He flinched at the hallucination, shaking his head, and twisting a bit under his covers. He could hear a harsh hiss, like a snake and then agonizing pain. He sucked in a breath and sobbed as Jack shushed him again and shook his head. “It’s alright, Racer, you’re okay,” he promised. “You’re safe—“

“N-no,” Race whimpered. “A-Albert, where’s Albert?” he asked.

Jack sighed. This was the sixth time Race had asked for Albert. And after his sighting of him in the woods, he knew that Albert would lose it at the sight of Race. He could see the addiction in the redhead’s eyes. He shook his head, his heart breaking as he said what he needed to say next. “Wh-who’s Albert?” he whispered.

The boy stilled on the bed, finally able to crack his eyes open. He sniffled. “A-Al… m-my friend, m-my friend Albert…” he whined.

Jack’s shoulders sagged and he glanced out the window and sniffled. If he kept going with this bit, he wouldn’t have to erase just Albert from Race’s mind, but everything, all of it. Graves, Crutchie, Spot, Drake every crazy and impossible thing they had discovered in this place.

But as he remembered the boy writhing around on the ground, unable to breathe or move, he knew it was best, he knew he had to do this. “Race… we don’t know any Albert, pal,” he assured calmly. “You’ve been sick for weeks now… you need to rest.”

Race couldn’t keep his eyes open. They fell shut nearly immediately and he tried to open them again. “Jackie… stay…” he whispered before he fell back into his fitful sleep.

Jack sniffled, looking down at the boy and nodding. “I’m not going anywhere, kiddo,” he swore. “Not until you n’ me are on that trip back ta New York…”

With all the money he had, he was getting them out of here if it was the last thing he did.

I think it would go a little something like this…

Jack was putting the littles to bed when he heard the knocking on the door. He immediately went into protection mode. He stood up straight and rushed to the door, ready to peak out and fight off the bulls. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d tried to raid this place and take the boys for nothing. Race was behind him, ready to get the kids out if he needed to. But when Jack looked out through the crack in the door, he froze.

The knocking came again, harder this time. “Kelly! Open up! Come on!”

Race squinted. “Morris?” he asked.

Jack shushed him, reaching to open the doors. He was dumbfounded at the sight before him. Morris was standing there, holding a shivering, nearly blue Oscar against his chest. The younger boy was soaked to the bone and Morris had tear stains on his cheeks, but looked fairly dry despite the water dripping off of his brother. Morris looked up at Jack and Jack could see that the older boy had a bruise forming on his left cheek and a split lip. “S-some assholes pushed him into the fucking river… h-he can barely talk— I have nowhere ta take him,” Morris insisted.

The newsie looked over the brothers again. Oscar was definitely dazed. He didn’t even seem to know where they were. So Jack turned back to his second. “Racer, go get all the blankets we have. Get the littles into one bed to keep warm, Specs! I need water on the fire! Al, any extra clothes you can find!” Jack barked out before he rushed to help Oscar inside. He wrapped one of Oscar’s arms around his shoulder and Morris supported him from the other side.

They got him inside close to the fireplace and Jack helped lay him down, quickly taking out a pocket knife. Morris immediately scowled and grabbed his wrist, ready to fight but Jack looked up at him as his boys squared up behind him. “Hey!” he hissed. “We need to get him out of these clothes. I’m not gonna hurt him, okay?”

Race rushed back down the stairs with blankets and Morris grabbed him by the collar. Race gasped and immediately went wide eyed as Morris backed him into a wall. “Jack!” Race cried, not expecting the attack.

Jack raised his hands up in surrender. “Morris! What the actual hell?!”

The older boy’s eyes were watery. A tear fell down his cheek as he tightened a fist in Race’s shirt. “Don’t… I swear Kelly, I’ll—“

“No one is gonna hurt anyone, Delancey! Race brought blankets for Oscar, that’s all, I have ta get these clothes off of him before he freezes to death!” Jack hissed.

Morris tried to scowl through the fear, but he sniffled as tears began to freely fall down his cheeks. He shoved Race back as he lowered himself back down to his brother’s side. He slowly began to undress him, shoving Jack’s hands away when he tried to help. “Don’t touch him.”

