#and this was literally supposed to be a quick little tolerance break fic in between longer projects

[foggieststars]

ayo!! i’m so fed up

[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

And I'm back with another request!

This one was by @seungminsheartxoxo !

I'm sorry if this is shorter than usual but I loved the scenario you asked for! It was different from what I've written so far 😁

I hope you'll enjoy it!

💜

This takes places during the time when Hyunjin hurt his hand because I’ve been dying for a comfort fic during that period of time. Okay so it starts off where Hyunjin’s hand is hurt and he’s in a lot of pain (like literally crying n stuff) so y/n decides to just go to the pharmacy and get him pain medication that was prescribed but it’s obviously really strong. He takes it anyways though and at first it’s tolerable but then him and y/n go to the grocery store or something and it starts making him feel really dizzy. So you finish shopping and you’re supposed to eat at a restaurant but he asks if you can eat in the car instead. Obviously y/n has to feed him because his hand is hurt, when suddenly he asks her to stop because he feels nauseous. And because he can’t cover his mouth to stop himself y/n uses her own hand to catch it before it gets all over the car.

CONSEQUENCES

World tours can prove to be really hard sometimes, even though the boys do have a lot of fun with it, as you can see backstage when you're able to attend the concerts.

It's a really hectic period of time, even more than comeback season, because they have back-to-back concerts, such as 3 days in a row, in different cities and countries, sometimes with very few days to rest in between. Because of that, their health can be jeopardized, with their immune system having a hard time fighting off simple colds and other conditions, as you had experienced with Hyunjin before.

Another thing that can happen is injuries, they can happen at any given time, anywhere, it can happen on stage or off stage during an activity or during rehearsal. And this time it was no different.

You managed to travel with them to a few of their concerts during their MANIAC world tour, and unfortunately, Hyunjin sustained a hand injury before taking the stage for their concert in Oakland.

You knew your boyfriend too well to know that even though the experts told him to limit his movements to not worsen the injury, he still wanted to take the stage. There was nothing you could do but watch him and hope that he would be careful with his hand, and your heart wrenched every time you saw him with a pained expression or wincing because of the movements.

He finished the concert with a smile but deep inside, it was taking everything in him to not scream in pain since the injury happened just a few hours ago.

As he came off stage you could see the color draining from his face, as if his body knew it could collapse now. The members noticed as well and were quick to catch him before he could actually faint.

- Hyunjin-ah!

You ran to his side and grabbed his hand as the boys called the staff over.

Hyunjin felt as if he was sinking into the ground, his vision was getting blurry and the voices calling out for him were getting muffled.

The medical staff took him and you to a nearby hospital where they put him on IV drips for a few hours since he had just performed for 3 hours straight, and pain medication.

When the IV drips were done the doctor came in and gave the prescription with all the medication he would need and one to make him sleep, since his body needed to rest well from the concert.

Getting back to the hotel, the staff helped Hyunjin up to your bedroom and set him on the bed. You gave him the medication and somehow, he was knocked out in minutes.

But not every day was easy, from then on, there were countless sleepless nights because of the pain and the fact that no position was actually comfortable for him to sleep in.

After their Anaheim concert, they had what you can call a little break before their Japan concerts. By that time Hyunjin was already in a cast and still in a lot of pain.

And yet he insisted on taking place during rehearsal and content recording.

Since he was on this little break you thought it would be best for him to stay with you for a little while, so that you could take care of him and also let him have some rest. You knew he loved his members but at the same time, he'd have a little more peace by staying with you.

You decided to pick him up at the company and go for a casual dinner before heading home.

Getting there you messaged him to meet you at the back of the building where you parked.

When he arrived at the car you noticed how he looked a little pale and sweaty, which means he was probably practicing.

- Hey babe.

You greeted him as he entered the car and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

- Hey.

He said, returning the kiss. He was too quiet for your liking. You knew something was wrong and you knew exactly what it was but you asked anyway.

- hey, honey, is everything okay?

He took a deep breath in before answering you.

- No...it hurts a lot.

He said breaking down in tears and painful sobs as if he had been holding on the entire day.

You hugged him to try to calm him down and provide some comfort.

- Oh honey. I'm sorry. Did you practice today?

- just a little, it started hurting really early so I didn't do much but it is so intense now.

- How does it feel?

- It's throbbing a lot. It feels like it throbs every time my heart beats. I just want it to stop.

He tilted his head back, still crying, trying to compose himself.

- How about we go to the pharmacy to buy the painkillers your doctor prescribed you?

- Okay.

You started the car and made your way to the pharmacy. The drive there was rather quiet, you put on some chill music so as not to bother Hyunjin and noticed how he kept his eyes closed the entire time with a pained expression on his face and he also winced a few times. Your heart wrenched seeing him like this, especially because you knew that there wasn't much you could do but give him painkillers and take care of him once you got home.

Thankfully the pharmacy you went to had everything Hyunjin needed so you wouldn't have to drive around searching for all the medication.

You knew they were really strong given the amount of pain he would be feeling for some time, as the doctor said.

- Babe, are you gonna take them now?

- Yeah...it's too painful...

- They are really strong, have you eaten anything? Otherwise, it can make you feel faint and even mess up your stomach. You know how these work.

- I did eat about an hour before you came to pick me up.

- Okay then. Here, take this.

You gave him a water bottle so he could take the pills and went back to the car. Since they were strong medications with quick effects, you waited a bit in the car to see how he would feel. You needed to go to the grocery store but you didn't know if he could handle that and you didn't want to leave him alone at your apartment.

About 25 minutes later you asked how he was feeling and he assured you that the pain was better and that he wasn't feeling bad from the painkillers.

- So, do you think we can go to the grocery store now? I really need to buy some stuff for our breakfast tomorrow.

- Yes.

- After we're finished we'll go have dinner at a nearby restaurant, okay? Just like we agreed early on.

- Not gonna lie, I'm a bit hungry.

The grocery store wasn't that far from where you guys were and the ride there felt a little better with Hyunjin actually interacting a bit with you and enjoying the music.

The road was practically empty and the night was beautiful, you could drive all night long with him and listen to music. But you knew everything Hyunjin wanted now was a good shower and a warm cozy bed.

The grocery store you liked to go to was rather big and had a variety of nice stuff to buy especially snacks.

You got a small cart just in case and started your shopping, Hyunjin glued on you the whole time.

You grabbed a few of his favorite snacks and yours as well, along with some other tasty things to make breakfast for the two of you. And also some Gatorade and some juice.

Everything was going smoothly and you couldn't wait to go get dinner but then, things started to go south.

Hyunjin started to feel the collateral effects of the painkillers, most likely because he hadn't actually eaten enough to handle such strong medications.

As you walked down one of the aisles, he started to feel really dizzy. He could feel the ground sinking beneath his feet and his vision was getting blurry and dark. He grabbed onto your hoodie halting midway.

- Hyunjin? What's wrong?

You said turning to him and grabbing his arms so you could support him as you noticed that his complexion was pale.

- I feel really dizzy...

- it's probably the medication. Can you keep walking?

- I'm afraid that I might pass out...

- Okay, come on.

You helped him sit down and kneeled beside him.

By now a few people at the store were stopping to look at the situation, and you could see that it was making Hyunjin start to feel nervous as his hands were shaking and his breathing was getting labored. The last thing you wanted now was for him to have an anxiety attack.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly bringing his attention over to you and started to draw circles.

- Hey, hey, hey. Don't pay attention to anything other than me, ok? Focus on me. There's only you and me here, okay? Take deep breaths with me.

He followed your breathing pattern to calm himself down and kept looking at you, as you guided him through it.

Thankfully, a nice employee came to see what was happening and told the people to not surround him and give him some space. They also brought some salt and water for Hyunjin to see if it would help with his blood pressure which lowered due to the medication.

- Thank you so much.

- You're welcome.

Hyunjin put some salt under his tongue and after a few minutes, he felt a little better.

- How do you feel?

- A little better...not as dizzy as before...

- Let's go.

You helped him up and he clung to you for support as he still felt lightheaded, even if it wasn't as strong as before.

You helped him walk to the cashier to pay for everything and you noticed he still looked pale and wobbly.

You told him to enter the car first while you put the groceries in the trunk. When you entered the car yourself, he looked half asleep.

- Babe, are you okay?

- Hm? Yeah...it's just the medication... I feel tired, weak...

- Why don't we go home then?

- No. Let's go have dinner, I'm hungry and so are you. It's okay.

- Sure?

- Yes.

You knew deep down he was saying that just to not let you down because you could see in his face that he looked unwell. You'd risk saying that the medication wasn't even working properly.

The restaurant you were going was a bit far away and halfway there the traffic-jammed a little. As you drove Hyunjin started to feel weird again.

He started to feel dizzy, even though he was sitting down, he felt as if there was some sort of pressure in between his eyes that wasn't making it possible for his vision to focus. He felt like his whole body was swaying and his vision was getting black spots.

He brought a hand to his face and pinched the area between his eyes in an attempt to get rid of that weird feeling and you noticed.

- Hyunjin, what's going on?

- it's just...my head feels weird...it feels light. It's like I still feel dizzy...

- Oh honey. That medication is really strong. After we eat something you'll feel better.

He just nodded and closed his eyes to try to rest a little and you placed your hand on his to reassure him he wasn't alone.

After about 30 minutes you arrived at the restaurant and found a nice spot to park the car. Thankfully this was one of the very few places you could go with him and not have to worry about paparazzi and stuff.

As you were getting your stuff to get out of the car, you noticed Hyunjin had gone quiet and was looking distressed.

- Honey? What is it?

You said putting a hand on his shoulder and gently caressing it.

- Can we eat here? I'm afraid of passing out if I stand up now...I feel weird...

- Sure. I'll go get out dinner and I'll be back soon.

You quickly went to the restaurant and ordered your food, you just wanted Hyunjin to eat something soon so that he could feel a little better from the effects of the painkillers.

A few minutes later you came back with the food and thankfully the car had enough space to place the drinks and eat comfortably.

Since he was in a cast, you had to help him eat, so you took turns between feeding him and eating.

The first few bites tasted heavenly for Hyunjin, given the fact that he ate very little and took strong painkillers. But then it started to taste weird.

His stomach started to feel heavy, stuffed as if he had eaten too much and that was obviously not the case. He was now having a hard time swallowing the food, he'd chew until it became tasteless, and yet he couldn't properly swallow.

- Babe, wait.

He said motioning for you to stop as he brought his good hand to his mouth, trying his best to swallow the food.

- What is it?

- I feel nauseous...

You dropped down the chopsticks and tugged his hair behind his ear to look at him. As if on cue, his stomach jumped and sent everything up without much warning and he couldn't cover his mouth in time.

You instinctively placed your hand under his mouth as he lurched forward, chunky vomit spilling out of his mouth and pooling in your hands.

- Oh my god, honey.

Thankfully he had enough time to breathe before another stream came out so you had to act quickly.

- Babe, try to grab a cloth inside the glove compartment.

He grabbed it and placed it underneath your hands so you could get rid of the vomit without soiling his clothes or the car. And then you quickly grabbed the plastic bag in which you brought the food and placed it underneath his mouth and held it for him.

