#Drug Injury

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CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON - part 5, the end of this particular adventure. (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

content warning for blood, injury, and drug use.

(This is part of the Watsons sketchbook series)

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve and Gareth as cousins warm up, part two! 

First part is HERE. 

Next part is HERE. 

Reminder: Someone on Twitter proposed Steve and Gareth as cousins whose family had a major falling out, and then someone else brought it up recently and long story short no idea who to credit the idea too bc you can’t search for SHIT on Twitter but it's theirs not mine.

Warnings: Steve and Robin Get (canon-S3) Drugged. 

"I'm just saying the other theater is cheaper." Eddie said around the straw jammed in his mouth. 

He carried the largest bucket of popcorn Starcourt’s movie theater offered, alongside the two boxes of candy he'd also demanded Gareth buy him. 

"Easier to sneak into, you mean." Gareth corrected, with his significantly smaller bag of popcorn. His, he planned to share with Jeff, Grant having snuck in his own food. 

Gareth himself would have snuck in the cheaper (and far larger) snacks, but Eddie had thrown a fit about going to the mall to see a new movie instead of Hawkin’s far older theater. 

Of course, the older theater also had several disadvantages, key of which was terrible seating, and so, Gareth had bribed him with whatever treats he wanted. 

His wallet took a hit but fuck it, at least they got to actually see the screen. 

Not that they even made it into the fucking theater, because someone chose that moment to crash into Eddie. 

Popcorn kernels and soda flew everywhere, with Eddie only avoiding it landing on him and Gareth both by years of dealing with this exact bullshit in school. Of course, the mall wasn’t school, and neither of them had their guard up. 

"What the hell man--" Eddie spat, immediately on the defense, as they both turned to see what jackass wanted to cause problems this time. 

Except Gareth had recognized the person who bumped him. 

"Steve?" Gareth asked, causing  his cousin to totter around and face him. He was in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, which remained to be absolutely ridiculous, but that hadn't been what had drawn Gareth's attention. 

No, that would be the absolute wrecked face staring at him with a doped up grin. 

All thoughts of the movie immediately faded away. 

"What happened to your face!?" Gareth demanded, immediately stepping up into his cousin's space, eyes darting over the damage. 

Recent black eye, split lip, blood splatter all down one side of his neck, nevermind his clothes… 

"Robs!" Steve called over his shoulder instead of answering, body moving as if he was walking on a wildly rocking boat and not solid ground. "Come 'ere!" 

He beamed, which had the horrific effect of resplitting his lips. "Meet Gareth, my baby cousin!" 

"I am two years younger than you." Gareth argued on automatic. He didn’t look to see how Eddie took this little piece of info--he’d figure out what he’d say later, when Steve wasn’t covered in blood. 

It did not stop Robin from reaching out to pinch his cheeks. 

She too, Gareth realized, was clearly high on something, both of them giggling and weaving on their feet. 

At least Robin didn’t appear to be hurt--or at least, not hurt as badly as Steve. 

"What the hell did you two take?" Gareth demanded, looking between them as he quickly put his popcorn back off to the side. 

"We didn't take anything, dad." Steve said bossily, rolling his eyes. He spoke in a voice so unlike himself that Gareth knew his own face was doing something crazy. 

Not that he could stop it because what the hell. 

"What my patriotic friend here means is that we don't know." Robin added, smacking a hand onto Steve’s shoulder. 

(The entire sentence was slurred and sounded like she'd shoved candy in her mouth before she started talking.) 

"You don't know?!” Gareth asked, taking in the way Steve flinched when Robin touched him. Added a mental note to check his cousin's shoulder too. “How do you not know?" 

Gareth wasn't panicking, he wasn't, except he absolutely fucking was. Steve's dad was going to kill him, disown him, and throw the body out of his house--in that exact order. 

Gareth’s parents wouldn’t take him in, not unless his mom felt she could use it to one up her sister in some way which meant that Gareth was going to have to sneak Steve in and out of the house like he was some--some puppy Gareth was trying to keep and--

"Did someone give you two something?" Eddie asked, interrupting Gareth’s spiraling. 

"Give is a very strong word." Steve said with a snicker. 

Robin nodded so much she looked like a bobble head. She leaned in, nearly falling into Gareth in the process. “In fact it’s not the word I’d use at all! I’d use…” She trailed off, screwing her eyes up in thought. 

“Made us?” Steve suggested as Gareth finally gave in to his instincts and reached out to steady his cousin. “Forced us?” 

“Socked it to us!” Robin added with a weird amount of glee, and the two of them once again collapsed into giggles.

Literally, forcing Gareth to try and steady them both. 

Which meant Eddie was right--they’d been drugged. It made perfect sense-- Steve wasn’t the kind to experiment with drugs beyond weed. Had in fact, given a very long lecture about how he’d make Gareth go on runs with him if he ever found out Eddie had given him anything stronger than weed. 

There was no way he’d change now, and especially not around a jobsite. Particularly one as busy as the mall. 

"You can't tell anybody." Robin continued, eyes so wide they were more white than pupils. "But we got truth serumed!" 

As if that made any fucking sense. 

Gareth turned a half frantic, half disbelieving look to Eddie--whose own face scared him almost as badly as Steve's did. 

He was hiding it, and doing a good job of doing so, but Eddie was the one person Gareth knew better than Steve. 

Right now? Eddie Munson was furious. 

Not mad, or upset, or even as pissed as he had been the time Tommy Hagan had thrown his drug box in the river. 

He was enraged. 

"Hey." He said, and the only thing more shocking than realizing Eddie was this mad was hearing him talk in a calming, almost playful voice. "Sounds like you two sailors had a pretty rough time. Why don't we go to the bathroom and get you both cleaned up? I bet you'll feel a little better." 

It was clearly the right move, because both of them looked downright delighted. 

"He thinks we're sailors!" Steve said, cupping a hand around his mouth and leaning to talk in Robin’s ear as if he was whispering. (He wasn’t.) 

Robin’s grin grew impossibly wider, before Eddie stepped forward to help Gareth half guide half herd the two into the nearest bathroom. 