Jack watched as Morris shakily unbuttoned Oscar’s vest. Oscar was trembling violently, his eyes trained on his big brother. “M-M… M-Mo—“

“It’s okay, we’re gonna get you warm,” Morris promised, stripping Oscar down to his undergarments until he could conceal the younger boy beneath some blankets. He then let Jack help wrap Oscar up in about seven blankets.

The other boys did as Jack had asked and soon Morris was holding fast to Oscar as Jack sat with them. Race was whispering with Albert about how poorly Morris had treated them after simply trying to help, but Jack knew better than that. Morris was scared. He wasn’t sure he remembered ever seeing Morris like this. “What happened?” he whispered finally.

The older boy scowled. “Some rich bastards think it’s funny ta push a kid into the Hudson.”

Jack bit his lip. “They hurt you too?”

“Don’t pretend like you give a shit, Kelly. I came here cause of Os, I wouldn’t have asked if I had anywhere else ta go. This don’t make us friends—“

“I get it, Delancey, Jesus Christ, I’m sorry I asked,” Jack insisted, standing up and walking over to his boys. “Get up ta bed. Now,” he said before turning back to the brothers who made his life a living hell. “Your welcome, I guess. Feel free ta leave whenever,” he muttered, headed towards the stairs.

But Morris looked down at Oscar and sighed. “Kelly,” he called, causing Jack to pause. “Thanks…”

Jack didn’t respond. He just sighed and rushed up the stairs.

Morris sniffled and hugged Oscar a little tighter as he tried to warm up the boy.

“Well… this was a shit night, huh?” Morris muttered to himself.

Oscar snored slightly and cuddled up a little more to his brother’s chest. Morris wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He’d never been the touchy feely type. But he managed to brush a hand over the boy’s hair and sniffle as he let out a long breath. “We’re okay…” he promised. “I’m so sorry, Ozzie, it’s gonna be okay…”

And he just kept repeating it over and over again, praying it was true.

Yeeeee this is such an old ask but I am rewatching the show because I love it so much.

Sorry for such a late reply, anon.

WandaVision AU

Jack Kelly as Wanda

David Jacobs as Vision

Racetrack Higgins as Ralph/Pietro

Crutchie Morris as Monica

Albert DaSilva as Jimmy Woo

JoJo as Darcy Lewis

Mike and Ike as Billy and Tommy

Joseph Pulitzer as Agatha

I absolutely love the idea of this AU. I debated for a very long time about who I wanted to make Wanda. It was between Jack and Race, as it often is, and I was leaning towards Race for a long time but I think Jack makes more sense in the part.

Jack would’ve grown up with his baby brother, Racer. The two of them lived in Sokovia when they were young, with their parents who were later killed by a missile while the kids were trapped in the debris for over two days, able to see what remained of their parents bodies. Unknown to them at the time, Jack was born with miraculous powers of a witch and is immensely powerful. When they were kids, Jack loved watching sitcoms to escape from the horrors of the world.

Jack grows fiercely protective of his brother after their parents are taken from them. The two of them grow up protesting against the industry that killed their parents until they are basically tricked into Hydra’s experiments of the Mind Stone. These experiments are painful to Jack, amplifying his magic that he was only acutely aware of. This mind stone also gives Race the power of speed and opens a psychic connection between Jack and Race so they can communicate without speaking, making them all that much closer and more dependent on each other. Of the hundreds of people taken into this experiment, Jack and Race are the only survivors.

When the head of that experiment asks the brothers to help fight against the avengers, Jack goes immediately to get revenge on who he deems responsible for his parents’ death. His role is planting nightmarish visions into the heads of his victims to lead to their downfall, whether that means weakening them and scaring them enough to attack or forcing them to kill themselves to end the nightmare. He then helps with the creation of Ultron, who he is lead to believe will bring lasting peace, however, among looking into the machine’s mind, Jack finds that Ultron is planning the extinction of humanity and convinces Race that they need to turn against him.

After seeking help from the avengers, specifically a very skilled archer by the name of Bryan Denton, a very scared and traumatized Jack fights back against Snyder, the man who forced experimental practices on him and his brother, and Ultron.