- There. Just let everything out.

He didn't have much choice, he burped another thick wave of chunky vomit, so strong it came out of his nose as well. He gagged again and arched his back painfully as another thick wave ripped through his body.

You couldn't do much but watch and reassure him it was okay since you were holding the bag for him.

And because he had just eaten and not drunk anything, it kept coming out in thick waves, so it was straining him a lot. He coughed and gagged harshly, face getting red from the effort.

- Oh babe. Breathe.

He lifted his head and took deep breaths like you said and blew his nose.

- Are you done?

- I don't know...

- Okay. Let me get this away from your face for a while.

You took the bag away so that he wouldn't keep looking at or smelling it.

You helped him clean his mouth and proceeded to tie his hair since you couldn't do that a few minutes ago.

- How are you feeling?

- Awful...I still feel sick...

He brought a hand to his mouth to cover a burp and tilted his head back, leaning on the seat.

You opened his window to try to help him catch some fresh air and also to get rid of the vomit stench inside the car.

- Is this better?

- Yeah...

He had his eyes closed and took deep breaths and you saw that he kept swallowing, so you rubbed his hand reassuringly.

- Honey, it's okay if you need to be sick again. Don't hold it in, it'll only make you feel worse.

He just nodded, still with his eyes closed and head tilted back. He didn't want to be sick anymore, his hand hurt as if he had just injured himself and he was dying of embarrassment for vomiting in your hand.

But what he wanted was not what his body wanted, the medication was messing up with him and his stomach was in turmoil. Its contents were sloshing around, gurgling noises coming from it.

He squeezed his eyes in an attempt to ignore the growing awful feeling in his stomach, but it was determined to get out.

He felt hot liquid coming up his chest and hitting the back of his throat, he tried swallowing and managed for a brief moment. But then a wet burp brought everything up again, making him lurch forward on his seat.

You acted fast and quickly got the bag under his mouth as another strong wave of pale vomit poured out of his mouth mixing with what was already in the bag.

- Oh honey. My poor baby.

He was in so much pain from all the straining his body was making him go through he instinctively reached for your hands but since they were occupied he held onto your hoodie, he needed to feel your presence.

- I'm sorry I can't hold your hand now, but I'm right here, honey.

His grip tightened as a cough brought up a thin stream of watery vomit. He breathed a few times before another harsh gag brought up nothing but bile. After that, he just kept spitting out thick saliva.

- Babe, I think you're done. Lift your head up.

He did as you told him while you took the bag away one more time, and helped him clean his mouth and nose. He took a few deep breaths before he deemed it safe to open his mouth to talk.

- I don't feel sick anymore but my stomach still feels weird...

- I know babe, it's completely empty now. But you got everything you needed out of your system.

- Sorry for throwing up on your hands... I'm sorry.

- Don't apologize. I don't mind that at all, you know that.

- And you ended up just wasting your money...

- Don't say that! You didn't know it would happen. We'll come back here on another occasion. Let's go home, shall we?

- Yes...please...

- Okay. Let me just dispose of this.

You got out of the car and threw away the plastic bag. Before leaving, you gave him some water, you thankfully brought, so Hyunjin could rinse his mouth.

The ride home didn't have any further incidents, the traffic wasn't jammed so you got home quickly, and Hyunjin was so tired he dozed off the entire ride.

Getting home, you parked the car and saw the state Hyunjin was in. The boy was sweaty, still pale and shaking, you had to get him on a bed as soon as possible.

- Babe, we're here. Can you stand?

- Hm? I don't know...I feel light-headed

- I'll help you, come on.

You helped him out of the car, wrapped your hand around his waist while the other held his good hand over your shoulder. You carefully guided him to the elevator but to him, it seemed like it was miles away and he felt as if he was drunk.

Each step felt like his feet were sinking, he felt wobbly, his vision kept getting blurry and wavy, it felt like he kept coming in and out of consciousness as he walked, and it felt like he would just collapse at any given time.

But thankfully you got him to your apartment safely and as soon as he was in there he just pointed at the bathroom door and you understood what he meant.

Given his weak state you didn't want to have him kneel down and then stand back up so you guided him to the sink, at least there you could support his weight instead of having to find the strength to get him up from the ground.

You held his hair as he bent forward spatting out thick saliva and leaving his mouth open, waiting for the inevitable. After a few unproductive gags, a harsh cough brought up some bile and stomach juice.

You rubbed his back up and down to provide him some comfort that you couldn't do in the car.

- Oh honey. There's nothing left for you to throw up. You'll only hurt your throat if you keep doing this.

- It just feels like it won't stop...my stomach feels heavy like I'm full...

You helped him rinse his mouth by getting some water in your hands and bringing it to his mouth and helped him brush his teeth as well.

- Do you think you can take a shower? You're sweaty and I think it'll help you relax so you could try to sleep.

- I'm not sure...can you stay with me?

- of course. Get in the bathtub, it's safer.

He took off his clothes and got into the bathtub, the water was lukewarm, the perfect temperature. After he took most of his shower, you helped him wash his hair.

You kneeled down behind him and washed his hair, massaging his scalp and shoulders in the process. You could feel him relaxing under your touch and he felt safe with you, so much so he almost fell asleep right there.

After he got out, you helped him get dressed in some cozy clothes and then blow-dried his hair, which felt fluffy afterward.

- How are you feeling now, babe?

- Exhausted...

- And the pain?

- It hurts so much it's practically numb...

- Oh my poor thing. Do you wanna drink a smoothie and take the medication afterward?

- I'm afraid of vomiting again.

- You won't. You'll take nausea medication first. It'll help.

- Okay.

You gave him some dramin and went to the kitchen to make him a light smoothie.

Thankfully his stomach accepted, the dramin worked, and he managed to drink everything and take those godforsaken strong painkillers.

He cuddled with you, laying on your chest, a comfy blanket covering both of you. Within minutes he was fast asleep, while you kept stroking his hair.

You were glad that after so many days of constant pain and no rest from activities or because of the injury, he was finally able to sleep peacefully.

But that didn't mean you didn't want to scold him for taking part in dance practice today.

[nanoland]

mazikeen/eve/michael fic in progress

title: Ponder on the Narrow House

fandom: Lucifer

characters: Mazikeen, Eve, Michael 

blurb: In which Mazikeen isn't finished with Michael yet. 

warnings: Spoilers for Season 5. 

0  

In 2019, Fodor’s had crowned LAX the worst airport on Planet Earth, comparing it – much to Mazikeen’s amusement – to Dante Alighieri’s Hell.

She couldn’t comment on the comparison’s accuracy; she’d never read Divina Comedia. Human poetry bored her.

Up against the real thing, however? Hell was quieter, cleaner, and smelt better than Los Angeles International, and it wasn’t even close.

Granted, Mazikeen was biased. Hell was her home and she liked it quite a lot. But surely even a human – even an angel – would sooner take a stint in one of Lucifer’s loops than spend more than thirty minutes in Terminal 3.

Yet there he was, leaning against the wall, watching the bustling crowd with a faint smile on his face, like a man in the park resting his eyes on the ducks. Perfectly content.

“Do you know,” he said as she approached him, “that around forty percent of all humans are scared of flying?”

She hadn’t been sure how this encounter would go and, being innately practical, had dressed accordingly. Black satin skirt, flattering and loose enough to both conceal several demon daggers (invisible to the full-body scanner she’d just sauntered through) and not impede her reaction time in a fight. Red silk wrap blouse, easily unwrapped to serve as a garrotte or tourniquet. Hair down, curled, dyed pitch black with bronze-gold streaks – possibly a tactical disadvantage if he grabbed it, but possibly a distraction. She knew he liked her hair.

When she was satisfied he wasn’t about to lunge for her throat, she took a gamble and moved in to lean against the wall alongside him, following his gaze. “Not surprising. Think of it from their perspective. They don’t have wings. Actually – huh. I guess that’s a perspective you can sympathise with now.”

He sneered. “You’re trying to bait me, Miss Mazikeen. That’s cute. But I’m not in the mood, dollface. This? This is me time. I’ve had a shitty few days and I came here specifically to soak up these idiot mortals’ fear and chill out. Get lost. Go play with my twin if you’re so starved for entertainment.”

Mazikeen stretched. “That’s the problem. He’s hanging out with the rest of your lousy family. Gabriel. Raziel. Jophiel. Now that he’s in charge, they’re all trying to crawl up his ass. It’s pathetic. And annoying.”

His jaw clenched and she knew exactly what he was thinking: ‘That should have been me.’

“Also,” she added, after a pause, “they don’t like me. Most of them have never met a demon. There’s no outright hostility but… they talk to me like I’m some gross exotic pet Lucifer found and adopted.”

“They’re afraid of you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nope. I’m wrong about some things. Never about fear. They can tell how much you matter to him, how much he’d do for you and vis versa, and it scares them shitless. Chloe Decker they can understand – she was Dad’s gift, after all. You, though? Lucy was never supposed to love you. No one was.”

She fiddled with her earring; big, gold, shaped like a swallow with rubies dotting its tail feathers. A gift from Eve. “Whatever. Anyway, that’s why I’m here. With you. Instead of them. You’re the worst, most obnoxious, most cowardly creep ever. I mean it. Christ, do you suck. But you always talked to me like I was a person. Right from the beginning.”

Ugliness flared behind his eyes. “Seriously? Now you’re being nice? Lucifer sent his general to console me? Ha! That’s how pitiful he thinks I am?”

“Pfft – no. Lucifer doesn’t give a crap about you. I’m here because I wanna offer you a job, moron.”

“A… job.”

“Yep. Ever heard of ‘bounty-hunting’?”

He nodded. Slowly. Smirking, she pushed off the wall and twirled on her six-inch heels to face him.

“Here’s the thing, o Angel of Dread; I’ve spent centuries in Hell learning how to terrify people. I look at you and you know what I see? Potential. Sure, you’re rough around the edges. Still got some celestial baby fat clinging to you. Still a little squeamish when it comes to certain tricks of the trade. But Mikey, honey, six months under my tutelage and I think we can turn you into a bona fide fucking nightmare.”

She let the skin on her face’s left side melt away and grinned at him. “So? How about it?”

“Eh,” he said after taking one last glance around the terminal. “Fuck it. Why not? Nothing better to do.” 

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“Los Angeles is kinda like me,” Mazikeen told him, taking off her red-lensed cat-eye sunglasses as she strutted down the pier.

“Doesn’t have a soul?”

A withering glare. “Tough. Pretty on the outside, mean on the inside. It’s easy to make enemies around here and when you’ve made ‘em, you need to stay on your toes. Stay nimble. Stay mobile. Ready to fight or flee at any moment.”

Michael nodded. “And that’s how you justify living on a tugboat.”

“Ahoy!” called Eve, standing on the deck in a polka dot bikini and pirate hat Mazikeen had presumably stolen for her off the set of some summer blockbuster or other being shot nearby, the salty breeze playing with her hair.

“It’s a yacht,” Mazikeen growled.

“No. That’s a yacht,” Michael replied, pointing to the gleaming white MCY 70 Skylounge docked nearby. “What you have is a glorified raft that can, at best, accommodate two people and maybe a toaster.”