"I know you." Robin said, squinting dramatically as Eddie opened the door with his regular flair, bellowing for anyone in the place to get out. 

It was Steve's turn to nod enthusiastically. "That's Eddie, Robbie." He said.

"I'm honored King Steve knows such a humble peasant's name." Eddie bowed as Gareth finally got both Steve and Robin into the bathroom, trying to get them to sit on the floor before they fell on their asses. 

Which just made a hurt expression appear on Steve's face. "’Course I do. You have really pretty hair." 

It had the effect of making Eddie look like he’d been punched and Gareth had to quickly turn his bark of laughter into a cough. 

"I bet it's soft.” Steve continued, as he pressed his back against the tiled wall and slowly slid down to the floor. “Gare, is it soft?" 

"It's very soft." Gareth agreed, trying to wet a paper towel with shaking hands. Finally he gave up entirely, ripping the plaid sweater he had tied around his waist and shoving one of the sleeves into the sink. 

“Oh my god.” Robin said abruptly, sitting up from her own slouched spot on the floor as if she’d suddenly been stricken sober. “It’s him! He’s your type!” 

“What’s my type?” Steve turned to her, as Eddie leaned his back against the door to the bathroom, blocking anyone else from entering. 

“It’s like--like Nancy! But boy Nancy.” Robin seemed to think this made a ton of sense, and given Steve’s immediate groan maybe it did to him, but Gareth was too freaked out to even begin to process what the hell they were on about.

Probably nothing, given they’d been drugged. 

Eddie seemed to pick up on his general anxiety and poor attempts at shoving down his own freakout, because he gently called out Gareth’s name. 

“I think it’s wet enough.” He added with a raised eyebrow. His eyes drifted purposefully to the sink and with a curse, Gareth snapped shut the water off. 

His hands were still shaking. 

“Give it to me.” Eddie said gently, moving to take the shirt from Gareth’s hands. “Here, swap me Gare, and guard the door.” 

Gareth did, as Eddie knelt down to take Steve’s chin in one hand, and carefully began dapping his wounded face with the wet sleeve. 

“May I ask what battles you two sailors have been involved in?” He said, continuing to sound like playful, fun Eddie and not like he was about to murder half the town (which, Gareth could tell by body language alone, is what Eddie actually felt like) “Did you happen to catch a glimpse of the villains who did this?"

“Robin melted into Steve, rubbing her face in his shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe us.” 

Eddie smiled his most charming smile, a full blown rouge grin he played up as he continued to wipe and dab at Steve’s wounds. “You’d be surprised at what I believe in, my fair lady.” 

Steve tried to talk, but ended up hissing as he ran into Eddie’s fingers. 

“Russians.” He managed to get out, when Eddie quickly took the sleeve away so he could talk. “We got kidnapped by fucking Russians. Also we kinda saw some shit and they’re after us. Possibly you now if they saw you with us.” 

There was the briefest of pause as Steve and Robin stared at Eddie, as Eddie stared back. 

Then Steve and Robin as one started howling with laughter, so hard that Robin’s head ended up in Steve’s lap with Steve’s own head resting on hers. 

Eddie turned to give Gareth a pinched look. “Russians.” He said, still calm despite it all. “Right.” 

Which had to be the fucking drugs speaking. 

Gareth just took a deep breath as Eddie managed to gently prod Steve back into putting his chin in his hand, shaking his head ever so slightly. 

He didn’t know who he was going to actually have to murder, but at least Eddie looked to be on board with acting as his backup. 

[martyr-inthedark]

Bedroom

Let's just say Whumpee isn't kept in a dingy, dark, poorly-kept basement (or cell, or cage...).

Instead, Whumpee is kept in a beautiful bedroom. Maybe with the softest mattress, the fluffiest pillows, blankets made from quality furs and silks. The room is cleaned every day by Whumper's servants who bring Whumpee dinner and snacks are brought hot from the kitchens. But, freedom is limited, and true safety is nonexistent.

Guards are stood on a 24-hr schedule just outside the heavy spruce doors. Should Whumpee choose to stroll through the property, guards must accompany them. Servants were not discouraged from physically or otherwise abusing Whumpee, and were directed to report Whumpee's every move, every mistake, to Whumper. Whumpee wore a beautifully adorned collar, gold with radiant gems and small spikes on the inside it that bore a constant reminder of their situation. Whumper found it in his pleasure to pull on the collar and drag Whumpee back to that cursed bedroom should Whumpee make one wrong move in public. The next time Whumpee is allowed out, they are covered in bruises and freshly carved scabs.

The bedroom where the fire pokes are heated. Where iron shackles attached to the bedposts. Where clothes could be stripped. Where they could be drugged and left abandoned for days at a time. Where Whumpee could be forcibly held under their bathwater for two seconds too long. Where Whumpee had no choice but to relive the horrors of their day through nightmares. Where Whumper could sneak into their bed at night and take advantage of a sleeping Whumpee.

Where even the bed, with its velvet purple canopy and white furs, isn't safe.

[crime-scene-psychic]

My roommate and I have been rewatching some comfort cartoons recently (ie Teen Titans and Young Justice) and it made me realize that there is a reoccurring theme in at the very least 3 TV show adaptations, which is anytime Dick Grayson is under just a little too much stress he immediately starts hallucinating. It isn't much, but it's certainly insane that it's happened 3 times (to my knowledge).

[caycanteven]

Don Balsam ref I? I think?

Cant believe the mafia version got a “ref” before his actual one LOL.

Balsam has a powerful hand in the medical field in his part of the city and some parts outside it depending on alliances. If an unfamiliar subordinate ends up in one of "his" facilities, it's not uncommon to hear from a another boss or even a Don looking for "cures" for their family who got in a pretty bad tussle. Don Bal doesn't really show himself in public unless it's to visit his favorite diner—or his favorite waitress, and meet for business. People who know his practices well nicknamed him "The Doctor.”

[oodlesodoodles]

[aftgficrec]

Anonymous asked: Hiiii is there any andreil fics with a medieval or post apocalyptic setting? thank you in advance

We are pretty loose with what constitutes medieval and tend to include fics with swords and steeds unless the author specifies a different time period. For more stories and pairings try these ao3 aftg tag searches: royalty here, kings and kingdoms here, fairy tales here, medieval here, and fantasy here. 