However, as Ultron is attacking Sokovia, and Jack is guarding what could be a machine of global destruction, Race, who is also taken under Denton’s wing, shields him from being shot while the man is trying to get a young child back to his mother. Race is shot six times and saves Denton’s life by sacrificing his own.

A physical pain takes over Jack when he senses the loss of his brother, who is really the only person he’s ever had. He is unable to breathe for a full minute before he goes after Ultron personally and manages to destroy him.

David, a version of technology that had been destroyed by Ultron and recovered, saves Jack’s life despite Jack walking back into the collapsing city to sit by his brother’s body.

Jack is invited to train with the avengers after this, despite the overwhelming grief and Davey grows closer and closer to him as he is learning how to be human and Jack is relearning how to live without a psychic connection with his brother.

Before long, Jack and David fall for each other and begin to live a life together, desperate to be a happy, normal couple, but as the fate of the world is threatened, are forced to come back and fight with the avengers.

However, Jack discovers that David’s soul is made of the very same stone that created Race’s powers and their psychic link and it is a stone that the world’s attacker is after.

Jack tries to remove us peacefully without hurting David, but as they run out of time, David assures him that he must take it and destroy it, which would surely kill him. After delaying as much as he could, Jack is forced to take the stone and crush it before the alien creature can get ahold of it. However, the time stone allows the alien to rewind time, kill David in front of Jack again, forcing Jack to watch his pain as he takes the stone and wins anyway.

Jack can only scream and hold the body of his love before he falls victim to The Blip and fades away to dust.

When Jack is brought back, Denton takes him in, knowing the kid had lost everything he’d ever had and known.

Then, one day, Jack wakes up in a life he’d always dreamed of, and can’t remember anything before. He is happily married with his husband, Davey and as far as he knows, that’s how it’s always been.

Jack had unknowingly released chaos magic and has painfully forced an entire society into playing roles in a real life sitcom. He tries to allow himself to be happy despite knowing that something is wrong. However, he is aware of his and his husband’s power.

After simply talking about having kids, Jack ends up pregnant, which is a complete shock to him, but doesn’t seem to surprise anyone else, other than David, as Jack shouldn’t be able to get pregnant. Yet after only a few days, he becomes fully pregnant, he gives birth to two identical twins, Michael and Isaac with the help of a neighbor named Charlie who walks with a limp and a cane. After delivering the babies, Charlie seems dazed and confused and asks Jack about Race dying at Ultron’s hand and David being killed in front of him twice, but to protect his new life, Jack telekinetically casts Charlie out of his carefully created world which Jack can recall only for a moment is the result of his own magical enslavement of the town.

After repairing his perfect home, Jack holds his sons and waits for David to come home. They only get to revel in the sight of their children for a short while before the children begin to rapidly age themselves up. Jack is amazed by this as Mike is revealed to have magic very similar to his own and Ike is a speedster just like Race. But as time continues and SWORD continues to try and disrupt Jack’s crafted reality, Jack exits his world to confront them, telling them that if they threaten his perfect world again, they will be sorry. Though Jack still isn’t aware of exactly how he created this world, he knows that everyone he needs is there and he won’t let anyone get in the way of that again.

He goes back home only to find David distraught as his husband has accidentally freed someone from Jack’s control and found that Jac is causing them immense pain. Jack starts explaining that he feels that same pain everyday and this is the only cure for that. Still David insists he stop, though he does tell Jack he loves him and he knows it will be hard.

Almost considering letting go, Jack is interrupted by a knock at the door, opening it to find none other than his baby brother waiting for him outside the door, looking happy and healthy and safe and Jack knows he can’t let that go.

Jack confides in Race, telling him he has no idea what he’s done. He can’t remember anything other than being alone, hurting and angry and all of the sudden, he was here where everyone he ever loved was.

Race comforts him, telling him that maybe it was a second chance.

But Jack can feel that something is wrong as David escapes the town to try and get help for the people, only resulting in starting to die. So Jack, feeling this, expands the boundaries of the town, retrapping Charlie and also getting Albert and JoJo.