He should, perhaps, be trying harder to ingratiate himself with his new boss.

But he was tired.

Getting in his face, she snapped, “Hey! That’s our headquarters, asshole. Show some respect.”

“It’s covered in seagull crap. It looks older than me. There’s a very obvious bloodstain on the helm. Jesus, doesn’t Lucifer pay you?”

She pushed him into the sea.

Offering him a hand when he bobbed to the surface, Eve said, “Don’t take it personally. She’s just mad because we weren’t able to steal a bigger one.” 

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It was while Michael was towelling himself dry down below decks that the chunky-faced cop wandered in, took one look at him, and strode across the room.

“Mister Espinoza,” he drawled, “what can I-… oh. Oh, wow, you really thought that was going to work, huh?”

Curled up on the floor, clutching the fist he’d very mistakenly slammed into Michael’s jaw, Dan hissed, “Fuck you. You killed me.”

“Poppycock. I had you killed. That’s entirely different, buddy.”

Dan staggered to his feet and shouted, “Maze! Eve! What the hell is he doing here?”

Taking off his wet jacket and draping it over the rack alongside the towel, Michael said, “I was invited, thank you very much. No one told me you were part of the arrangement.”

“What arrangement, asshole?” Dan snapped, turning red. “I’m just here to help Maze fix her boat’s engine.”

“Oh. You don’t work with her, then? No, I suppose you wouldn’t. As we’ve established, you’re entirely too killable.”

“You sleazy son-of-a… Maze! Get down here!”

Grumbling, Michael’s new boss stalked below deck carrying a crate of beer on her left shoulder and a sleeping bag under her right arm. “Goddammit – Dan, I told you to wait. Is your hand bleeding, you big meathead? We seriously just dragged your ass out of Hell and you couldn’t go two whole days before breaking yourself again? Ugh. You’re impossible. You’re worse than Decker.”

“Maze, d’you wanna explain what the actual fuck Lucifer’s psycho twin is doing here?”

“Interning,” Michael said, cheerfully.

His face now practically purple, Dan half-yelled, “What is he talking about? This is not okay, Maze! Does Chloe know? Does Amenadiel? Why is he even still on Earth? Lucifer’s God now; can’t he stick him on Mars or turn him into a bug or something?”

“Look, Dan, just calm down-…” she began.

“I died! I actually, literally, physically died! Because of him! No, I’m not going to calm down!”

Michael scoffed. “Please. Like that’s what you’re really upset about. You’re not angry about dying. You’re not angry at all. You’re scared, buttercup. And not just of me; of her, of Lucifer, of everything, and to be honest, I didn’t even need to use the ol’ angel juice to work that out.”

Mazikeen set down her cargo, pulled a knife from her belt, and flung it. It embedded itself five inches deep in the floor between them. “This? This is not Lux, dickheads. Mortals and celestials don’t hang out here to have a good time while I sit behind the bar and tolerate them. This crummy, crusty-ass, piece of crap boat is my domain. Here, I don’t have to put up with one femtometre of your bullshit. If you want to fight, do it somewhere else. If you want to fuck, do it quick and clean up afterwards. If you want to make yourselves useful, help me get the weapons on board.”

“Wait – wait, weapons? What weapons?” said Dan to her retreating back. “You said you were going fishing. Maze! What weapons?” 

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“Where’s all your stuff?” Eve asked when she showed him to his tiny cabin.

“I’m an archangel. I don’t have ‘stuff’.”

(Michael had already decided he didn’t like her. She was bubbly.)

“Heh. You should travel with Lucy sometime. We went to Vancouver for a weekend and he brought seven bags, five watches, and six pairs of shoes. Okay, do you – uh, do you at least have a change of clothes? Because those look kinda soggy.”

To his annoyance – and embarrassment – she spend twenty minutes hunting down a shirt and pants that would fit him.

“They’re mine,” she said, dropping them into his lap. “But I bought them to sleep in and I like loose pyjamas, so they’re a dozen sizes too big on me. Oh! Also found you this.”

She presented a hot water bottle in the shape of a fat, cuddly sheep.

He accepted it carefully, wondering if it was booby-trapped. “You’re Lucifer’s ex, right?”

“Er… yep? Amongst other things. The Original Sinner. First Woman, First Wife, First Mother. Mother of Mankind. Second Human. First Knowledgeable Human. But sure, I was also your brother’s girlfriend for a while.”

“And now you’re Mazikeen’s. Do you also work with her?”

“Sure do!” she said, interpreting the question as an invitation to sit down next to him. “I’m The Choronzon’s captain. That’s our boat’s name. My idea. I know she’s not much to look at but she’s got so much history. There’ve been fourteen homicides on her! Plus, she’s fast; way, way faster than she looks. And I know the beds are hard, but we’ve got three hammocks stashed away and getting them set up is easy as pie.”

“Wow. Those suckers up in the Silver City don’t know what they’re missing.”

She nodded, blinking slowly. “Hmm. Maze was right. You are mean. That’s cool. I get on well with mean people. Anyway, just in case she hasn’t told you; we’ve got a job lined up and we’ll be setting sail tomorrow at dawn. You get seasick? Not a problem; we’ve got a medical kit full of antiemetics. On that note, should we pick up something for you before we leave shore?”

“No.”

“You sure? Just that – uh – I mean, my third son, Seth, the one nobody talks about – he also had pretty severe scoliosis. Wasn’t a whole lot we could do about it back then. But these days they’ve got tons of stuff; opiods and anti-inflammatories and memory foam. Science is so, so cool. And I’m going shopping for sunscreen anyway, so dropping by the pharmacy wouldn’t be a problem.”

For a moment, he reviewed a list of responses that would deeply, profoundly hurt her, responses that would ensure she didn’t approach him again.

But he was tired, tired, tired.

“Here.”

He took a folded piece of A4 paper from his pocket and handed it to her. “These are what the last human doctor I went to recommended. Getting hold of those three I’ve circled is tricky, but I know a guy. Call him on that number down there and he’ll meet you wherever. If he gives you any trouble, remind him that Michael knows about the vacuum cleaner. That’ll shut him up.”

As soon as she’d bounced out of the room, he shut the door, locked it, and laid down to sleep. 

0

It was night when he awoke.  

He went upstairs to find Mazikeen and Eve sitting on the deck, admiring what stars could be seen through Los Angeles’ perpetual light pollution and sharing a pizza.

“Mickey! Get over here,” called Mazikeen, clad in a black dressing down and slippers shaped like plump pink pigs.

“It’s freezing,” he complained.

She snickered and threw him the prickly blanket that had been resting over her knees. “Wimp. Eve told you about the job, yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know how to use any weapons?” Eve asked. “Maze sticks with her knives most of the time. I prefer my traps and crossbow. But we’ve got guns, if that’s more your speed.”

They were clearly expecting him to sit down. Eve had even scooted to the left to make room.

He opened the blanket up and wrapped it around his shoulders, remaining standing. “Can I ask a question? What, precisely, is my role here?”

“For now, you’re a meat shield,” said Mazikeen, talking through a mouthful of pepperoni and violently yellow cheese. “Me and Eve are both vulnerable to bullets. I mean – I’m less vulnerable, obviously. But I don’t hate any of my relatives enough to go about finding out exactly how many bullets it takes to snuff a demon. So your job, at least tomorrow, is just to soak up enemy fire until we’ve got our hands on the target.”

Scowling, he said, “Getting shot does hurt, you know.”

“Yeah,” she replied, eyes shining with spite. “Dan sure seemed to think so.”

When the tense silence had stretched for over thirty seconds, Eve clapped her hands, smiling anxiously, and said, “So! Anyone up for rummy?”

(to be continued) 

[fictionallemons]

My Supernatural Story

For years people told me I should watch Supernatural. "Oh, you like Sherlock and ship Johnlock, you would love Supernatural. Oh, you like writing fanfic, you should watch Supernatural." But I never did. I chalk it up to it starting the year I cut the cord on cable TV. By the time Supernatural started streaming it had been on so long I thought there was no way I could catch up.

Flash forward to 2019. I'm looking for something to watch when doing dishes and stuff because there's only so many time you can rewatch Murder, She Wrote (it's a lot, but there's still a limit). Another mom at the bus stop mentions Supernatural when I ask for show recommendations. "It's starting its last season. The first five seasons are the best, but it's still pretty good."

I look up how many seasons it's been by now and my jaw drops. Fifteen seasons? Jesus Christ. But the fact that it's officially ending give me motivation. Something about knowing exactly how many episodes I'm in for if I end up liking it makes me feel better about the whole thing. I'm also looking for a new fandom and I know there's an entire world of SPN fanfiction out there so if I end up liking the show, then I have a ton of fic open to me. I've been on Tumblr for a couple of years at this point, mostly for Sherlock, so I'm aware of this ship called Destiel, and I know it's pretty huge, so who knows, maybe I'll get into it.

I watch the first episode one sunny September afternoon before the kids get home from school. It's a little scary, a lot dark—I mean, the cinematography is like super dark, and I spend most of the episode wondering how I've gone this far in my life without knowing how fucking adorable Jensen Ackles's stupid face is. I came for the entry to the fanfiction, I stayed for Dean, not going to lie. Don't get me wrong, I like Sam, too, but even though in real life Jared Padalecki and I are the same age, when I start watching he's 22 and I'm 37, and I see him as a kid. Then I'm like—where's this Castiel character I've heard so much about? Quick Google later…he doesn't show up until the FOURTH SEASON? Are you serious? I have to watch three whole seasons before meeting the character I'm supposed to be shipping with my idiotic, adorable Dean?

Turns out I didn't mind waiting because I last all of three episodes before I break down and search the Dean/Sam tag on AO3. I learn the term Wincest. I cringe. Then I Google "starter Wincest recs." I'm in denial about this ship. I find Invisible Boy and other Weecest fics and think, gross. There's no way I can read about underage brothers. Blech. I start with Nyxocity. I don't want to read too far ahead of where I am in the show, so I start slow. But it's inexorable. Inevitable. The more I read, the more it all makes so much sense. What brother is going to literally sell his soul and damn himself to Hell to save his baby brother? Said brother is definitely in love with baby brother. Becoming Wincest trash is easy. And, shocker, my tolerance grows to a point where even Weecest doesn't bother me, as long as it's good. By the time the fabled Castiel shows up on the scene, I'm so deeply involved in Sam and Dean's love story that I kind of find Cas annoying. Handsome and charismatic, but annoying. Not to mention constantly fucking up.

And remember when I said I stayed with the show for Dean? True, I still spend a good portion of every show marveling over the way the camera adores Jensen's face, but Sam, strong, smart Sam grew on me so hard. (Soulless Sam rivals Dean on the hot scale any day imo.) He's another flavor of adorable.

So I make it to the end of Season Five. Swan Song, aka a Wincest love letter. I sob my way through it and think. Okay. I could stop now. I'd be okay to stop. But there were so many legendary episodes I had heard of and couldn't bring myself to watch out of order, like Baby and the Scooby Doo crossover. Not to mention my poor Sam is in hell…or is he?…and Dean and Lisa make me want to throw up in my mouth. And the fanfiction obsession's getting worse. At this point, I'm deeply into J2 fics as well (all the fun of Wincest without the pesky incest part), and reading the occasional Destiel fic even though it doesn't really do anything for me, but there are so many interesting characters that my favorite writers reference and I have no idea who they are: Charlie? Benny?  Rowena? Jack? I don't know who these people are, but I know I won't be complete until I find out. So I keep watching. And reading. And, yes, eventually writing my own Wincest and J2 fics, too.