Andreil apocalypse aus will follow in another post. -A

previous recs:

‘An Assassin's Guide to Romance’ here 

‘eclipse’ here

‘The boy is a pipe dream’ here

‘Vanilla Twilight’ here

‘All the King's Men’ here

‘On the Edge of a Knife’ here

‘One page prompts’ ch 6, ‘Admirers And Visitors,’ ‘Knights of the Fox Table,’ ‘Silver, Secrets and Steel’ series, and ‘this isn't home (but it's close enough)’ in our foxes with swords! ask

you may also like:

‘That One Time Neil Ended Up In a Fairy Tale’ series here (updated)

‘Winter Woes’ series here

‘If I Don't Keep Up My Light’ here

our tags for medieval, royalty, historical, dragons, fantasy, and fairy tales

A Cruel Twist of Fate by nvrhrdofhm [Rated M, 10941 Words, Complete, AFTG Reverse Big Bang 2024]

Twenty years ago, Aaron’s mother had become pregnant, the father was unknown, even to herself. Fearing for what the birth would mean for her future, she sought counsel from a soothsayer. She stole away in the middle of the night and received the curse; “Started as one but separated soon. A reflection of the other, always to be doomed. Stolen too early, returned far too late. The two’s lives will be a cruel twist of fate.” A fantasy AU focused on the Minyard twins. It's a short but fun time. Yes, I know that sounds like an innuendo, let's just ignore that.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

NB: fic art by @flightyfoxart here

Reign & Fall by maydaykevin [Rated M, 32847 Words, Complete, 2017]

“It is quite simple what I am asking of you, Neil.” Stuart’s voice, however pleasant, was laced with an underlying venom. “Retrieve what they have wrongfully taken.” Neil is given a quest. Chaos ensues.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: canonical character death, tw: blood/gore, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: choking, tw: noncon kiss

NB: the major character death tag refers to a series villain

Land of Reverence series by shadowdreams [Rated G/T, Collection, 2 complete works, Updated 2022]

Part 1: Would You Rescue Me [G, 37691 Words] Previously recced here His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Nathaniel of Baltimore has been tasked with rescuing the shy Princess of Palmetto from a dragon as part of a marriage ritual as old as time. The only problem? That’s definitely not a princess waiting for him in a dingy cave in the mountainside.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Part 2: I'll be there anytime you call [T, 31264 Words] Previously recced here “You have to go back to Baltimore.” Andrew looked up at his brother, halting his move to reach for one of the water pitchers. Watching Aaron nervously shift in place, Andrew took in the uncomfortable silence settling over the large room they all had gathered in. This couldn’t be good.  Or, what happens after Andrew and Neil finally make it to Palmetto after the Royal Liberation.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced abuse

All for the Royal Court by AL_fiction [Rated T, 75902 Words, Complete, 2023]

Previously recced here 

“Abram has recently fled to Palmetto, the capital city of the vast country of Foxcourt after the loss of his mother in Troy. Earning himself the title Library Thief and a wanted poster with his name on it in his first few days, Abram survives by pickpocketing and hiding, skills he's gotten good at on the run. This all changes when he gets himself hired by Day, Head Assistant to King Wymack himself

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: graphic injuries, tw: blood/gore, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: canonical character death

Queens by Fire_Bear [Rated M, 10110 Words, Incomplete, Updated 2020]

The courts of the kingdoms hold great power, from the rooks to the bishops, the knights to the kings. But none are as powerful as the queens. Anyone with the magical power levels of a queen is highly sought after in the courts. They are coveted, revered, feared, hated, loved - and trapped. There was once a kingdom that held four queens, some hidden, others known.

tw: implied/referenced abuse

Of Dark Wizards & Knights by justdk [Rated T, 3400 Words, Complete, Andreil Week 2019]

Previously recced here

Neil just wants to live in his cave and do magic and raise his cute little fox kits but nooooo. In which Neil meets the legendary Sam of Wilds, Tiggy, and Gary... and a short knight with blonde hair and great arms

tw: scars

Of Solstice Sweets & Kisses justdk [Rated T, 1940 Words, Complete, 2020]

A companion piece to Of Dark Wizards & Knights, above

When Andrew had asked for leave to visit Neil, he had not expected them to spend the entire day roaming the Dark Woods collecting branches, greenery, holly, nuts, and rocks. He had assumed they would spend the day and night tucked away in Neil’s cave, eating, cuddling in the surprisingly comfortable nest of furs, and playing with Sir and King, Neil’s domesticated foxes. Neil had assured him that all of that was still on the menu but that first he needed to prepare for his annual Solstice rituals. [or magical Midwinter fluff]

pre relationship andreil

Doubt Truth To Be a Liar by sunrise_and_death [Rated T, 793 Words, Complete, Andreil Week 2018, Locked]

It was the ghost that tipped Neil off. Or, a snapshot of All for the Game meets Hamlet.

tw: implied/referenced murder

becomings by jemwrites [Rated M, 3310 Words, Complete, 2020]

A Witcher, a Mage, a Fox Cub, a Warmonger: four individuals in a horrifying world, and how they came to be. (In other words: how Andrew became a monster, how neil became a sorcerer, how Kevin became a legacy and how Riko's bloodthirst will lead to chasing all three) No knowledge of The Witcher (tv show, game or book) required.

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: child abandonment, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced torture

Art

Aftg, Empire and palace dramas AU art by @anthemisarts: headcanons and character sketches | Lady Renee and Lady Allison | Kevin, the young emperor | Neil, a fugitive prince | Andrew and Neil first meeting preview | Andrew, knight of the fox kingdom detains a suspicious Neil

AFTG Royalty/Medieval AU art by @nicknizzard: Andrew swearing his oath to Neil | Aftg medieval AU part 2 | KevAaron in the medieval AU | more Medieval Andreil

[kissorkill16]

Everything Will Be Okay: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky makes a deal with a shadow to go back in time to save Mrs. Peterson from the car crash, unknowingly changing his own life in the process.

(P.S., inspired by this idea from @kawa-goat ! Also, have this screenshot!)