Jack starts to lose control of the reality he created and Charlie tries to talk him down but Pulitzer, Jack’s next door neighbor who’d been his friend since beginning, takes him to his house where he reveals that he’s taken Mike and Ike and forces Jack to relive the moment where he took control of the town. The pain of reliving coming back and having no one brings Jack to his knees and he’s unable to lash out as Pulitzer reveals that Jack is the legendary Scarlet Witch, a reincarnation of a Witch that has been around since the beginning of time.

But as Pulitzer tells Jack he’s going to get rid of the kids because they’re not real, Jack fights back, feeling deep down that in some universe, those were his children.

While fighting, Pulitzer frees the town from Jack's hold, revealing to him that he’d accidentally trapped them inside their own grief and nightmares that they relived over and over again while playing their parts in his perfect world. Jack is horrified by this and loses control of his power again, nearly choking all the residents to death. He manages to stop himself and restore the town, letting the people go, but Davey and Race and Mike and Ike begin to disappear before his eyes. So he puts his hex back up in a desperate attempt to save his family.

As SWORD is able to rush into the town, Jack is able to take down Pulitzer by trapping him in his persona that he took in Jack’s dream. Charlie is able to talk Jack down and Jack is forced to say goodbye to his husband, brother and sons and promises Charlie to understand his powers.

Jack is distraught and seeks out the Darkhold that he begins to study.

However he begins to hear the screams of his two boys, Race and David and knows he can’t live without them…

Please please let me know if you wanna see anything written out from this AU!

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Shadowhunters AU

Yes I can, but I have to be so honest, I never finished the series. This is a little baby scene that is based off of a scene I think I remember from the show.

Please let me know what you think!

Everything was a disaster. The building was nearly in ruins. Jack was bleeding, but okay, Katherine was helping Sarah up and David was drawing ruins on the severely injured. But Spot didn’t see Race. He looked around wildly when he realized it. “Where… where’s Race?” he asked.

David froze. “Uh… we split up. He was on the roof when—“

Spot was running before he could even stop himself. Jack called after him but Spot wasn’t listening. He couldn’t be listening. He just ran. He rushed to the roof, sword in hand as he called out. “Race! Tonio!” Nothing. No response. He looked around.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt like this before. Not when Katherine was hurting, not when Jack was nearly dead, he couldn’t ever recall this feeling, this pure panic. So he rushed back down into the building. Jack grabbed him by the arm. “Hey! Stop, are you hurt?”

“I can’t find him!” Spot yelled. His parabatai just took his hand.

“Hey, we’ll find him,” Jack insisted. “But first we need to assess things here—“

Spot shook his head, yanking away from the other man and grabbing his bow and arrow, running down to find the warlock. He slammed the doors open, looking around the abandoned church in a terror. “Tonio!” he called.

A hand came to touch his shoulder and Spot whirled around, crying out in relief when he saw those familiar blue eyes. He dropped his weapons, throwing his arms around the man before him. “H-hey,” Race whispered. “Spottie—“

“I-I thought—“ Spot tried, but he stopped himself, pulling away from the warlock a bit. “Y-you’re bleeding…”

Race reached up to touch his temple, finding that he was in fact bleeding. “It’s just a little cut, I’m okay… are you okay?”

Spot had tears in his eyes. He shook his head. “I’ve never been that scared before. Never. Not on any mission I’ve ever been on, but when I couldn’t find you, I…” He sniffled, shaking his head and pulling Race back into his chest. “Don’t ever do that again, okay?”

Race was stunned. But all he could do was look up at the man who held him. “Hey… I’m right here,” he promised. “Babe, you’re hysterical.”

“Don’t do that again, Antonio, I’m serious,” Spot insisted.

Race melted. “Hey, I’m not helpless. I’m not some mundane, okay? I’m a high warlock, I’m not easy to take down.” He took Spot’s cheeks in his hands. “Hey, look at me,” he coaxed, getting Spot to focus on him a bit more. “I’m okay,” he said again.

“I love you, Tonio,” Spot whispered.

That’s what made Race’s heart skip a beat. “What?” he squinted.

“I… I never wanna do that again. Please don’t scare me like that again,” Spot begged.