By the time the show shuts down in March, I've watched probably half the episodes. By the time it comes back in October, I've caught up. I've watched every episode there is. Seven left. Seven episodes I'll have to actually wait a whole week in between to watch, like the old days.

I sob when Cas dies in Despair. The guy grew on me, even though I never could ship him and Dean canonically. The fact that the writers made canon that he was in love with Dean really changes the entire way I view the show now. Not in a bad way, just…the show really isn't about romance. It's about Sam and Dean and saving the world. So while I'm sad to lose Cas, I'm happy they're ending the show the way it started, with Dean and Sam and the Impala. I love how they dealt with Chuck and I cry when Jack fades away. I sob again when they pull a motherfucking montage on us at the end of 15x19. But I'm happy it's just the two of them again. (I am kind of disappointed that the series started with Sam as the emotional core, and then shifted to Dean, and never quite figured out how to shift back. Yes, Sam's awesome, and he's had some moments to shine, and he's saved Dean as many times as Dean's saved him. But has his arc really been as epic as Dean's turned out to be?)

And yet I'll be okay if they drive off into the sunset together, literally. Even if they die, if they die together and end up in their shared heaven, I'll be okay. I need my boys to be together, forever and always. I need them to have each other. I need them to have peace. I need them to choose each other, over and over again, always and forever. It sucks for everyone they've met and loved that all those people are basically collateral damage in the Sam and Dean Save the World Show, but oh well. That's the show. That's why I watched 327 episodes in 14 months. That's why I've worried about these boys since episode one. That's why I'm grateful I finally started watching. In Cas's words, the show changed me. Yes, I joined the fandom about fourteen years too late.

Better late than never.

My Wincest fics on AO3 My J2 fics on AO3 My bookmarks on AO3 in case you want recs

[snarkwrites]

fake fic title - Glass Houses

Bless you for this title, anonymous. I wanted to say that before I say anything else. Now that I have, I just want to say that my brain wanted to go two totally different directions with this ( and I’m lowkey afraid you’re not in either fandom, but I hope you enjoy it in the same ) so that’s exactly what I did. It’s one title done two totally different ways?

Heads up, the stranger things one is kind of an au of my own au, oops rip me.

Both are kinda angsty. Kinda. There’s also banter.

Tag Squad : ( for the SOA version ) @rampagewriting | @chasingeverybreakingwave | @kyleoreillysknee | @sassymox 

( for the stranger things version ) @rampagewriting | 

[ tag list doc - add yourself or I won’t tag ] | [ masterlist ] | [ keep ‘em comin - these are hella fun ] 

                                  { STEVE HARRINGTON x CHARLOTTE (oc) }

Nancy caught up to me just as I got out of Jackson’s car and started to walk towards the double doors of Hawkins High. She glanced from me to the retreating black Impala and bit her lip as if she wanted to say something. Before she could, Barb caught up to both of us.

“Did your dad get a new car?” Barb asked, letting out a low and appreciative whistle at the car driving away before meeting my gaze.

“Nope.”

“Who was that? He looked like he was at least 21.” Nancy’s question was blunt and filled with concern when she asked it. I shrugged and bit my lip, waiting a second or two before answering.

“That was this guy I met over the summer. His name’s Jackson. He was one of the other counselors at that camp I worked at. Speaking of guys, where’s your new one?” I asked the question mostly to get her off my back, the last thing I wanted this early in the morning was one of her lectures.

It wasn’t like she had any room at all to talk, her letters over the summer had been filled with instances of her sneaking out, sneaking around with some guy. She’d been vague about a name, but honestly, I half expected it to be Jonathan Byers. This sweetheart of a guy in our grade that we’ve known since we were babies… And maybe I’ve always thought Nancy made goo goo eyes at constantly, even if she’d die before admitting it.

Before she ever even got to answer me, Steve Harrington appeared out of nowhere and I swallowed hard, giving him my best blank look for a few seconds. “Are you lost, Harrington? The jackasses and their cackling hens are all that way.” I nodded towards where he’d parked his new BMW, where Tommy H currently stood, exhaling smoke through his nostrils and laughing about it. I rolled my eyes before tearing them away.

“Ouch. I totally forgot how grouchy you are first thing in the morning, Charlie.” Steve mumbled, lazily pulling Nancy closer.

I tried, but before I could stop myself, I was flinching a little. Luckily, no one seemed to notice it because Nancy and Steve were all over one another and that only had me tensing just a little more. Yep. this is going to be one hell of a long year.

“It’s Charlotte. I like Charlotte now.” I licked my lips and finally retorted at Steve as I  shifted my backpack from one side of my shoulder to the other, tapping my foot impatiently against the concrete of the sidewalk.

Nancy looked from me to Steve and when he pulled her closer, I couldn’t help the split second flinch that came. I bit my lip and spoke up. “This is the dreamy guy, Nancy?” I gave a light snort of laughter and blatantly ignored the pout Steve sent my way as he stared at me over the rim of his dark tinted sunglasses. 

What, did she lose her entire goddamn mind this summer? Steve? I’d gotten my hopes up to coming back to find out that she and Jonathan were finally a thing because I just have a feeling about those two.. And I wasn’t the only one, either. One look at Barb quickly told me how she felt about this whole thing and I gave a covert nod, sure we’d both be trying to puzzle it out later between the two of us. I couldn’t wait to hear what Barb had to say about it, actually, because I wasn’t the only one Steve ditched as a friend back then.

“Mhm!” Nancy gave a soft and happy laugh and I had to really bite my tongue. 

,, hello, has she totally forgotten the sleepover in 8th  where I cried because Steve told me he couldn’t be my best friend anymore because it was ‘weird’? She was all about calling him a jerk then.”  I had to literally fight to keep from saying it.

Rather than say any of what I was thinking, what Barb was probably also thinking, I gave a soft laugh and eyed Steve, shrugging. “Have fun with that, I suppose.” was the best I could come up with. Nancy eyed me and bit her lip nervously and Barb tensed, her hand going to her mouth. I literally couldn’t take another second of Nancy and Steve all over one another, so I turned to Barb and asked mildly, “Hey, do you wanna walk down to the girls room with me? So I can show you that thing my aunt got for me?”

“Wh-” she almost asked what thing but I carefully nudged her side and she nodded, the two of us hurrying away. The second the door to the girls room shut behind us, I was pacing and ranting about the whole thing and when I lightly punched the paper towel dispenser on the wall next to the row of sinks, I cradled one hand in the other and swore quietly.

“Feel better now? Did you get it all out? Look… All I’m saying here is that I got over the way Steve  ditched all of us a while ago… Maybe there’s another reason you haven’t?”

“Don’t you dare shrink me, Barbara Holland.” I pouted, going quiet before finally admitting to it quietly. “For as long as I can remember, it’s always been me and Steve. We were so close. So close and I just…”

“You kinda fell for him.” Barbara finished and I sighed, putting my back to the bathroom stall and dramatically rolling my eyes upward. I didn’t even have to nod to acknowledge that yes, she was 100 percent right. Somewhere between kindergarten and 8th grade, even though I know it’s stupid and I realize that nobody knows who they love until they’re much older, more mature.. A small sliver of my heart was Steve Harrington. Then he took it and he broke that sliver that belonged to him and since then, I’ve just kind of… Silently been bitter.

The bathroom door burst open and Nancy stepped inside, laughing and lit up, practically glowing. I shared a look with Barb and prepared myself to put on a tolerant face. A happy face, even. Barb gave me a nod and Nancy spoke up.

“What’d your aunt get you?”

“Oh, uh…” my brain crapped out for a minute, and she raised a brow, looking from me to Barbara.

“She thought she bought it but she left it home.” Barb stepped in with the quick save and I mouthed a thank you to her when Nancy was too busy reapplying her lip gloss to notice. “So, what do you think? I mean, I’m still shocked that he likes me.”

,, you’re honestly not the only one.” the thought came accompanied by an almost crippling wave of guilt, especially in light of what Barb and I just discussed. I was getting the distinct impression that this year was not going to be an easy one at all. 

The tardy bell had the three of us dashing down the hall for class and I slid into my seat with such force that I bounced lightly off of Jonathan Byers side. He glanced up and over at me for a few seconds. 

“Are you okay?” he gave a smirk as our eyes met and he asked the question.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” I said it quickly. Way too quickly. He chuckled quietly and nodded to the textbook I’d just dug out of my backpack. “This is History. Not Biology.”

I locked eyes with him, cheeks burning hot all over. And this literally had me blinking in shock because everything I’d just thought about Nancy being with Steve -and exactly how flustered he’d gotten me in the hallway just popping up like he had, it all came rushing back and I really had to work at shoving it down.

Because I wasn’t like her. I was not going to break girl code. I knew that she’d always kind of secretly liked Jonathan and that most likely, Steve Harrington was just a phase. I also knew that I was totally overreacting and yet...

,, Says the girl whose still being so silly enough to even remotely think she actually loved Steve at one point in time. Or that it matters at all in the grand scheme of life and stupidly refuses to just let go like she needs to.”  

“Thanks.” I muttered, digging around a little more in my backpack. When I produced the pack of cinnamon flavored gum, I caught Jonathan gazing at the pack in my hands almost longingly, so with a shrug, I did my best covert lean-in, holding the pack out to him, giving a playful pout when he didn’t reach and grab immediately.

“Oh come on, Jon. Live a little, doll. The teacher’s old, nearly blind and mostly deaf. He’s never gonna know you’re chewing gum.” I giggled softly. Jonathan chuckled at what I said and he took a stick from the pack. 

I went back to paying attention to the textbook and about halfway during the class, a folded square of paper landed neatly on the corner of my desk. I glanced up and around, and after confirming that the teacher obviously hadn’t seen it happen, I slipped my hand out, gripping the folded square and slid it back towards me, my bracelets jingling and making me pause a second.

The note was from Steve.

I’m sorry. I miss being your friend, okay? I really miss it. I hope this doesn’t get weird...

There were several different ways I could’ve gone. If I bothered responding. But frankly, the fact that he’d ditch me and Barb like we hadn’t been best friends our entire lives… just because he wanted to be popular and we weren’t good enough at the time… I didn’t bother answering. Letting him sweat it out was way easier. 

                                   JUICE ORTIZ x HAZEL TELLER (oc)

“ What’s she doin here, huh?” Juice asked the question to my brother Jax as loudly as possible and I tensed at the chill in his voice, biting my lip. I didn’t turn around immediately because if I did, I knew he’d take one look at me and know he’d hurt me a little. But he was getting good at that lately. So dismissive.

“She’s gonna work the bar for us until she finds a job, man.” Jax exhaled a drag from the cigarette pressed between his lips and finished off the glass of bourbon I’d poured him before the others came in. “Is there gonna be a problem, Ortiz?”

“Just wonderin.” Juice grumbled quietly.