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Nicky laid wide awake in bed, completely restless and stressed out from the whole week.

Mrs. Peterson Diane died in a car crash, Mr. Peterson was acting crazy (crazier than usual), and Aaron and Mya have been distancing themselves from him.

It's just been a lot for Nicky to carry on his shoulders.

After a while, he finally felt himself drifting off to sleep, but before he could even get a wink, he noticed someone standing in the corner of his room.

He sat up and rubbed his tired eyes, and saw that there was a long, skinny, dark shadow with white eyes and deer antlers standing in the corner of his room.

He barely got out just one second of a scream before the thing slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Hello, Nicky.", said the shadow. "Do not fret. I don't intend to hurt you."

The shadow removed its hand from Nicky's mouth, and Nicky took a deep breath to calm down. "Okay, but what do you want?", he asked. "Or what do you intend to do?"

"To make you a deal."

Nicky was confused. "A deal?"

The shadow nodded. "You're miserable now, and it all started with the loss of Mrs. Peterson. Don't you agree?", asked the shadow. Nicky looked down at his lap and nodded.

"What if I said I could change that?"

Nicky crossed his arms and looked at the shadow incredulously. "I wouldn't believe you.", he said.

"Oh, but I can, Nicholas.", said the shadow. "Most believe that entities and reality changes don't exist, but I happen to be an entity, and I have the power to bend reality to my satisfaction. I can just bend it for you if you just accept the deal."

Nicky still wasn't so sure he should accept this deal.

"What's the catch?", he asked.

The shadow shook its head. "No catch, dear. If I change the timeline where Mrs. Peterson dies, then you'll have your friends again, and you won't have to feel so lonely anymore."

Nicky thought about it for a moment, he still had doubts, but he just really wanted things to go back to normal. He missed his friends, he missed Diane, so maybe taking this deal would really help him a lot.

"So? Do we have a deal?"

The shadow extended out its hand, and Nicky looked at it for a moment.

Then, without another thought, he took the hand and shook it.

"Deal."

The shadow disappeared, and Nicky felt himself falling asleep.

When Nicky woke up, the sun shined through his window, and he got up and stretched.

"Narf! Breakfast is ready!", called his mom from the kitchen.

Nicky stretched out some more before he went downstairs to the kitchen.

His mom was sitting at the table, reading a book. His dad was near the oven, making pancakes. He turned around to look at Nicky and smiled at him.

"Morning, Narf. You have a good sleep?", he asked.

Nicky nodded and sat down at the table, "Yeah. Yeah, I did.", he said.

As the family sat down and ate breakfast together, Nicky couldn't help but wonder if that deal that he made with the shadow was real or just a dream.

He promised to change the timeline and make Diane live.

He just needed to make sure it was true.

After lunch, Jay and Luanne were getting ready to leave for a work trip. Before they left, they dropped their son off at Enzo's house. Nicky hugged and kissed them goodbye.

"We'll be back for dinner.", said Luanne. "Behave for Mr. Esposito."

"I will.", said Nicky.

"And stay out of trouble.", said Jay.

"I will.", said Nicky.

With one last "I love you", Jay and Luanne drove off, and Nicky waved them goodbye as he watched them drive away.

Enzo and Nicky sat in the living room, eating chips and watching TV. Just then, Maritza walked into the room, hands on her hips.

"I want the TV.", she said. Enzo looked at her and rolled his eyes. "Buzz off, I'm using the TV right now.", he said.

"My favorite show is coming on in three minutes and I don't want to miss anything. I want the TV.", said Maritza, more firmly this time. Enzo groaned.

He looked at Nicky, "You're so lucky you don't have a sister.", he said.

Maritza sat down in between Enzo and Nicky, making them both jump back, and Nicky's face turned a little red.

"What the heck do you think you're doing?!", said Enzo.

"If you won't let me have the TV, then I'm not leaving this room.", said Maritza.

"But this is a horror movie, you don't even like those!"

"Then let me have the TV and I'll change the channel."

Nicky got up, shaking himself off. "Well, since we're inviting people over, is it okay if I invite someone else?", he asked.

Enzo looked at Nicky, "Nick, I didn't invite her. She's just being annoying.", he said. Then he sighed and leaned back into the couch. "But I guess you can, I'd just have to ask my dad first."

"Who did you want to invite?", asked Maritza.

"Aaron."

Enzo and Maritza looked at Nicky with wide eyes, and Nicky understood what those reactions meant. He sighed and looked at the two.

"Look, I know you guys probably have some...history together, but he's my friend, and I haven't known him for as long as you have, but he's not as bad as you think he is.", he said. He looked at Maritza's unsure face, "I'll even let Mya join in too."

He looked at Enzo, who didn't look at him as he crossed his arms.

"And Trinity."

Enzo and Maritza exchanged a look, then looked at Nicky.

"Alright, fine. You can invite Aaron and Mya over. Just let me go ask my dad if it's okay.", said Enzo. He got up and walked out of the living room, straight to his dad's office.

Soon enough, Nicky, Aaron, Mya, Trinity, Maritza and Enzo were sitting in the living room, eating snacks and watching a movie. While they were here, Nicky decided to see if the shadow was telling the truth.

He scooted closer to Aaron.

"So, Aaron...", he said, trying to sound casual. "How've you been?"

Aaron looked at him, then back at the TV. "I've been okay.", he said.

"Is your mother okay?"

Aaron looked at him again, and his expression was full of confusion. He slowly looked back at the TV, "Yeah...she's okay. She wanted me to tell you she said hi.", he said. Then he looked at him again, "But why're you asking me about my mom?"

Nicky didn't look at him and just turned his attention back on the TV, "No reason.", he said.

"It doesn't sound like no reason.", said Aaron.

Nicky shrugged, trying not to sweat out of nervousness and sound as calm and collected as possible. "I've just been wondering.", he said. "I haven't heard from you guys in a while since the prank we pulled at Mrs. Tillman's."

Aaron shrugged, "Well, we've been okay. My mom grounded me and took my art supplies away, but she agreed to let me come over. My dad...I don't want to talk about him.", he said. "But other than that, I've been alright."