Race nodded and smiled. “I love you, Sean Conlon,” he whispered. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?”

“Just… don’t leave my side, okay?” Spot insisted.

Race gave him a small, sarcastic salute before Spot took his hand and led him back inside.

What a crazy night it had been.

Leverage AU

I love this episode

Race ran towards Albert’s van, breathing hard as he kicked at the ground and shoved his fists in the pockets of his sweatshirt. “Racer!” Spot called behind him. “Hey—“

“I can’t just leave them there, Sean!” Race whimpered. “You have no idea what that’s like, h-how they live in that place! They treat those kids like vermin! You didn’t see them! You don’t know what that’s like—“

“Slow down, kid,” Spot hushed. “Hey… look at me, you are shaking…” he’d never seen the boy this worked up. He gently took the boy’s hands, but Race ripped away from him.

All Race could think about were all those little eyes looking at him, those hundred kids, waiting for him to do something, anything. They were on the ground, huddled together for warmth and Race didn’t do anything. He sniffled, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “They don’t have anybody…”

“Race…” Spot whispered. “Hey, I know it musta been hard growin’ up—“ Race scoffed, shaking his head. “But you are not alone anymore,” he insisted. “You got people now. A family.”

“I got lucky,” Race whispered. “I escaped. Most of those kids will die before they turn seventeen because there’s not enough food and supplies to go around,” he insisted. “H-how am I supposed ta just leave knowing that’s gonna happen ta them?”

Spot sighed. “We need ta get you back,” he insisted. “We gotta get a game plan, okay? Just… breathe, we’ll figure this out.”

Race shook his head and climbed into the van, curling up and closing his eyes, trying to stop seeing those little faces.

But he couldn’t.

—

Race snuck through that building silently. He sniffled and slipped back into that room looking around at all of those faces again. He swallowed hard. “Come with me, I can help you,” he whispered.

None of those kids moved. Race cursed a bit under his breath. These kids didn’t speak English. He sniffled and tried to close his eyes and focus. “U-uh… um…” he slipped the translation book out of his pocket and tried to speak. “ne boj se… učiniću tvoj paradajz sjajnim—“ The kids all started laughing at that but Race just glanced at them and continued. “Molim te pođi sa mnom!” Please come with me. That’s what he was trying to say. He motioned for them to come, but none of the kids moved.

He bit his lip, glancing through the crack in the door. “Um… Häagen-Dazs?” he asked.

“Häagen-Dazs!” the kids yelled back in reply, immediately standing up and rushing to follow Race to the door.

The young man smiled at that, opening the door, only to freeze when he found a man standing outside. The man grabbed him by the neck and Race immediately slammed the door shut behind him as he was yanked out of the room. He started fighting immediately, kicking and punching like Spot had taught him. But when it all came down to it, Race knew this man was stronger than him.

Still, he fought as hard as he could until the man had him pinned up against the wall opposite the room. But when Race saw a little boy staring through the crack in the door, he felt the adrenaline rush through him and suddenly it was like he had the strength of a thousand Spots. He shoved the man off of him, jumping up to swing from a loose pipe and knocked the man down a flight of stairs.

Choking a bit, Race rushed back into the room. “Okay! It’s gonna be okay! Come with me,” he insisted, leading the kids down to try and get out of the building, but he stopped them when he saw five men downstairs, hovering over three boxes of deadly assault rifles. He turned to the kids in a panic, but when he saw a familiar face back behind them, he sighed in relief.

“Come on, Race,” Katherine insisted, motioning for the boy to follow her.

Race nodded. “Go on, follow her!” he insisted as they retreated. But when one of the kids coughed, Race froze, looking down at the men who were now looking back at him. “Shit…”

He rushed to stay behind the kids as a voice yelled around the building. “We have you surrounded!”

Race paled, running after Katherine and the kids as they made their way out the back. Katherine spoke to the kids, telling them to hurry.

“Quiet! They have armed guards at that door—“ Race tried, but was cut off by Spot shoving the door open with an unconscious man.

“No they don’t,” Katherine corrected, guiding the kids to a bus that Jack was driving around for them. “Help me get them in!”

