Cliffton fanfic! This is the first chapter in a new story. Of course, it's from Devin's POV -- orginally, I kinda wanted to do it from Brendan's POV, but Devin eats fic. Om nom nom. Since the squicktastic Morgan is important in this one, warnings for [click]sexual assault and harassment and, since it's Devin, also a warning for [click]fairly graphic self-harm.
More stuff that might happen in I Prefer the Mind Control. I'm jumping around quite a bit in this draft of the story, haha. Enjoy!
---------I’m walking down the street late at night when I hear something I never thought I would hear again -- fucking bullets, flying at me. The whizzing sound is the exact same as when someone tried to kill Xan. Only
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Even more stuff that might take place in my I Prefer the Mind Control universe. Randomly, I'm considering changing the title to I Love the Mind Control, as I think that might make slightly more sense in the new canon. I'm gonna wait on any title changes, though. This one takes place after this. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!
More stuff that might happen in I Prefer the Mind Control. It takes place right after this. Enjoy!
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“You’re a what of what now?” My jaw drops, and I just stare at Xan. I heard him, but something must have gotten confused on the way to my brain because what?
Some stuff that might happen in my I Prefer the Mind Control universe. Enjoy!
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Xan keeps smiling at me, and I have the fucking feeling something weird is going on with him. We’re driving in his car, and he won’t say where we’re going. I don’t get it.
“You -- you saw what in your dream, now?” I cross my arms over my chest. It’s a desperate attempt to protect myself. And it’s not working. Amelia’s gray eyes stare at me, and there’s sorrow in them. I can see it, plain as anything.
I'm rewriting my Gemma story, which is tentatively titled The Church and Its Orbs. This is the second chapter. The previous chapters are linked below. Prologue | 1
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“Did you hear?” my best friend Lila whispers to me across our table in the cafeteria.
Brody silently thought his AP Calculus homework might, in fact, murder him. The equations taunted him as they swirled before his eyes. They made no freaking sense. You could die of Calculus, right? Surely, that had been a cause of death somewhere. It wouldn’t be a particularly exciting death, either, since Calculus seemed inclined to murder him
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This is the final chapter in my (I hope) epic fic for n3m3sis43's Cliffton. It's about the character Devin's mental instability, and the other chapters are linked below. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
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My relief is fucking short lived. Alex narrows his eyes at me and says, “Tell me what you’re doing, or I’ll tell Al.”