Nicky smiled at his best friend. "That's good to hear.", he said.

He didn't want to tell him about the shadow he made a deal with last night. He didn't want to tell anyone about that. He didn't want his new friends to think he's crazy. Though, with all the time he spent with Aaron, maybe he didn't want anyone to think he was crazy either, maybe that's why he's so kept to himself most of the time.

Hours passed, and the kids got bored with watching movies and decided to play video games instead. When they got bored with that, they just laid down next to each other on the floor.

"I'm so bored.", said Maritza.

"Me too.", said Trinity. "I don't want to go outside. It's raining and I'll get my makeup wet."

"I don't want to go out in the rain period.", said Mya.

They sat in silence for a while, the only noise in the house being the TV and Mr. Esposito talking on the phone in the other room.

"What do you think he's talking about?", asked Aaron."

Nicky shrugged, "No idea.", he said.

Just then, Mr. Esposito came into the living room, quickly putting his coat on.

"Kids, I think you guys should head home.", he said. Then he looked at Nicky, "Nicky, I need you to come with me."

The kids got up, dusting themselves off. Nicky was the quickest to get up, "Why?", he asked as he straightened his shirt.

He wasn't prepared for what Mr. Esposito told him next.

"I just got a call from your father, your mother is in the hospital."

The car ride to the hospital was eeriely quiet. Nicky could hardly believe what he just heard.

His mother had been hospitalized.

When they got to the hospital, they saw Jay waiting in the lobby, and he clutched the sides of his head. Nicky ran up to him.

"Dad, what happened?", he frantically asked.

Jay looked at his son, and Nicky saw how tired and panicked he looked.

"We were just driving to pick you up, and it was so rainy and I could barely see, even with my headlights on. Suddenly, we crashed into a truck and the car set on fire! I made it out alive, but I got burned on my arm. Your mother...oh my God..."

Suddenly, Jay started hyperventilating. Mr. Esposito and Nicky sat on either side of him and rubbed his back as he tried to steady his breathing.

The doctor came to the lobby, looking heartbroken.

"I'm sorry, sir. We've...we've done everything we could, but...your wife, she...she..."

He didn't even need to finish before Jay started sobbing uncontrollably.

Nicky wrapped his arms around his father, and his father did the same. Finally, Nicky couldn't hold it in any longer, and he started crying into Jay's shoulder.

His mother was dead.

The funeral was held two weeks later, and Mr. Esposito helped him plan. They invited a few of Luanne's colleagues, and if you'd have been there, you'd have seen that Jay and Nicky were the ones who cried the most.

The weeks after that had been extremely stressful for the Roths.

One morning, Nicky came downstairs to see his dad cooking waffles. He sat down at the table, not looking up from his lap.

Jay sat two plates down at the table.

"Uh...Dad.", said Nicky. "You set a plate for Mom again."

Jay looked at the plate of waffles he sat down on the table, and he smiled widely, but nothing close to joy. It was more of a sad smile.

"Oh...so I did."

Then he started to giggle.

It sounded happy and sad at first, but mostly sad. Then he started crying, and he wiped the tears from his face.

Then, so suddenly, so out of nowhere, he screamed and slapped the plate off the table.

Nicky flinched as the plate crashed onto the ground, and broken glass covered the floor.

"Dad, what the hell?!"

Jay looked at the broken plate for a moment, then he broke down crying again.

"It crashed!", he cried out loud, "Just like I did into that God damn truck!"

Nicky watched for a moment as his dad cried, then he got up to comfort him, stepping around the broken glass on the floor.

He wrapped his arms around his father.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Dad.", he said. "It'll all be okay."

Jay seemed to calm down, and he nodded and wrapped his arms around Nicky.

"Yeah. Yes, you're right.", he said. "Everything will be okay."

Unfortunately, neither of them could've been any more wrong.

Not only was Jay having scary random outbursts almost every time he was reminded of the crash, but he also started to turn into a diabetic dessert disaster. Binging on all of the stuff he ate when he was feeling a certain type of emotion.

Nicky might've guessed he was feeling a whirlwind of emotions if he was eating all of his favorite treats at once.

It was such a hassle to clean up the vomit afterwards when Jay stuffed himself too much.

Nicky tried confronting him about it.

"Okay, Dad. Intervention time. You can't keep eating like this.", he tried to reason. But Jay shot him a terrifying look that made Nicky shrink back. "Okay, it's cool. Just don't throw up on me."

Nicky knew his father was trying his best to take care of him and himself, but he was just too out of control. Not knowing what to do, Nicky just closed himself off completely and locked himself up in his room for most of the day.

One day, Nicky woke up to rocks being thrown at his window. He looked out to see Aaron waving at him.

"Hey, Nicky!", he said.

Nicky waved back. "Hey, Aaron."

"Come over to my house."

Nicky looked down at the grass. "I can't, I -"

"It's not optional."

So Nicky didn't have a choice.

He decided to just walk out the front door to Aaron's house this time, instead of his usual sneaking out through his window and climbing into the trellis.

When he got downstairs, he smelled bleach and vomit coming from the living room.

Feeling a little hungry himself, Nicky went to the living room and took out a zinger from one of the sweet boxes. But just as he was about to eat it and leave, he noticed something on the living room table.

It looked like a note to Miguel about working from home, and he looked underneath to see another piece of paper, that looked like a letter to his principal about taking up homeschooling.

What was all of this for?

"Nick, I'm growing a beard here. Come on."

Nicky turned around and walked out the door to see Aaron standing on the front porch.

They went across the street to the Peterson house and went to the living room, where Mya was sitting on the couch and playing with her dolls. She smiled when she turned to see Nicky.

"Hi, Nicky.", she said. "How've you been? We haven't heard from you in so long."

Nicky shrugged, not looking at her. "I've been better. Sorry I've been so distant, I've just got a lot going on and I needed time to myself.", he said.

Aaron patted his best friend on the shoulder, "We totally understand, buddy. We're just glad you came here now."

"You said it wasn't optional.", snorted Nicky.

Nicky spent most of the day just hanging around in the house, playing with dolls and hide and seek with Mya and coloring pictures with Aaron.