Spot grabbed Race as he rushed to do so, pulling him close. “You n’ me need to have a long talk after this, kid,” he insisted before wrangling the kids into the bus. Race climbed onto the back of the vehicle.

Jack started driving them second he got the all clear, but when he saw three armed men running at him. Race gasped. “Why’re we stopping! Go, Jack!”

Jack didn’t. And when the men raised guns to shoot, Race stood at the back of that bus, ready to use his body to shield those kids. He braced himself when he heard the shots fire, gasping when he felt no pain. He looked down at himself to make sure he hadn’t been shot, before looking back at Katherine who shrugged. “Prop truck,” she winked. “You’d be surprised at how fast you can switch out real guns with fake ones.”

With that, Jack smirked as he began driving again. “You did good, kid. But for the love of everything holy, you never go off on your own again, understood?!” he yelled.

Race smiled as Spot helped him up into the bus. “Understood…” Albert looked up at him from the backseat. Race sighed. “How’d you find me?”

“Put a tracker in your shoes, ya slippery bitch,” Albert said.

Race smiled and looked back at Spot. “Thanks. For coming for me.”

“I told you… you got a team—“

“More than a team,” Race smiled at him.

Spot melted and let Racer sit down beside him.

Ghost AU Part 1

Happy not so Halloween!

Me either. I have no idea what’s gonna happen next.

Race was running late. He had set five alarms and didn’t remember waking up to a single one of them. So he threw on a sweatshirt and some jeans and rushed downstairs to find his dad calmly braiding Smalls’s hair as she ate her oatmeal and watched cartoons. “Why didn’t you wake me up?!” Race cried to his father as shoved a poptart in his mouth and grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder in one swift motion. Only, his bag happened to be open, sending all kinds of papers and assignments all over the floor. The boy groaned as he bent down to pick them up.

With a sigh, Jack shook his head. “You know the rules, Racer,” he insisted. “I won’t always be there to wake you up and if you miss classes, that’s on you.”

The kid rolled his eyes as he shoved things back into his backpack, shaking his head, finally taking an actual bite of the pop tart in his mouth. But he paused when he saw a paper he didn’t recognize, full of words in a language he did not speak. “The fuck is this?”

“Watch your mouth,” Jack scolded loosely, finally finishing with his daughter's hair. “What is it?” he asked.

Hearing the stress in his dad’s voice, Race just shook his head and crumbled it up, throwing it on the table. Smalls grabbed it and started to play with it as Race quickly kissed Jack’s cheek. “Nothin’, prob’ly,” he assured. “Love you, bye,” he called before he ran out the door to catch the train.

Jack sighed, tying off Smalls’s hair. He sniffled kissed the girl’s head. “You ready for daycare, baby?” he asked.

Smalls shrugged and yawned a bit. “Do I have to?” she asked.

“Yes, sweet girl, daddy’s gotta work today, so you gotta go ta daycare,” Jack stated, taking her now empty bowl and tossing it in the sink. “Come on, get your coat,” he urged.

But Smalls wasn’t listening. She was too busy running her finger over the words on the paper Race had found in his backpack. She hummed an old lullaby to herself as she read it, a smile forming on her face as she looked up and saw David in the doorway. “The man’s back!” she said gleefully.

Jack squinted. “Whaddya mean, baby?” he asked, looking towards where the little girl was pointing. He froze when he saw a man standing in the doorway of his daughter’s bedroom. He jumped back with a small cry, grabbing Smalls and holding her to his chest. “Who’re you?! What the hell are you doing?!”

“Daddy, it’s David!” Smalls giggled.

Jack was horrified. He grabbed a knife. “Get out of my house!” he screamed. The man didn’t seem bothered by his threat. He only stepped back into the room. So Jack rushed after him. “Hey!” He shoved the door to his daughter’s room wide open, freezing when he found it empty.

Smalls hummed in disappointment. “You scared him!” she said.

Jack rushed to the window, making sure it was locked. Then he set his little girl on the bed and began to check the room for any points of entry. When he found none, he turned back to her and held her hands. “Hey… that man, how does he get in, Saraya?”

Smalls shook her head. “He don’t. He lives here, like us,” she insisted.