I was finally pulled together enough at this point that I could turn around and face him. With the sweetest smile I could muster, I poured him a glass of his favorite beer and silently shoved it right at him. When a little of it sloshed up over the rim and splattered on the front of his white tee shirt, I shrugged and bit my lip before turning away again.

Naturally, it was Tig who spoke up, clearing his throat. “You two gonna act like this all the time? If the tension gets any thicker in here, I’m gonna bust a nut.” 

“Jesus Christ, Trager.” Jax coughed, glaring at the other man. “That is my sister, man. I don’t wanna think about that shit.” 

I turned and gave Tig a teasing smirk. “What tension?”

Oh, I know perfectly well what he’s talking about. Nobody’s forgotten the fact that way back… before this MC bullshit crept into his life… Juice and I dated. Then when he pledged, we broke up because at the time, I didn’t want the danger and the pain this life has been known to cause.

Not to mention dear old stepdad. It was pretty much either break things off or risk Clay trying to kick his goddamn head in. Or so I thought at the time. Apparently, I found myself thinking bitterly as I wiped down the bar top, I was wrong because here Juice is, a full member of the Sons. 

Obviously, the fact that I’m here and working at the MC would show that my stance on that is changed. And you wouldn’t be wrong, it has. It took me leaving to realize that I threw away a really good thing. A near fucking perfect thing. Just because I was afraid of both letting down my guard and allowing myself to really love Juice Ortiz like he deserved and the thought of losing him due to something happening. 

So, I came back. And naturally, now he hates me.

[carryonsimoncarryonbaz]

Birthday gift fic for @penpanoply! Hoping you have a lovely day tomorrow! It’s a giggling while kissing fic but more the nervous laughter kind! Read on Ao3.  Just Another Kiss Simon I’m glad Baz insisted we visit Penny over the holiday break. I’d been missing her this term but I didn’t want to suggest making the trip. I know Baz treasures time with his family, especially with the little ‘uns. He’ll never admit it, of course, but I’ve seen how he is with them and how they adore him. And I’d wanted him to have a chance to get some rest over the holiday. He’s been stressed about uni. I don’t know why he’s so bloody driven to finish early. I do know why. He’s Baz Pitch and he likes doing those sorts of impossibly challenging things. So, it came as a complete surprise on Boxing Day, when Baz took me for a drive, that we ended up at the airport. He’d packed my bags in secret, the wanker. Worked it all out with Penny, he had. We’ve been in Chicago for a week now. It’s fucking cold. I don’t think Baz thought that part through very well. The timing of this visit. The snow is pretty and the frozen lake is impressive but the wind is a fucking nightmare. Even I’m cold. I don’t know how Baz is managing. Well, he turns the heat all the way up in our hotel room, piles on enough extra blankets that we practically can’t turn over in the bed, and plasters himself to me every night. It would be almost comical if it weren’t so bloody arctic here. Baz actually broke down after the first day and bought a real winter coat at one of those outdoorsy type stores. I’ve been trying to get him to buy one forever but he’s always just sneered and growled that he wouldn’t ever wear a puffy coat. He’s wearing a puffy coat now. It’s black, of course, and expensive and posh and all that rot. He looks just as good in it as he does in his leather jacket, which is downright infuriating, if you ask me. Not that anyone is asking me. He looks so damn enticing in it, with his stylish black beanie. Baz was the only one of us who ever looked good in the bloody boater hats we had to wear at Watford, so the sight of him in a beanie as almost more than I can tolerate. I want to snog him senseless. Which I can’t quite do in below zero weather on a random street in Chicago, now can I? I mean, I suppose I could, but Baz and I don’t really do public displays of affection. Not that we’re not affectionate. I’ve discovered Baz is a keen cuddler and has no reservations about being the small spoon when we snuggle in bed (the wings make me the default big spoon) (I don’t care) (I like the sensation of having him in my arms). Penny would disagree, I’m certain. She says we’re far too affectionate in the public spaces of our flat but I don’t consider the flat public. It’s home. But we don’t do much more than hold hands in public or a quick peck on the cheek when I walk him to class or he meets me for lunch. It’s probably a good thing. It’s hard to stop snogging Baz once I’ve started. He’s got a similar problem. He starts kissing my moles and there’s no end to it. I like that. We’ve got two more days before we go home. We’ve been to every museum, I think. Baz is daft for museums. I think he would have found more to visit, if we’d had the time. He’s just like Penny. Micah and I finally gave up and found an unoccupied bench at every place we went and let the two of them wander. And bicker. We’ve had Chicago pizza and ribs. We’ve gone to the top of that bloody tower with the glassed-in ledge. Made me queasy it did and I’m the one with the bloody wings. We’re at an ice hockey game tonight. Micah’s idea. I know there are a few teams back home but I’ve never seen a match. Or a game. Or whatever they call it. I’m in awe of these players. I’m shit at skating. Baz took me once before Christmas. To the Tower of London ice rink, because he’s such a melodramatic git. I loved it. Even though I kept falling down. It was stunning with the Tower as a backdrop. And Baz’s hands on my hips to keep me steady. I’m not sure if I kept losing my balance because I’m shit on skates or because I kept getting distracted by Baz’s proximity. Probably both. Baz was quite keen to come to this game tonight. He’d probably be good at this too, the tosser. I don’t think there’s anything he’s not good at. I don’t know how they do it. Move so fast, stay so balanced and chase that tiny puck around the rink. It’s graceful and ruthless and fast … Fuck, Baz would be bloody well-suited for it. Except he’d object to the helmets mucking up his posh hair. I notice the cameras during the first period break. There are event staff with bloody huge cameras wandering through the stands. They stop every so often and train the lens on the crowd. “What’s up with the cameras, Micah?” He turns to look in the direction I’m pointing. “Oh, you know. Shooting live footage of fans during the commercial breaks and between periods. We might see ourselves on the jumbotron tonight.” I’ve never actually been to a live professional sporting event before. Not much of a chance when I was in the homes. The cameras seem to focus mainly on attractive girls drinking beer, cute little kids, or older couples who are oblivious to the fact they are being filmed and projected onto the big screen. It isn’t until the second period that the kiss-cam makes an appearance. “Alright, Pen, maybe this’ll be our chance to do a movie make-out scene on that big screen.” Micah laughs as he points at the huge video feed above us. It’s an older couple, laughing and exchanging a kiss. I feel a rush of apprehension tingle through my skin. There’s no chance they’d aim the camera at us, is there? Not two blokes. But what if they do? I can’t imagine Baz would be fine with it. He’s so prickly about his privacy. Would I have to kiss him on camera? Would he kiss me? Would it be better to laugh it off? I’m making myself anxious just thinking about it. My heart’s beating faster. I don’t like attention on me like that. Never have. Hated it at Watford. 
This would be worse. The camera picks out a young couple. They laugh too and enthusiastically kiss each other. I swear I see the bloke’s tongue. I rub my hands on my jeans. My palms are sweating. Baz gives me a look, eyebrow up. “You alright, Simon?” I’m not going to talk about this with Baz. It’s stupid. There’s no chance of it happening and I’m getting myself all worked up for nothing. He takes my hand. His touch calms me a bit and I lean into him. And that’s when it happens. “Simon!” Penny’s high-pitched yelp from Micah’s side jolts me. She points to the screen. “Look!” Fuck. The camera is centered on me and Baz. Fuck. I can literally see myself blush on the giant screen. My moles are the size of dinner plates. I look like a complete nightmare. Baz, as usual, looks fucking perfect. Not a hair out of place. One eyebrow up and a hint of a smirk on his face. The crowd’s cheering. I’m the worst under pressure like this. I can’t help it. I can feel the nervous laughter bubbling up and then I’m giggling uncontrollably. I can’t keep a straight face and I know I’m squeezing Baz’s hand far too hard. “Simon.” Baz’s voice seems to be coming from a distance, even though he’s right next to me. 
I turn to look at him and find the calm in his deep grey eyes. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.” I gape at him. “You … you’d do it?” His eyebrow arches higher. “Snog my delectable boyfriend in front of a few thousand people? Why the hell not?” And then he’s doing it. He’s snogging me senseless and it’s all up on a big screen for the world to see. I hear a roaring in my ears and I’m not sure if it’s the blood rushing to my face or the crowd around us. Baz pulls back, smiling. He’s a bit flushed and I’m completely gobsmacked. I don’t dare look up at the screen. I struggle to find my words again. “I thought… I thought …” “Thought what?” “Thought you didn’t like public displays of affection?” Baz pulls on my hand to tug me closer to him. “I’m not a fan of them under usual circumstances. But I’m also disinclined to turn down an invitation to snog you, even if it’s in front of a thousand people.” He leans closer, his breath tickling my ear. “I’ve no objection to the world knowing you’re mine, Simon, and that I’m yours.” He leans back with an utterly self-satisfied expression but he’s still blushing. Baz I could tell Simon was getting agitated about something. When the kiss-cam lit on us I could see him start to panic. I know what he does when I get that way. It’s always been damn effective. I’m going to frame that photo Bunce took of us kissing on the big screen.

[she-toadmask]

So the post I literally just reblogged I didn’t feel like rambling in the tags and making a mess for anyone looking for something else

(Fuck I went on forever under the cut this goes everywhere fast)

Before Sword and Shield came out, during their hype season, I had this really silly fic idea where 3 girls that were kind of versions of myself and also kind of not (like one of them was going to be Asian at one point which...I have no idea why it just was what I was planning, if I did it now they would be all as white as my indoor ass) would just suddenly be in Pokemon and it kind of went between being Galar and not being Galar

The youngest was kind of mostly an Ash expy, just really quick to do things and really energetic and excited; the oldest was just this very serious girl who was very strategic and stern and did not agree with the middle; the middle was just kind of...not exactly my depression but just way less into all of this and was kind of just following because she didn’t have anything else to do.

I thought of it again recently and thought about how their battle styles would be different if they were doing the gym circuit, though how the middle got in and what her starter would be (kind of thinking she would end up with a Blipbug somehow and I had another Pokemon in mind but I don’t remember what it was) because the young one would get Grookey because energy and loud, Hop would have Scorbunny because fire type like Leon, and the oldest would have Sobble and I eventually decided the other day when I was thinking about the idea again that it was because she had done copious amounts of research and decided that Inteleon had a battle style close to what she wanted to do. The young one would just go head-on into battles like Ash does because young and dumb, she would just be super enthusiastic and a little performative, and she would get team members just the way most people do, just encountering a Pokemon (or sometimes getting a fun interaction with energy n shit) and now they’re part of the team. The oldest would be super strategic and, instead of just ramming into the problem with the most force she could like the younger, would look at more detailed strategies. Less ‘spam your strongest move and then also do the anime style shit’ and more ‘strategic planning based on the species’ strengths and the opponent’s style and team’. She would look for strong Pokemon and have what she wants in mind before catching. The middle just...I haven’t really gotten her thing down yet? I know she just kind of catches Pokemon who seem to vibe with her on an emotional level (hence Blipbug, starts small and nervous and then ends up pretty dang cool, I think another was a female Kirlia who wanted to evolve into Gallade but couldn’t so she gave the Kirlia a necklace with an Everstone and helped Kirlia train to fight like a Gallade and there’s a bit of a theme with self-acceptance and growth but idk) and she more just kind of goes with the flow in battle and tries to just get the vibes n stuff. She’s the least likely to dynamax of the three, though if I were to watch the recent anime I might get a different idea. The story would be from the middle’s perspective (probably third but still focusing on her) just because she’s not as enthusiastic about all this as the others are and is just going along because it feels like that’s what she’s supposed to do. None of them really nickname their Pokemon probably, but the middle probably has unofficial nicknames like calling her Kirlia ‘kid’ a lot of the time, but that isn’t really a thing so much as I thought it would make sense.