When Nicky went down the upstairs hallway to go to the bathroom, he bumped into Mr. Peterson and just froze all of a sudden.

The man looked down at him.

"Hello, Nicky.", he said.

Nicky cleared his throat and gave him a little half wave. "Hello, Mr. Peterson.", he said.

Just as he moved to step around him, Mr. Peterson grabbed his shoulder, and tilted his head up to meet his gaze. Nicky's poor weak knees couldn't help but shake when he did this, but surprisingly, he didn't see anything malicious or crazy in those eyes.

They looked almost...normal.

"How have you been doing?", asked the man.

Nicky opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a minute, he cleared his throat again.

"I've been alright.", he said. "Just...a lot has been happening since the...you know."

"Yes, I know.", said Mr. Peterson. "And I understand how difficult this must be for you. That's why I'm just checking in."

Nicky nodded at him, and with that, Mr. Peterson just walked away, leaving Nicky standing in the hallway.

The boy was super confused, and really surprised. That was the first time he's ever seen Mr. Peterson act...normal.

But he tried not to pay any mind to it.

The rest of the day had been spent with the Petersons, and Nicky had completely forgotten about the time. It wasn't until Mrs. Peterson was just setting up the table for dinner that he nearly sprinted out the door.

"Wait, Nicky! Honey, don't you want to stay for dinner?", she asked.

"I'm sorry, Diane! I'd love to, but I can't!", Nicky quickly said before he ran out, across the street, and into his house.

Before he could even step away from the door, his dad punched the wall and looked at him like a tiger ready to attack its prey.

He looked terrible. His hair was a mess, his eyes were strained, he had huge bags under his eyes, and his shirt was covered in vomit.

"Where the hell were you?!", he screamed at his son. "I've been tearing my hair out trying to find you, I had no damn idea where you were!"

"I was just across the street.", said Nicky, feeling scared.

Why was he scared? He knew his dad wouldn't do anything to hurt him, he wasn't that kind of person. "I'm sorry, Dad. I should've told you. And I wanted to, but you were...I couldn't find you."

"You left the house to go see those little hoodlums across the street without my permission?", asked Jay. "Your mother said you weren't allowed to see them anymore, and I'd like to respect her wishes, Nicky."

"Dad, she's dead -"

"I KNOW SHE'S DEAD! I KNOW DAMN WELL SHE'S DEAD, DAMN IT!", yelled Jay. He clutched the sides of his head again and started frantically moving around like he had a bug in his ears. "FUCKING GOD DAMN IT! WHY THE HELL IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?! AM I BEING PUNISHED OR SOME SHIT?!"

Nicky looked at his dad, eyes widened in complete fear.

"I'm just going to go upstairs.", he said, his voice trembling a little.

But before he could even make it up the stairs, he felt Jay grab his arm and guide him to the kitchen.

"Nicky, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that.", he said. "I'm trying, I really am. You know that, right?"

Nicky nodded. "I know, Dad."

"I'll stop yelling and I'll clean myself up a little. Meanwhile, why don't you go to the kitchen? I made dinner and I don't want it to get cold."

Jay went upstairs to the bathroom while Nicky went to the kitchen, heated up the plate of food on the table and ate it. He heard the shower running as he ate his food.

When Nicky was done, he sat down on the living room couch. Soon enough, Jay came downstairs dressed in pajamas. He looked better than when Nicky saw him.

"I also got chocolate milk if you want some.", he said.

"Okay.", said Nicky.

As the boy watched TV, Nicky couldn't help but think back to the letters on the living room table, about his dad working from home and starting homeschooling.

Maybe when Jay got back from the kitchen, he'd ask him about it.

Finally, Jay came to the living room, two cups of warm chocolate milk in his hands. He gave one to his son and sat down as he drank his own.

It was silent as Nicky drank his milk and watched TV, and when he finished, he finally turned to look his dad in the eye.

"Dad, we need to talk.", he said.

"About what, Nicky?", asked Jay.

"Well, this morning as I was about to leave, I saw a couple of letters on the table in the living room about...about...uh..."

Nicky couldn't even finish his sentence before his dead started to feel heavy, and the room began to spin uncontrollably. He started hyperventilating and clutching the sides of his head.

"D-Dad, I...Dad what's happening?", he asked his father, who just sat and watched as he panicked from the lack of control over his body. "Dad, help me! I'm scared!"

Jay pulled Nicky close to him and held him in his arms, gently rubbing his head and making Nicky's eyes slowly close.

"Shhhh, don't panic, Narf. It's alright. You're going to be alright. Just try to remember what you told me..."

The last thing Nicky heard before he was completely unconscious was his father saying...

"Everything will be okay."

[theseance444]

TW: dark RP, drugs, addiction, violence, etc.

For @riverjphoeniix

How many days had it been? Three? Four? Maybe longer. Maybe forever. But a drug den was better than sleeping on the street, he'd reasoned, and came with more perks. Of course, since everyone left the Academy, he'd never had a stable living situation. Not that he'd heard from his siblings in years, anyway. No, fuck them, fuck the ghosts, and fuck his superpowers. He didn't need any of it.

Laying on a dirty, bare mattress, in the back of an abandoned warehouse, Klaus had stepped off the deep end. In the dimly lit room, he couldn't help but watch how the flickering lights cast shadows on the walls. He must be in between hits, he realized, as he was now vaguely conscious. Emphasis on "vaguely", as he quickly found when he tried to sit up; his body felt like it was full of rocks. Heavy, uncomfortable, braindead. But still numb enough to stave off the spirits.

Except, of course, the judgemental, sad eyes of his dead brother. Klaus could almost see him, like a mirage watching him from across the room. Making sure his chest was still moving, his heart still beating. He would've appreciated it, too, if he didn't know he was going to get chewed out as soon as he came down. But that certainly wasn't about to happen.

Unless--where the fuck was his dope pipe? Klaus slowly turned his head to look around, barely able to focus his vision. The cracked glass he'd passed out holding was now gone. God dammit, these junkies! Not that Klaus would've done differently, but still.

"Guys, c'mon, that's not cool..."