Jack shook his head. “Baby, what does he do? Does he try to hurt you?”

“No, David’s nice. The bad man tries to hurt David though—“

“The bad man?” Jack asked, clearly in a panic. “Okay… hey, ya know what? We’re staying home today. Go watch your cartoons, honey, it’s alright,” he insisted, letting Saraya bound off back into the living room.

Jack’s heart was beating so fast he wasn’t sure he could keep up. He glanced to the window again, reaching for his phone. He dialed three little numbers before holding the thing to his ear. “Yeah, I’d like to report a break in.”

He looked over to his little girl sitting on the couch, happily watching cartoons and put a hand over his mouth, confused and concerned.

When he walked back out into the living room and kitchen, he looked down at that piece of paper on the counter. He paused when he saw what was written. “Help me, help me, help me, help me…” It was written over and over again. He glanced at his baby and then back to the paper, taking the thing and crumbling it up, about to toss it into the garbage before he stopped. Instead he tossed it onto the counter and walked over to his daughter, holding her close as he waited for the police.

Something was definitely not right here.

I grew up on Full House. I loved this show growing up, but I never watched Fuller House because it broke my heart that someone I grew up looking up to ended up being a homophobe and I just couldn’t support her work. But I love the original show, I think it’s so wholesome and fun.

So without further ado:

Full House AU

The Three Amigos

The Kiddos

Others

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The Umbrella Academy AU

I love this AU. Please let me know if you’d like to see anything else from this!

It was quiet in the house. It was always quiet in this house now. Ever since Race. Then Albert. They weren’t rowdy kids anymore. Sometimes Specs wished they were. He wished he could make time turn back, go back to when Race was still around, a spitfire challenging dad at every turn. When Albert was still trying to convince them that violence couldn’t always be the answer.

He sighed, shaking his head as he looked around for old memories. Dad was dead. Just like that. It couldn’t be possible. That man was indestructible. He was untouchable and yet, he was gone and all of his children were at each other’s throats trying to figure out if they cared or not.

Maybe they shouldn’t. But Specs did. He loved his father. Maybe everyone else had their reasons to hate him, but it didn’t change the fact that William Snyder was still their dad, cruel or not.

When the young man came across an old record player, he smiled, glancing up at the vent it sat beside. And just like he had done in the old days, he let it play, sending a song all throughout the house, knowing it could be heard in every room. He smiled to himself and started dancing a little bit.

The memories used to make him sad, angry even, but now he could only look back and smile at the dance parties they’d used to have. He could remember the way the seven of them huddled together and jumped and spun around. He could remember Race running through portals and Albert laughing and trying to catch him with his tentacles. He could remember Jack’s real smile, the one he effortlessly gave without the cheap booze or awful pills and powder. Crutchie would climb on his back and let him spin him around. Katherine would gracefully whirl around them like a little goddess.

That was until their father ordered them to stop making so much goddamn noise.

Specs wiped at the tear on his cheek. What he would give to see his family, whole one more time…

But his thoughts were halted when something outside began to screech and whirl. The lights went out. He could hear the commotion of his siblings, crying out as everything metal in his room stuck to the walls.

“Daddy?!” he heard Jack scream.

So he rushed downstairs, finding that Crutchie, Spot, Jack and Katherine were all rushing to the back garden to see what was happening. “The hell?” Specs whispered.

The five of them stared up at the big blue thing hovering above them. Jack only stood of a moment as the thing crackled and thrashed before he rushed inside, grabbing the biggest thing he could find and rushing past them. “Watch out!” he yelled, throwing a fire extinguisher into the thing. It disappeared into the blue monstrosity.

“The hell is that gonna do?” Katherine demanded.

“You have a better idea?” Jack asked, looking loopy and defeated.

“It’s gotta be some kind of black hole!” Spot yelled.

“Jack, get away from it!” Specs demanded, yanking his brother behind him. Jack stumbled to the ground as Spot pulled Katherine close to his side and Crutchie limped to help his brother up. “It could be some sort of anomaly!”

“I don’t care what it is! How do we get rid of it?!” Crutchie yelled, pulling Jack to his feet.