I don’t know most of the stuff other than at the beginning the youngest rushes off to meet Leon and get her starter and the oldest is not too long after, but she doesn’t bother to wake the middle one up so the middle one doesn’t get a trio starter, hence the likely Blipbug partner. The youngest apologizes but is too excited to really talk too much, the oldest is just rude like ‘well you should have gotten up then.’ Also in the mines, the oldest and youngest split off to explore or look for Pokemon, but the middle just wants to get through and rest so she encounters Bede. There has to be an encounter later on when Kirlia should have long evolved if she was going to, and Bede is kind of mocking about it and the middle just wipes his team with Kirlia because that’s just a dick move. Also middle at some point when they hear that Bede beat Hop in a battle and just ruined his self-esteem, the youngest challenges him to a battle, the oldest probably is acting as ref, and it’s the middle one who goes to find Hop and check on him and stuff. If I were to actually write it, there would probably be some really good talk about living up to expectations and stuff and it doesn’t fix everything but it makes Hop feel less like he’s a disgrace to his brother.

There would also probably be more plot ish stuff? Like Rose actually doing bad shit? And I can tell you that the fact that the region is so linear can totally be spun as a control thing and I can pull back in that pre-release (and sometimes still in some content I’m certain) theory of Rose rigging matches so Leon would go undefeated. Otherwise we just get the gang calling him out on his bullshit with the 1000 years away, but both is good.

In the same vein of Pokemon fanfic but totally unrelated, I had some idea about a human from our world dropping into the Pokemon world and the thought about durability. Like in the anime we regularly see Team Rocket getting yeeted with the twinkle and they’re right as rain next we see them, and the number of times Ash has gotten shocked or burnt or whatever is absurd, so Pokemon world humans have to be way more durable than we are. I just had the thought that the human dropping in would realize that everyone is way more durable than they were and just try to avoid battles and stuff as much as they could because their body just can’t take the beatings that some trainers take. And like they would have to try and figure out how to dodge the fact that they’re always so distant from Pokemon when they aren’t calm and stuff. A tackle that might just take the breath out of a Pokemon world human could break one of their ribs. It was just a weird idea I had once.

Pokemon isekai again, I was thinking at one point that if I were to go into Pokemon I probably wouldn’t want to be a trainer or a professor, like I had these ideas of what I might do instead that was still really positive and involved Pokemon. The more wishful one was me being basically a crazy cat lady except with Eevee and the kids in the town would get them as starters. Aside from the Eevee themselves I would have a Flareon, an Espeon, an Umbreon, and probably a Leafeon. Flareon and Leafeon being the parents of most of the Eevee, and Espeon and Umbreon being accidental friendship evolutions before I started giving all the Eevee Everstone collars to prevent more accidents. The other was also kinda wishful but more feasible probably and was just like me being a berry farmer. (I just found my notes so I can give the Pokemon I wanted: Eevee because it’s my favorite Pokemon and it’s small and cute, a Tropius because neck fruit and also can reach berries and help harvest, a Flareon to cook berries apparently, and a Squirtle to help water and harvest.) Super wishful stuff and it still resonates, despite the fact that I’m even less active now than I was when I first thought of this stuff. I just want to have a nice peaceful life with nice Pokemon and be able to just be calm and happy. Yeah some evil team might try to destroy the world or something, but more often than not, someone comes along and helps out.

Unrelatedly my friend said the other day when we were talking that if we were to move in together in an apartment because we’re best friends and it’s cheaper to live together (also it wouldn’t be dating because even if she does turn out to be bi her girl type is buff girls and I am a twig) that she would cook and I would bake and just the idea of us living together and having stable jobs and having a cat if they were allowed and just...it sounds so nice and so many things if I think realistically like my current mental health struggles and the US being a dumpster fire and the pandemic and the US being fucking insane it just feels like it couldn’t happen and it’s just

(IT GETS REALLY BAD BELOW HERE JUST A WARNING SERIOUSLY ITS REALLY BAD)

I want to be happy but it feels like I can’t do that and I have so much shit piled up that I have to do and my medicine isn’t doing what it did at first so I guess my body got used to it like how people can get caffeine tolerance but ive had it less than a month so idk am i just fucking up that much it just fucking sucks i just wish i could stop having to worry and just live in a hole with my safe corners of the internet and my video games and a couple people online to talk to so i dont get too too lonely and just im not doing well and college is bad because my depresso is being super bad now and tonight i feel like im wasting my parents’ money because im just not doing what i need to do to exist as a student and it just feels like too much and i dont want to do any of it anymore

[sapphicscholar]

Adored your post w/head scratching as a fight ender. Could you do a short with this idea for one of your pairings/groupings? Maybe Supercorp (thought I'm not sure what they'd fight about?) Maybe Kara tells Alex it works and she tries it with Director Sanvers on one of her gfs is just like o_O wat are you doing?

Hi, dear, I posted your chapter on AO3 here!

[Refers to this post: https://sapphicscholarwrites.tumblr.com/post/165150100055/catanacomics-times-i-want-you-to-scratch-my]

A/N: Because last time T on AO3 pointed out that I should let my girlfriend’s prompts skip the line (and she admitted that this anonymous prompt was actually hers submitted while I was down in the gym)…you get this fluffy fic faster than usual bc apparently I’m whipped (and may or may not have been promised head scratches in return for a fast turnaround)

So…the promised smutty chapter is coming in just a day or two, but that one required rewatching JDT’s “Pony” dance a few times…for research, obviously for research (very professional and such)

Chapter Text

“Your feet are so cold,” Kara huffed as Alex wriggled her toes under Kara’s legs. The cold didn’t affect her, but she wouldn’t be a good little sister if she didn’t complain.

“Shh, you’re a human furnace. Just warm them up for one minute?”

“Ugh, fine,” Kara relented, stealing back the carton of ice cream from Alex in retaliation. Now that they were caught up on Homeland she could devote all of her attention to finding the brownie bites still left in the carton. “So how are the girlfriends?” she asked between mouthfuls of chewy brownie.

“Good, good. All the performance evaluations at the DEO are due next week, so Lucy’s been a little…snippy recently. But it’s fine; we know it’ll be over soon enough.”

“Oh gosh, you know what is, like, a guaranteed way to end fights with your girlfriend?”

“Wait, are you admitting that you and Lena fight?” Alex gasped. Kara always gave her such shit for how much she and Maggie and Lucy bickered. It was, for the most part, fairly good-natured, their own way of showing each other that they cared without being overly sentimental about it. But next to Kara and Lena, who seemed to play the part of the perfect, well-mannered couple…well, the contrast became a bit obvious.

“I wouldn’t call it fighting…”

“But you just did.”

“Hmm, I’m choosing to remove myself from this narrative.”

Rolling her eyes, Alex figured she might as well forge ahead: “Did you fight about kale? Did you tell her you got her a green juice and then hand her a mint chocolate chip ice cream shake again?”

“That was one time!” Kara huffed. “How was I supposed to know someone would be excited about drinking something made of kale and broccoli and cucumbers?” She shuddered at the memory of being forced to try one. Lena might have been able to get her to enjoy sweet potato fries, but the rest was a step too far.

“Yes, yes, so are you going to tell me about this miracle cure for fighting or will I only learn after three easy payments of $29.99?”

“You’re so funny,” Kara deadpanned. “But since you’re my sister…I guess I can tell you even though you’re rude.”

“You love me.”

“Despite the rudeness.”

“Definitely because of it.”

“This is why you bicker so much with your girlfriends.”

“Eh,” Alex shrugged. “We work.”

“Yes, yes, you’re all very cute together, even with the sarcastic comments and short jokes.”

“Thank you. Now tell me your magic trick.”

“Head scratches.”

“Excuse me? They’re not dogs.”

“I’m not suggesting you scratch their ears, Alex,” Kara huffed. “C’mon, remember when I was first getting used to being close to people and you would tickle my back?”

“Yeah, I’m not saying it’s not nice! I’m just saying, it’s something you do when you’re already all in a good mood together, like if you’re cuddling to watch a movie or go to bed or something.” Alex shook her head at just how far she’d come. If someone asked her a year or two ago where her life might be today, her answer would probably have involved a lot about the DEO, a few references to time spent with Kara, maybe some of Kara’s friends too. But to think that she’d have a girlfriend? That she’d have two girlfriends? That she would have learned to not simply tolerate intimacy but to crave it, even in the most banal of circumstances—a simple touch of hands while walking down the street, an arm looped around her waist while she poured her coffee, two quick kisses before they all headed out each morning for dangerous jobs—well, that would have been simply unthinkable.

“No, I get it, but trust me, it works! It was like a pause button or something. We were sitting next to each other, and she was a bit annoyed because I maybe…well, it doesn’t matter.”

“What’d you do?” Alex asked, narrowing her eyes as she tried to figure out exactly which of Kara’s guilty looks was playing about her face today. It didn’t look like the “I forgot my strength and broke something expensive look,” especially since Lena was rarely mad about things that were replaceable. It was sort of close to her “I ate the last of something delicious and feel bad because someone was mad but not bad enough to regret my choices” look, but something was…off about it.

“Um, I ripped her bra in half…for the third day in a row.”

“Ah,” Alex sighed, rolling her eyes and feeling rather lucky that the only time she’d had to repair any clothing after sex was once when Maggie had overenthusiastically ripped at a silk blouse, popping off half the buttons. “So she was mad but not that mad.”

“Oh…no, she was pretty mad. Did you know she only wears La Perla? And holy cow, Alex, have you seen how much they charge for a pair of underwear? It’s like…like, they better be made of gold or something! Or bulletproof. Or really comfortable…”

“Okay, okay, so moderately mad,” Alex conceded.

“Anyway, we were sitting next to each other on the couch, and she was venting, and I just leaned over and started running my fingers through her hair because I know she likes it. And suddenly…poof, the conversation just stopped! She sort of closed her eyes and relaxed and it was like she couldn’t even remember why she was mad.”

“And you don’t think that’s…bad for your relationship do you?”

“No, I mean, it’s not like with Mon-El, if that’s what you’re asking. Because I still remember why she was mad, and I know to be better going forward. But I didn’t have to hear the lecture, and I made her happy, so win-win!”

“Huh…I don’t know.”

“Trust me!”

—

And Alex figured it wouldn’t hurt to try Kara’s advice. After all, this was hardly a fight worth having. Lucy was just in a bad mood because several departments were late about turning in their performance reviews, so she’d been stuck at the office far too long after skipping her lunch break for a meeting, and she’d taken it out on her girlfriends, snapping at them for being distracting when she needed to work from home because there “aren’t enough hours in the day, and you two don’t have to be so loud when you make out!”