Using all of his willpower, the former seance pushed himself to his feet. Immediately he swayed, head swimming as he leaned against the wall for support. Somewhere distance, he could hear Ben trying to get his attention, but ignored it in favor of looking for a pipe to steal back. Lurching through the rooms unsteadily, Klaus didn't realize he was close to the front door until he heard a rapid, heavy handed knock. In the back of his mind, Ben was yelling for him.

"Uh...hello?"

Then one word made it through the haze. Police. Frozen in place, Klaus could do nothing but watch as the door was kicked down in front of him.

[loonybun]

hey whump writers turns out even when you’re on heavy painkillers and have a high pain tolerance it still stings like a bitch when you’re getting wounds cleaned/irrigated.

[whumperofworlds]

Okay but as someone who is on steroids (yes, STEROIDS) for the pain I'm feeling from my injury at work, how about this:

A whumpee who is severely hurt. They're given a type of steroids that can deal with the pain. Once they healed, they could proudly say, "I take steroids!"

[mori-does-sw]

Of Hell May Smile

PAIRING(S) \ Vampire!Marshall Commander Fox x GN!Reader SYNOPSIS \ You've got an agreement with the Coruscant Guard, an agreement that Fox is looking to cash out on for the usual reasons as well as some more... personal ones. WARNING(S) \ Very brief horror, detailed descriptions of blood and blood drinking, minor injury, description of altered mental states (vampire spit is drugs), some very minor suggestive content A/N \ I saw a vampire Fox post once and I think it changed my brain chemistry. This man has me by the throat at All Times and I am unashamed of that fact lmao. So, anyways, here's exactly 1500 words of my own spin on that idea in honor of spooky month!

It’s when they start turning out the lights for the night that the Senate archives, usually a place of refuge from sneering politicians and throngs of reporters, becomes ominous. You always feel on-edge, walking through the darkened halls with only the flashlight on your datapad and the sound of your own footsteps for company.

But you aren’t a child anymore, you tell yourself; There aren’t any monsters going to jump out of the nearest shadow to get you. You aren’t still afraid of the dark. That would be ridiculous.

That’s why, when a shadow detaches from the wall, you’re primed and ready to send the datapad on hand flying in its direction. It misses, and faster than you can open your mouth to voice your terror, they slap a hand over your lips and start dragging you back into their hiding spot.

Instinctively, you claw at your attacker’s shoulders only for your nails to slide harmlessly down smooth, cool plastoid. A stab of startling clarity, and your eyes are darting to the sword-and-cog insignia emblazoned in red across his pauldron. Higher up, to a familiar helmet with a familiar color scheme—Fox.

The fight leaves you so quickly you sag in his grip, a moment of weakness he readily abuses to drag you further into the alcove. You register your shoulders hitting the wall, then your back, until the bulk of his armor is pressing you deep into the shadows.

“Can I help you, commander?” you finally work up the courage to ask, unable to soften the bite from your words. His silence makes it hard to calm your racing nerves, to pull your thoughts together, to think at all.

Your quickened breathing is loud in the small space between you. The pop of his helmet’s airtight seal is louder. You flinch at the sudden noise, but go still when one of his hands starts to rub soothing circles into your hip bone. With the other, he lifts his helmet off and lets it fall to the ground, clattering loudly and then rolling into your ankle.

There’s a long pause, and then: “I’m hungry.”

“... Ah.”

Fox has always taken great care to maintain the facade of the infallible commander of the guard, the model clone trooper complete with a regulation haircut and the emotional range of wet cardboard. The headlines call him steadfast, the citizens, cold-blooded; His quarry can only say he’s terrifying.

In this moment, he’s desperate. Vulnerable. Any anger beginning to brew from his rude surprise cools at the sight.

His whole body is trembling, almost vibrating, and his eyes are so far blown that they’re almost totally black. His skin has turned colorless and ashy, corpse-like, and its frigidity can be felt through the thick fabric of his gloves. 

Fox’s mouth is slightly parted, the distended tips of his fangs pressing into his bottom lip. You can’t tear yourself away from the sight, darkly fascinated by the way they gleam wetly with saliva. You can feel the blood rushing through your body, drumming in the places where your veins lay beneath your skin. Where you know he’ll sink his teeth.

You swallow heavily, your fear replaced by a not dissimilar, but altogether different thrill.

The clones of the Coruscant Guard have been on the receiving end of the public’s… curiosity. Whispers abound, they say that the guards never take off their helmets. That the workload is too heavy for their number, that they must go days without sleeping to keep up; Some claim that they don’t breathe.

Even before you knew what, exactly, made them the way they are, you agreed with the general sentiment: There is something incredibly eerie about the Coruscant Guard.

The chill of Fox’s skin makes you shiver as his nose bumps against your jaw. He inhales raggedly, his breastplate digging more firmly into your skin with the motion.

“Your heart is beating very fast.” He sounds off, dazed like he’s already half-drunk with blood. Your pulse kicks up even higher when he presses his mouth to that soft spot under your jaw to feel it.

You must make some noise, because after a moment he pulls away. The heat of Fox’s gaze bores into you even when you can’t meet his eyes.

“Am I scaring you?”

“... No.”

For all that you’d been doing this for several months you’d never been approached by Fox in the same way as his vode. Others who’d taken the agreement—credits for your blood and discretion—had offered and been turned down. If the shinies who stayed back to chat were to be believed, he only fed from his closest compatriots.

That doesn’t mean you haven’t noticed the weight of Fox’s gaze on you, observing you like he can’t help himself. You haven’t wondered what his bite would feel like, if he’d be as sweet and apologetic as some of the younger Corries, or whip-fast and to-the-point like Commander Stone. You haven’t considered if he’d want you to feel just as good as him.

It feels like you’ve swallowed sand, with how dry your mouth is. Every inhale whistles through your esophagus, which, in the meantime, feels like it’s been scraped raw. Your face is uncomfortably hot. Fox’s thumb is still swirling hypnotic, utterly damning circles against your hip.

Licking your lips, you try to smile. “I can handle it, if you promise to be gentle.”

The first prick of his fangs stills you; You’re biting your lip to keep quiet. But as Fox continues to sink his teeth into the column of your neck, you can’t help the soft whine that escapes your lips. He hums low in his throat, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head. He tilts it gently away from where he’s fixed, lessening some of the pressure.

