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Next to Normal - Jason

I'm writing a Batfamily Next to Normal AU. But I fear I may have flown too close to the sun, and what was supposed to be a Jason&Bruce one shot about grief ended up becoming a multiple chapter fic about Family. But don't think it makes sense to Bruce's character for him to be the one hallucinating Jason after his death -- this is more of a Dick thing, specially with his track record. So I'm posting here what I had written until now of Bruce hallucinating Jason.

"And where have you been?" Bruce said as he turned on the bedside lamp, the room was lit with a soft yellow glow, bright just enough to see Jason climbing back through the window of his bedroom. Bruce was waiting for him sitting on the armchair on the corner of the room, now with the light glow the lamp casting over him it was possible to see the dark circles under his eyes.

“Hey B,” Jason said, elongating the words and getting his voice in a higher tone, like he always did when he was trying to get out of trouble “what are you doing home?” Bruce could see Jason’s brain going miles per hour trying to come up with an exit plan to avoid another lecture.

He turns his head to look at the clock at the bedside table, 4 AM was displayed in the monitor, “Every night I came back from patrol this week you weren’t home” He leans forward resting his elbows on his thighs, “Do you have any idea how worried I get when you disappear like that?” sitting on this armchair in Jason’s bedroom after patrol became a routine and Bruce finds that he is only able to breathe again when he can see his son climbing the window back to his bedroom where he was supposed to be.

Jason took off his backpack and his jacket dropping both on the chair of his desk — that was already full of other clothes — than took a couple steps towards Bruce “Dad, I’m almost 18, by this age Dick was already living by himself” he wraps his arms around Bruce’s shoulders and kisses the top of his head “you’ve gotta let me go”.

Never was the first thought that flashed across Bruce’s mind, so strongly he almost lost his breath for a couple seconds, just the possibility of his son going out on his own and something happening to him was enough to make his heart start pounding on his chest, he put his shaking hands on Jason’s arm that was around his shoulder, holding onto him just to feel closer.

“Are you on drugs?” Bruce blurts out. While he waits for Jason to come back home every time he finds his bedroom empty, his mind tends to go to a dark place, and he frequently catches himself imagining all the ways something terrible may happen to him, tonight it was overdose, he imagined Jason’s cold lifeless body in an alleyway somewhere in Gotham, his skin pale, his lips purple, his eyes now competently white, choked on his own vomit with a needle in his arm.

“Which one?” Bruce could feel the smile on Jason’s words even if he couldn’t see it in his face.

“I’m serious Jay, we had an agreement. You said you would come home early tonight” he heard a deep sigh, and Jason’s arms were letting go of the hug so he could sit in the bed in front of Bruce.

With his face now visible, he could see the exasperated expression on his son’s face, “Dad, I’m…” he stops himself, struggling find another way to explain his feeling “I want to enjoy my days here as much as I can before going to Uni” Jason is looking down as he speaks — he looked much younger than he was, specially right now under the soft glow of the lamp at his side — looking at his shoes like a kid that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

This time is Bruce that gives a sigh, he could never punish his son for acting like the teenager he was — God knows he was worse at that age — or for trying to be normal in the middle of the chaos that happened inside and outside of this manor, specially because this was all he ever wanted for him, so he gets up from the armchair “Just be careful, and please warn me next time you are going to stay late, I’m tired of imagining all the ways you might have died when I come home and don’t find you”

“And what was the winner tonight?”

“What matters is that it didn’t happen” Bruce walks towards Jason and ruffles his hair like he used to do when he first took him in “Good night Jay”

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Who would be most likely to hallucinate Jason after his death.

(and interact with the hallucination like he is still alive)

This is for a BatFam grief fanfic I'm writting and would apreciate the help :)

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Human creations are so beautiful and filled with love, soul, personality, and care.

I don't care if what you create is flawed. That is what makes it human. That is what makes it a part of you.

Please don't let it be lost forever to captalism and greed.

Honestly, y'all, I'm begging you. Take the time to think and learn for yourself. Even if it's just something casual like knitting or cooking. Exercise your brain. It's important.

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Baby Jason, outside the Wayne Manor looking through the window "DAD, can I come inside now?"

Bruce looking back at him from the kitchen "Jason you are grounded, no you can't come inside"

Jason using puppy eyes "Dick said that when he was grounded he was not allowed to go outside"

Bruce just wanting to drink his coffee in peace "Well it's different for you because you'd rather be inside, your punishment is to be outside, you need to be a kid, do something"

Jason whinning and stomping his foot "but there is nothing to do out here."

Bruce "There are a lot of things you can do, climb a tree, jump a fence, I don't really care, but you have to be creative, go throw a stone at something"

Jason wanting to mess with Bruce "Throw a stone at something? like our neighbor?"