So Alex slipped in behind Lucy at her desk and apologized in a soft whisper, careful not to disturb her anymore. But while Lucy continued ranting about incompetence and no one letting her get any work done in the office or at home, Alex leaned forward and ran her fingers through Lucy’s hair, scratching lightly the way she knew Lucy liked when she curled up on the couch, her head in Alex’s lap and her hands resting on Maggie’s thighs.

“What the fuck?” Lucy asked, admittedly getting sufficiently distracted to stop muttering about how loud her girlfriends were.

“Um…is this not helping?”

“Helping what? You’re just messing up my hair.”

“Oh, I, uh, I thought it would help you relax…”

“Why would that be?”

“Ooh do mine instead!” Maggie yelled from across the apartment, bouncing slightly on their bed as she grinned at Alex. “If she doesn’t appreciate it, she shouldn’t get to enjoy your magic hands.”

“I didn’t say I don’t enjoy Alex’s hands,” Lucy huffed, “but they were a surprise.”

“Yeah, right, sorry,” Alex mumbled, quickly extracting her hands and going back over to the bedroom where Maggie had now sprawled across the bed face-down, her shirt hiked up so that Alex could tickle her back. “One sec, okay?” Alex whispered to Maggie, pulling out her phone and sending a quick text to Kara: “Your trick does NOT work!”

She was too frustrated to reply when Kara sent back: “Works like a charm whenever Lena is mad. I’m sticking by it. Maybe you did it wrong?”

—

The following Sunday, after the performance reviews had finally all been submitted and Lucy had gotten to sleep in late two days in a row, things felt like they were finally back to normal—at least close enough to normal that Alex was looking forward to having Kara and Lena over for brunch, rather than dreading how much time Lucy would lose with it.

But, of course, she should have suspected that things were going too well. And she absolutely should have recognized the mischievous glint in Lena’s eyes when she turned to look at the Danvers sisters sitting side-by-side on one side of the table. “So,” she began, a smirk playing about her lips, “I hear you two have some trick for soothing your girlfriends. Care to share with the class?”

“What’s this, Danvers?” Maggie asked, not even bothering to hide her grin.

“I don’t have any tricks,” Alex huffed. “Kara does.”

“Way to throw me under the bus!” Kara pouted.

“It’d hurt the bus more than it’d hurt you,” Alex countered.

“So what is it the great Kara Danvers does to put Lena in a good mood?” Maggie asked, looking at the blushing blonde.

“I mean, I think we all know the answer to that one…” Lucy trailed off, figuring she would stay on her best manners and not point out the obvious today.

“It’s not that! No, I just…first of all, how do you know?” Kara asked, turning to look at Lena.

“You literally texted Alex about a magic trick that you do whenever I’m angry.”

“Oh.” Kara fidgeted, playing with her glasses and trying to look innocent. “It’s nothing really…it’s just, you know, when you’re mad, sometimes it helps if I scratch your head.”

“Oh my god, is that what you were doing?” Lucy asked with a laugh, thinking back to how startled Alex had been when she called her out on it.

“Maybe…”

“Ooh, try it on me next!” Maggie called out, raising her hand up and volunteering.

“You’re not mad?” Alex checked. She’d worried a bit that it might sound deceitful. “Any of you?” She turned to look at Lena.

“No,” Lena assured her. “It’s part of being in a relationship. You figure out the little, easy ways to put your partner in a better mood, and they end up being the easiest ways to end the fights that don’t matter as much.”

“Wait…what do you do for me?” Kara asked suddenly looking curious.

Lena just laughed and shook her head. “A good magician never reveals her tricks.”

While they were cleaning up, though, Maggie sidled up to Lena at the sink. “It’s food, right?”

“Duh.”

[shadowcatgirl09]

Fic updates everywhere!

Damn that last time I did one of these was in December I think?? Wow. Okay so I finally have the motivation to do one of these again (didn’t think that was gonna ever happen.) I’ve mostly doing some writing here and there, reading (I’ve recently become obsessed with this ya trilogy called Num8ers, it’s really good), and been in a weird funk as of late. But I’m living off of the salt of my facebook timeline right now. Fair warning this will be long. So without further ado.

 First I’m getting @leianaberrie out of the way because my girl didn’t update not once but five times.

Original freaking Sin

Joshua, Grams, and Abby discussing locating and killing Kai. Please tell me they got that blood from Jo and not from Bonnie’s stomach. Poor Bonnie, that girl is in too deep right now. Poor nephew uncle Zach getting his memory wiped. Bonnie runs off to find Kai and leaves the necklace behind I’m like:

I should not be excited about this. I was right, it was a trap.

But at least they were reunited for a little while before all hell breaks loose.

I’ll Wed You In The Golden Summertime

Holy cow this story just became 10x more tolerable now that Damon’s ass is out of the picture! Shame he didn’t actually die though. So it’s all just a ploy. Okie dokie then, Bonnie’s a good actress. I know she’s pissed with her cousin, mom and the Gemini Coven and it’s supposed to be justified but my hatred of Damon just makes me look at Bonnie like:

He’s seriously not worth the trouble. Hmm but that BonKai sexual tension though.

I love how she just can’t get him out of her head (not that I blame her I mean it’s Kai.) I loved when Kai called her out on her hero complex. I never understood that myself actually, especially considering who she was mostly sacrificing for. But that’s a rant for another time. Bless you Jeremy for opening the floodgate of doubt! I mean Freya planted the seed but

I needed that. And then Nora out here giving Bonnie the truth. I loved that she would not betray Kai no matter what. All of my respect.

Bonnie’s devotion of Damon isn’t fucking natural fam. He treats her like shit repeatedly while she goes above and beyond for him. He only pulls through when it benefits him. Their relationship is so one-sided it’s downright disturbing. She needed to hear that. The fact that she couldn’t even counter back left me satisfied.

I thought Kol and Bonnie had an one-sided crush thing going on not a full ten day honey-moon like fling! Girl you could’ve had it aaallllll.

Of course we get to the end of the chapter where Damon does what Damon does best and that’s twist and manipulate facts in his favor.

And sadly Bonnie believes him because like the author’s note said the story wouldn’t be the way it is if she didn’t come to Damon biased conclusions. Le sigh.

Sweet Jesus! I’m barely finished when you update with another chapter! Omg how do you do it?

Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie, I get her anger, truly I do but Lucy has her cousin’s best interests at heart. Ugh it’s so conflicting! On one hand I want to feel bad for Bonnie because her family really wasn’t there for her when she needed them but her actions toward everyone got me like:

Her outburst at Liv was uncalled for. I’m glad Liv put her in her place. I wish they had let Lucy in on the plan. Man when she said what her favor was I was like:

I kinda had a feeling that’s what her favor was but actually hear her say it. I feel bad for Lucy.

So now Bonnie’s starting to slowly question everything. Bout damn time.

Ha she gonna make Damon explain.

“You mean he’ll tell you a more convincing lie.” 

I mean it’s what he does best. I can’t wait to see how fast Damon’s gonna throw her to the wolves when he finds out about Lucy’s favor (or what was her favor.) Please for the love of god Bonnie listen to Jeremy. That or make her go through something to see that Kol wasn’t lying. That little invisible letter trick was pretty cool. Ah so the traitors are slowly starting to show themselves.

Okay so is she gonna legit kill one of the Gemini or is she going to tell Kai that they contacted her? Now I’m anxious for the next chapter.

Long Shadows!

It was finally updated

Bonnie, Elena and Caroline just being friends hanging out like before all the bs happened

While I need more BonKai (I’ll get to that in a minute) I need more of that too. Cause the show don’t know what it’s doing with anything right now. My god Kai and Matt’s argument at the table. In fact that whole dinner was crazy fam. Rebekah attacking Kai (it was justified imo), Bonnie saving him, and of course all of the stuff the MF gang was out of the loop about had me like:

Matt was all types of disrespectful. I understand he had losses but so did his friends. Like Bonnie mentioned he still has family left. I’m gonna need Matt to just out right tell her has feelings because this is getting out of hand.

Okay I’m not gonna lie while I want to see Bonnie and Kai working together (but let’s be fair that’s not happening anytime soon) I’m actually more interested in whoever the traitor is. It’s playing out like a murder mystery and I gotta admit I’m more into that than the Heretic mess. Speaking of which props to Rebekah for wanting to help out the team, hopefully that goes well.

Alrighty first I just wanna say both Kai and Bonnie were in the wrong with the Heretic situation. Kai should’ve never brought them out no matter what he had in mind for them and Bonnie should’ve stayed out of his business. I understand where she was coming from but yeah the point still stands. Anyhoo~

At the same time I’m gonna need these two to have hot angry sex or something because the tension between these two in this story is ridiculous man. Like Kai legit has blue balls. I need an update for this one!

Safe Haven

@mysticfalls-originals Girl you hurting me here. My poor baby is suffering from nightmares again! Poor Bonnie is worried about him and he won’t admit something’s wrong making it worse by the day.

But when she got home and saw what Kai did I was like:

He bought her a thousand single stemmed roses and made her her favorite breakfast. Goals man goals.

Omg the Kai and Jeremy talk. “Your bar was raised pretty high when you knocked it down like a bad round of Jenga.”

Damn Kai. Okay I totally get why Jeremy doesn’t trust Kai really I do but the hypocrisy is real as Kai pointed out. Jeremy could’ve been the bigger man but eh he screwed himself over during that little convo. Hell that was the highlight of the chapter for me. I’m waiting on the next chapter to see how the party goes seeing as how she said the Gemini Coven is coming there.

I seriously love that crew, Cody in particular. Seriously this fic is the reason Theo Raeken is usually all over my dash.

Mundane

Oh how I wish that author of that fic had a tumblr, on that note I wish pennytree had one too.

Back to the subject at hand. They’re back to being friends like their friendship was never messed up in the first place!

No like seriously their friendship gives me life in this fic. Oh god Bonnie still has feelings but doesn’t know if they’re reciprocated.

Bonnie honey no, just suck it in and continue to be friends with him. Lol things are awkward with Connor now

I shouldn’t be laughing at that but it’s hard not to. Wait nope scratch that he played himself on that date, he had it coming. Kai’s going to England for the summer. Bonnie and me like:

Bon’s hella lonely now. I mean she counting days and crap. Her phone call with Kai gave me cavities. Ah good old Sheila knew just what to say, Bonnie needed to hear that. Rudy reveals he’s dating LILY SALVATORE. Bloody hell I don’t know how I feel about that one. I’m stuck between shock and ew. OMFG Jo no!

For the love of god stop messing with that boy! Your brother gonna wind up killing him.

Aww Kai booked an earlier flight back and wanted to surprise Bonnie.

Oh hell I thought the phone call gave me cavities. They really did the cheesy ass reunited at the airport hug. It was beautiful. I need a blood sugar pill now.

After that reunion there’s no way in hell there’s no mutual feelings there. Oh crap some classmates saw them together. Because this is a high school au this can go one of two ways. A. The girls are just hype they saw Kai or B. Rumors are about to be spread about Bonnie and Kai being a thing (it’s more than likely B.)