“Wait! Wait!” Spot yelled. “Wait, I see something!”

That was all that could be said a small body fell from the thing and it the ground face first and all of the sudden the sun was shining again the buzzing and whirring came to a halt, the whatever it was disappearing before their eyes, leaving them with what looked to be a young teen, groaning and trying to stand.

No one moved. Not for a long time. Not till that little body that had fallen from the sky managed to shakily push himself up.

Jack stared intently. “Wait… wait, nobody speak,” he said, focusing hard. “Oh my god, is that little number five? Guys! I did it! I can see him! How’s the afterlife, buddy—?”

“Jack,” Crutchie whispered, making Jack turn to him. It took the other man a moment to understand before he turned back to the boy in front of them. “He’s real…”

The boy squinted up at them, looking down at his lanky form and then back to them. He looked around at his five siblings, a suit hanging off of his body as it was far too big for him. Then he sighed before a cry fell from his lips.

“Shit!”

The Office AU

Love this. Made it a bit more angsty than the tv show, but i feel like Sprace demands angst and I’ve been watching Hazbin Hotel on repeat and need more whump and angst in my life.

Spot was really focused on his computer as he listened to the sound of phones ringing all around him. Nothing was on his computer. Just the standard background that came with the company and unopened apps perfectly placed in alphabetical order on the side. He’d been up all night again, plotting the demise of the world’s worst paper salesman that sat five feet away from him who had somehow managed to lure an angel into an engagement with him.

In fact the thoughts were still whirling through his head. He did have a large cleaver hidden in the tiles above his head. He smiled as he thought about how it would feel to chop the man’s hand clean off.

The thought was halted when an off-white envelope was waved in front of his face. “And one for you, Spottie-Dottie,” Albert sang with a bit of a baby-ish tone. Spot despised the way the man spoke to him.

The man tore the envelope from the man’s hand. “What is this?” he growled, ripping the thing open and freezing when he saw the linen cardstock inside.

“Your Save-The-Date, my good man,” Albert states with a British accent before moving on, not noticing how Spot’s lip hung open ever so slightly as he walked away.

“You set a date?” Spot whispered, his eyes wandering over to the most beautiful accountant in the corner.

Those blue eyes darted away from him the moment Spot made eye contact. Race was chewing on his lip, like he did when he was worried. It was adorable. Spot loved to kiss him when he did that, promising him there was nothing to worry about. He watched the other man concentrate on a sheet in front of him, but the lip biting didn’t stop.

Unable to stop it, Spot just looked back down at the invitation in his hand, running his fingers over the name printed in silver at the top. Anthony Isaac Higgins. He didn’t notice Medda looking over his shoulder with soft eyes, seeing how completely helpless he felt.

Hi! That means so much to me, you have no idea! I love writing Newsies fics so much, I love you guys so much, I really appreciate all of you who still come back to read my stuff.

I hope you have the best day!

I do love this idea.

Let me know what you think!

Rent AU

Crutchie Morris as Mark Cohen

David Jacobs as Roger Davis

Jack Kelly as Mimi Marquez

Spot Conlon as Tom Collins

Racetrack Higgins as Angel Dumott Schunard

Katherine Plumber as Maureen Johnson

Sarah Jacobs as Joanne Jefferson

Benjamin Coffin III — Morris Delancey

Okay, but why am I actually obsessed?

Crutchie as a film maker who is watching all of his friends get sick and start dying. David as an angsty song writer, Jack as a crackhead stripper, Spot as a rebellious genius, Race as a gender-fluid drag queen, Katherine as an eccentric performer, Sarah as her manager, Morris as the asshole that ditched Davey and Crutchie and also dated Jack and probably treated him like absolute shit.

I love this AU. I think Crutchie dates Katherine and then Kath met Sarah through Crutchie’s roommate, Davey and left him but Crutchie isn’t sure he ever loved her to begin with.

Race is the only person Spot sees as worthy of fighting for. Spot is normally someone who just likes to mess around, but Race isn’t just some fuck buddy, he’s the love of Spot’s life and Spot is the love of Race’s life.

Jack is just a huge mess which I absolutely love.

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