Bruce thinking why he got a second one "what do you want to do inside anyways"

Jason "read my books in the library and maybe take a nap"

Bruce trying to remember why Jason was grounded but finding very hard with the way he was looking at him "No"

Bruce managed to say while he closed the blinds just to hear Jason's little voice yelling "DAD"

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Lay Your Weary Head to Rest

As an angel, Castiel doesn't perceive things as humans do. To him, food tastes like molecules, and most senses blur into abstractions. But there is one thing that never changes:

Dean Winchester smells like love.

And that was Castiel’s favorite scent.

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FluffTober 2024

Lost pet meet cute

Ghost×Soap

John "Soap" MacTavish, an ex-soldier with a lingering injury and too much time on his hands, goes for a late-night run to shake off his boredom. When he stumbles upon a lost German shepherd in the rain, he takes the dog in for the night, unaware that finding the dog will also lead him to someone just as lost as he is. Between bad puns, quiet moments, and a few unexpected smiles, Soap discovers that maybe he's not as stuck as he thought.

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FluffTober 2024

Day 01

Lost pet meet cute

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Ghost gave a slight shrug, his eyes glinting. “I prefer my jokes bad.”

Soap grinned even wider. “Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that to me, man. I’ve got plenty of those.” He rubbed his hands together as if preparing for a challenge. “Okay, okay, let’s see… What do you call a dog magician?”

Ghost tilted his head slightly, not quite answering, though Soap swore he saw the faintest curiosity in his eyes.

“A labra-cadabra-dor.” Soap delivered it with the flair of someone who thought he was the funniest person on earth.

Ghost was silent for a beat. Soap wondered if maybe he’d missed the mark. But then, a quiet huff of breath escaped from beneath the mask. It wasn’t quite a laugh, but it was close enough.

“That’s terrible,” Ghost muttered, shaking his head.

“Oh, it gets worse,” Soap said, undeterred. “Trust me, I’ve got a whole arsenal of bad jokes. You can try to keep up, but I guarantee you, I’ll win.”

Ghost stared at him for a long moment, eyes narrowing. Then, to Soap’s surprise, he leaned down, scratched behind Riley’s ears, and said, almost deadpan, “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?”

Soap blinked, taken off guard by the sudden joke. “Uh… why?”

Ghost straightened, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “They don’t have the guts.”

Soap burst out laughing, his voice echoing across the parking lot. “Oh man, yes! That’s what I’m talking about. I knew there was something under that tough-guy routine.” He playfully slapped Ghost on the shoulder.

Ghost’s eyes softened, though the mask still hid any expression. “Don’t push your luck.”

[...]

Read everything on ao3

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I don't care if your writing is not perfect, if it has a soul and effort is more than enough to me.

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

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My hand was the one you reached for

By: LaS2S2

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I never laughed so hard in my life

Some random person just left a comment on my Drarry fanfic in ao3 bcs one of my tags was "J.K Sucks"

This was the comment

They tried so hard it's just pathetic at this point

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Drarry Fanfic

My hand was the one you reached for

By: LaS2S2

On ao3

After the war, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy find themselves working together at the Ministry of Magic. Despite their rocky past, they slowly start to develop a tentative friendship. However, when they are both accidentally sent back in time to their Hogwarts years, they must navigate a world where they are enemies once again.

As they work to figure out how to get back to the present, they also start to see each other in a new light. The more time they spend together, the more they realize how much they have in common and how much they enjoy each other's company.

But with the threat of the impending war looming over their heads, they must make difficult choices about whether to try to change the future or let events play out as they did before. As they struggle with their own personal demons and the weight of their respective destinies, they begin to wonder if they can find a way to reconcile their differences and perhaps even find love in a world that seems determined to keep them apart.

Or: 28 years old Draco and Harry go back in time to their first year of Hogwarts.

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Harry: I'm bisexual and confused.

Hermione: About your sexuality?

Harry: No. I just never know what's going on.

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Harry: *gently scratching Draco's hair*

Draco: Stop it, you're ruining my reputation!

Harry: Then get off my lap.

Draco: No.

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Draco: Harry and I don't use pet names.

Ron: I see. Hey, what do bees make?

Draco: Honey.

*silence*

Draco: Ha, you thought, bitch.

Harry, yelling from another room: What do you want, whore?

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Draco: This date is so boring!

Harry: This isnt a date. I said I was going to the store.

Draco: Then why did you invite me?

Harry: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me" then you said "fuck you, Potter, I'll do whatever I want!"

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Harry: Fucker.

Draco: Asshole.

Harry: Son of a bitch.

Draco: Piece of shit.

Ron: I don't know how to feel about this, they're literally cuddling.

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Harry: You’re jealous.

Draco: Jealous?

Harry: Yeah, that’s why you were being so negative about this.

Draco: That’s absurd. I am always negative.