Being held my him doesn’t hurt. It’s barely uncomfortable. And after a moment, the bite stops being painful too—ebbing away as a heated flush slowly spreads through your body.

You can feel blood pooling around the punctures and sliding down your neck. Fox laps it up hungrily. Much like the rest of him, his tongue is cold, and it feels odd passing over your skin.

The longer he feeds, the more pronounced the effects it has on you become. Your memory of Thire’s explanation escapes you, something about sedatives and happy chemicals that keep their prey pliant. It feels like your brain is melting, thoughts slipping from your grasp like water dripping through a sieve. You blink multiple times, hard, and distantly note how your vision has gone fuzzy at the edges. 

You think you should be frightened by this, but you can’t figure out why. Fox has you; You’re warm, safe, and perfectly content to go boneless in his hold for as long as he wants you there.

After an indeterminable amount of time, you’re roused by a strange sensation reverberating through your chest. It takes an embarrassing amount of time for you to realize that Fox is purring.

Many times you’ve done this, and not once has a Corrie purred like they’re shaking apart, trying to fit you inside their ribcage and keep you there. 

“Oooh, the big bad commander is getting soft,” You giggle drunkenly. 

“Pipe down. You’re just—warm,” he mutters, brusque tone belying the way he fists the back of your uniform in his attempt to press closer. Seeing as he’s already pinned you bodily down, Fox isn’t very successful. Nevertheless, his satisfaction is clear when he starts purring louder.

“That’s just because your body sucks.”

A pang of disappointment shoots through you when Fox finally pulls back. His breathing is slow, but heavy, and he’s still curled into you like gravity is pulling him in. Your brain is still too addled to control the pathetic whimper that slips out at the loss of proximity. 

Fox chuckles raspily, moving to dot kisses like freckles across your cheeks. Your legs are wobbling, fawn-like, and when he steps back you have to grab him again, lest you keel over and onto the duracrete floor.

Fox is looking much better. There’s a healthy flush to his face that speaks to the new blood flowing through his system, and his eyes have returned to their normal brown. The relaxed set of his mouth, however, dips down into a frown as he surveys you.

“... I got greedy, took more than I needed. My apologies.”

“It’s okay,” you sigh, “You needed it.”

Your eyes keep sliding closed without your permission, but, more lucid now, you manage to prop one eye open and fix him with a coy look. “However, I wouldn’t mind someone taking responsibility for his actions and helping me back to my flat.”

“Yeah,” Fox murmurs, pressing a coppery kiss beside his weeping bite mark. You can feel him smirking against your tender, abused flesh, and shiver. “I can take care of you.”

When the lights finally click off and plunge you into pitch-black darkness, Fox silences your startled shout with his own mouth.

[s1x-foot-deep]

YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HAVE IT ALL BUT NOW YOU'VE HAD YOUR FIRST SNOOT FULL AND IT WILL BURY YOU ALL

[no-one-likes--a-mad-woman]

location: anchorage regional hospital

date: november 3

@anchoragestarters

The incessant beep of the heart monitor was keeping Alice awake--as was the searing pain that was emanating from her abdomen. Two nights ago, she'd been rushed into the emergency room with a gun shot wound, her dear brother by her side. She'd known that the gunshot was painful but it wasn't until she'd arrived at the ER that it was discovered that the bullet had nicked her liver and she would need immediate surgery--a hepatectomy, they'd called it. They'd rushed her into the OR, cut her open, removed the bullet, cut out a small part of her liver, and then sewed her back up. Good as new, right?

However, her doctor had run into a problem when it came to the recovery stage in the medsurg department. As soon as Alice came to and realized that the doctor had tried to prescribe morphine after the surgery, she'd given them a piece of her mind. She'd understood the circumstances, sure, but they had her fucking chart and information--they knew that she was a former drug addict. After chewing the doctor out, she instructed the nurse to only give her Tylenol and nothing else. Especially considering that they'd taken a small piece of her liver, she wasn't interested in making that organ work overtime while it was recovering. Needless to say, Alice, who was usually relatively agreeable, was incredibly irritable at the moment.

Giving up on any hope of sleep, she'd started to flip through all the boring TV channels when she heard a knock at the door. "That better be my fucking Tylenol, Nurse Susie," she said, already feeling her nerves start to fray. But instead, she was greeted with a familiar face and immediately felt guilty for sounding so rude. Even if it had been Nurse Susie, she shouldn't talk to people like that. "Sorry," she said, a little embarrassed. "I'm a bit...cranky today." 'Cranky' was putting it lightly. She was fucking pissed. She was furious. Why the fuck had this happened to her? No, she certainly wasn't perfect but what had she ever done to deserve getting shot at? And when would her past discretions stop rearing their ugly head every time she thought she'd finally conquered them? "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

[droneboi]

Did you know?

They're trying really fucking hard right now to make us all believe Nex Benedict's death was a suicide.

Absolute bullshit. I'm dying on my hill that Nex' death was caused by the queerphobic animals that are accepted as honorary humans.

[theseance444]

@handlcd

It was only supposed to be a couple of drinks, with old friends. Instead, Klaus was coming home with blood in his hair, and what felt like a broken rib. Of course it had been a ploy--these were people he'd snitched on, stolen from, manipulated in the heart of his addiction. The robbery should've been obvious, the moment he arrived. But Diego had once briefly convinced him that his middle name was "Gullible".

In reality, Klaus knew he was lucky they'd stopped at knocking him out. Then again, reanimation usually had a shorter heal time. Either way, he was almost certain he could feel more braincells dying off. How many concussions had he gotten? Did they count if he reanimated since, like a reset, or did it stack?

Finally finding himself teetering at the front door of the Academy, Klaus tried to open it as quietly as he could. Thank God the building was too old for SimplySafe. But instead of an automated alarm, his sister-in-law's voice nearly made him jump out of his skin.

"Jesus, Lila!" Klaus hissed, grimacing as he reached out to shut the door. His other arm hugged his side, where the pain made him short of breath. "I'm not bleeding, go back to bed!"