Subterfuge

@albion19 This fic is everything right now. No Damon just Bonnie and Kai in 1994.

I’m loving their friendship right now. Kai and his little slip ups that Bonnie’s catching on to. “I think we’re part of each other’s lives now. I’ll support you.”

But then I remember that this is a BonKai fic and Bonnie’s words are more than likely going to come back to bite her in the ass

Doing Time In Sedona

Joshua still a freaking creeper like:

I mean I wouldn’t mind Kai and Bonnie mixing bloodlines if you get my drift but the way Joshua goes on about it is just no. He literally marked off which Bennetts he could or could not use. The little Parkwood moment was cute.

Bonnie finally took the steps and kissed Kai!

My ass was waiting for that since he was introduced in the fic! Unfortunately she has to leave right after.

 Hopefully they’ll get to be reunited without to much trouble.

@jemicloisfan Damn girl you updating like leianaberrie!

I admit I’m still getting used to two things with her writing,

1. I’m not used to someone shipping Jeremy and Elena (at least she makes them not related sometimes) 

2. Her simplistic way of writing, it’s not bad, in fact I enjoy it because it’s quick to get through.

Red Blood

I never knew I needed a Werewolf!Kai au before. I love how everyone keeps commenting on the guyliner. Oh bloody hell I’m sensing a love triangle but knowing her work it’s gonna get shut down.

I love when she does that.

Safe In Your Arms

She got her memories back and is heading to Mystic Falls!

Kai stop it, try as you might you know damn well you ain’t moving on from Bonnie. Oohh so the siblings are going to work together to kill Daddy Parker or at least lock him up somewhere, good shit.

Damon attacks Jeremy out jealousy, Alaric blows him up I think (no seriously there was a denotar and stuff). Elena to Alaric “Please take out the trash.” Alaric takes Damon outside.

Me:

In light of episode 10 of this craptastic season I needed that.

Hate That I Love You

I’ll say it once, I’ll say it a thousand times; Two things I will never get tired of reading about in BonKai fics is jealous!Kai and daddy!Kai. In this story Kai has a little mini me running around that he didn’t know about (to be fair if he had stuck around he would’ve known.) After going through some arguments with Bonnie and making up he gets to see his son again. I was just:

The little boy is immediately attached to him, they’re building model planes together, and his son wants to grow a beard just like him. I’m a mess because it’s rare for Kai to have a little boy in fics.

The Beat of My Heart

BONJAKE! There seriously needs to be more fics of these two!

Anyway~

Damn even in an au crossover Bonnie still gets screwed over. The poor girl’s pregnant, the baby dad is a dead beat, and now she’s stuck in quarantine. Ugh Jake is such a sweetheart and their developing relationship is too adorable.

Okay look I’ve never watched Containment I just saw clips here and there; (I’ve seen the Tomorrow People and TVD, Julie’s crap is well yeah.) But I am enjoying what I’m seeing here and can’t wait for the next update.

Thinking of You

I’m not gonna lie I’m iffy about this because it’s based off of Pearl Harbor and couldn’t stand that movie. Of course I’m an open-minded person so I want to see how this story turns out. I will admit I’m liking what I’m seeing so far.

Regency

I should be ashamed because Enzo died recently but when Kai cut off his finger my ass was that above gif. I was feeling like Bonnie in that moment.

Damn Kai like omg, his obsession with Bonnie is real fam. He’s willing to jail his trusted advisors, get a divorce, and when the divorce doesn’t work he’ll kick his wife out. When he finds out Bonnie’s not a virgin is going to be hella interesting.

[takerfoxx]

“Fires of the Sun, Part 5″ Thoughts

It's a little hard to look back at these chapters months later and try to remember exactly when and why I made some of the decisions I made. However, for Utsuho, I'm pretty sure she got a major promotion from satellite character who'd show up maybe once an arc and be all nice and endearingly dumb to sort of the secondary hero of Fires of the Sun mainly because I loved her speech to Rin so much. Hell, depending on where you stand on Rin as an anti-hero, Utsuho really is the most classically heroic. Characters really can surprise you sometimes, and in this case she fully won me over just by being a genuinely good person who reached out to Rin when she had no good reason to. It sort of makes me want to have more interactions with those two in the future, though at this point I really have no idea how.

Another reason for her upgrade was me scrapping another, darker storyline. The original plan following The Storm was to have Yuuka release Satori from her crystal and then go on methodically torture her by forcing horrific images into her head over a course of several weeks, mostly for shits and giggles. I ended up not having room for that during this arc, and was going to just push it up to the next one, with Yuuka having managed to hang onto Satori's crystal after Elly rescued her, but in the end I just got rid of it entirely. I dunno, I know it's a dark fic and all that, but seriously, at what point do things just get cruel for the sake of it? I couldn't think of any of any real outcome for that sideplot other than to show how much of a monster Yuuka was, and we'd already had plenty of that. And with FotS ending on a bittersweet note, I wanted one unambiguously happy ending. So despite being betrayed and abandoned by Sakuya, she stepped up, took charge, fought her way through Yuuka's remaining plants (while dropping shoutouts to Wargames and The Last Starfighter along the way. Yay classic sci-fi!), stood her ground, and saved the day for her team, none of which lost any members and all of which came to finally respect her. So, yay Utsuho!

Rin's ongoing fight with Yuuka started with a scene that I almost scrapped as well but was able to use after all: albeit under somewhat different circumstances. Like I mentioned a few days ago, I had this one scene planned where Yuuka's just beating Rin to a pulp, Rin starts to feel that since she can't adapt she can't keep taking those blows, only for her to realize that she had at least built up an incredible tolerance for pain and managed to finally get up, stop Yuuka cold, and then pretty much start slamming her back and forth into the walls and floor like a Looney Tunes cartoon. Then I think the mob was supposed to break through the ground and send everything into chaos or something. Well, the whole fighting through the pain thing ended up happening way earlier when Yuuka was zapping her with the ring, and the mob thing ended up ending in a completely different manner due to reasons that I no longer remember (I think I wanted to avoid further distractions and just keep the final sequence between Rin, Yuuka, and Flandre). And as a result, I almost dropped Rin playing Whack-a-mole with Yuuka's body as well. But it snuck in, and Rin got to drive her through a bunch of pillars to boot. So, yay violence!

I got more of a kick out of Sir Fly than I expected. The dude is just so gentlemanly! And I got to wrap up the whole bug thing in a satisfactory manner. So yeah, always happy to see investments pay off. Though come to think of it, I could have given them a better exit. I just checked the next chapter, and there's like one sentence making mention of them leaving and that's it. Oh well.

Though by the by, Yuuka's screechy flower minions (which were a callback to the flowers that taunted Team Nineball when they first arrived in Yuuka's mansion, waaaaaaaay back in God I don't even remember) are totally patterned after Mad Dummy from Undertale. Hey, I didn't get to include Undyne, so I had to make it up to myself somehow. Besides, Undertale was all the rage back then.

And yes, it made me giggle to smash Rin through the fountain and have it pour water on her butt. Because I'm an adult.

One recurring problem I did have through this whole thing was the fact that Flandre was sort of kept in the dark about Patchouli's death. Hell, I didn't get to fit in her finding out about the SDM gang even being there until the previous chapter, and that took some forcing (at least I got a Rin/Flandre hug out of it). Granted, Rin had a lot on her plate at the time and just didn't have time to break the news to her. Or rather, I didn't have the room for a fully emotional breakdown on Flandre's part. I made the time for her to react to Sakuya's supposed "death" here because, well, things were wrapping up and it needed to be dealt with. I eventually decided to tie that final bombshell with Sakuya's later attempt on Rumia's life, even though I knew Flandre's reaction would make the scene messy, but more on that later.

Rin's reaction to getting stabbed with the mordite knife took some work. RoSD already established that Hourai Immortal's freedom from death was absolute, so of course nobody was going to die, but I wanted to drive home just how incredibly potent even that small speck imbued into steel was. The little trip back into RoSD did that nicely, with the little monologue on pain and showing that not even Kaguya and Mokou could withstand the agony, even as deep down as they were. I think I wanted to also show Nue and Mamizou being affected as well, but cut that for being sort of redundant. Or something. However, looking back on these chapters, I did make sometime of a mistake. I wanted to have one last Kaguya and Mokou at the end, showing them waking up just fine on the beach, bitching at each other over what had happened, and Kaguya storming away in an angry huff. But…I seem to have forgot. So…whoops.

Anyway, I had to keep redoing Rin's own internal monologue so it wasn't a rehash of Kaguya's. In hindsight it was a little long, especially since Kaguya already covered the essentials. But that's all right, because right after that I got to do one of my favorite things: go into my Chekov's armory, grab some long-forgotten plot device, and bring it back in horrifying fashion! Here, it's Yuuka's ability to read souls through staring into people's eyes. Why she doesn't use it more often, I don't know, nor am I motivated enough to bullshit a reason. Regardless, the last (and only) time she used it was to fact check Rin's history and subject her to a bunch of painful flashbacks. Here it was a little more abstract. Instead of memories, she went for baggage. She essentially fused Rin and Flandre's minds together and put them through a series of…I dunno, hallucinations? Nightmares? Well, representations of what burdened them the most. The first, in which they're strapped down and unable to stop Eirin from experimenting on Rumia showed how helpless they often felt, despite their immense power. The second, in which they stood trial, was more on the guilt they carried for the many and many innocent people they had accidentally hurt or even killed, and their fear that everyone would eventually turn on them because of it. And the last was their fear of being alone, of being locked up and abandoned in the dark like they had been for so long, and how much they preferred death to such a fate. Damn, I am so glad I ended up pairing them off, because they really do have a LOT in common. Though on a side-note, I did have a scene in mind in which a gate to Hell would open up in the darkness and suck up that crystal coffin, leading to it to fall into a giant eye made of fire, which would then transition into the giant Yuuka that taunted them. Why didn't I go through with it? Because I was really tired and creatively spent and just wanted to get this chapter up already. Looking back, I now wish I had just gone through with it and made it work, because it would have been a cool way to bridge things.

Flandre's childish crush on Marisa harkens back to the single scene they shared, in which an over-enthusiastic Flandre almost glomps Marisa to death. At the time it was just a funny bit, but once again it ended up paying off as a long-term investment where I got to show why Flandre likes Marisa so much. It's because Marisa was nice to her, when no one else was. She showed her a small, kind gesture that the witch probably forgot about a moment later but ended up meaning the world to Flandre. And it gave her the will to push back against Yuuka, and force her into a tour of her own greatest failures: the moment she was initially ejected from Yidhra (which was a total BITCH to write), completely with Nyarly making a little cameo, followed by Yuuka's first failed attempt to fit in with humans, and then showed that initial fourth wall break from her POV and capping things off with the moment in which Marisa fully broke her spirit by simply refusing to give her the satisfaction. And on a meta sense, we then get to see the moment she's finally kicked off the center stage, with Rin and Flandre literally dragging her out of the spotlight. A quick montage of everyone else wiping out the rest of the Mykr's Sirens follows (and I never want to see those again, let me tell you), and Rin finally gets to deliver (for her at least) the final blow. By saying "kyuu."

Hey, it's a Touhou fic. You have to make some allowances.