#at first i laughed at the fact ghouls are sterile

[aro-pancake]

@silurisanguine

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Shaun is never escaping those “I fucked your mom” jokes

[dreamscapesofimagination]

I'll Say I Was Overthinking

A/N: Part 2 of the Alan drabble!

Summary: Being involved with anomalies was not conducive to peaceful dates, a fact that Alan laments when you are injured on his watch.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, cursing, body horror, fluff, Alan beating himself up as usual, kiss to shut someone up.

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It had taken a couple weeks to get the R&R permit approved- and Alan had insisted that your first date not be on campus.

Maybe he was going overboard, but dinner and a movie off campus (and therefore away from a certain meddlesome vice-captain) was a must.

You weren’t complaining.

He had picked you up from your dorm, and you had nearly tripped over your feet at the sight of him in a nice button up and slacks- two things you were not sure he even owned (he didn’t- Tohma had insisted upon providing clothes once Kurosagi has let the date slip.)

He had complimented you, cheeks pink as he scratched the back of his neck.

Your dress was simple, nothing over the top, but you loved its fit and from his expression you could tell Alan had too.

Dinner had gone well, Alan slowly becoming more comfortable as the night went on- and you’d be lying if you said his smile didn’t make your heart flutter.

That's what crossed your mind when you both had rounded a corner, only to be faced with this.

Mottled flesh, an entirely too human face- too many teeth and a too wide smile.

You froze- heart pounding. You had ended up ahead of Alan as you chattered away about your excitement for the movie he had planned.

Far enough ahead that he was helpless as the anomaly smacked you aside.

“No!” his shout was futile as he watched your body hit the alley wall and crumple.

You lay there wheezing, brain slowly processing the scene.

Snippets.

Alan’s pipe appearing in his hand.

The anomaly making its way toward you.

Alan launching in front of you, blocking your body.

A horrible, mocking laugh.

Your vision swam, and as shock wore off you began to feel the deep pain in your body from where you had hit the wall, and you were faintly aware of the taste of blood and bile in your throat.

Alan was fighting it- but seemed to be doing little damage.

Groaning, you staggered to your feet, leaning over as you emptied the contents of your stomach.

Lurching forward, you gripped Alan's arm.

His eyes shot to you, “what are you doing?”

“Your stigma-” you coughed, wincing as a bolt of pain lanced your head, -”use it”

His eyes glanced over you, frowning in concern at your state.

“You can hardly stand!”

“And if I don’t help you we are both going to die! Stop arguing with me and just hit the fucking thing!” you snapped, gripping his arm harder to stabilize yourself.

The laughing anomaly lurched toward you both, interrupting his chance to argue further.

Alan adjusted his grip on the pipe, fixing the anomaly with a harsh glare.

He raised the pipe, bringing it down as the anomaly lunged, and you watched the creature's head give way beneath the iron.

It fell to the ground, and the resulting tremble caused you to stagger.

Alan caught you, shouting your name as your vision faded.

~~~•••~~~•••~~~

Quiet voices were the first thing you registered- along with the sterile smell.

Mortkranken’s infirmary.

“Like I said, you need to let someone examine you. She is stable- the last thing she needs right now is you collapsing because you had an injury and didn’t let us treat you. Taking more attention off of her than is necessary would be foolish, Mido.”

“I’m fine, regardless, I’m a ghoul. If something was wrong it’d be pretty damn clear.”

You cracked your eyes, wincing at the glare.

Alan swam into focus, glaring at Jiro, whose face was impassive.

Jiro’s arms were crossed, and the bags under his eyes were more defined than normal.

“Ghouls can still die, Mido.” Jiro left with that scathing retort before his eyes landed on you.

“You’re awake.” Alan’s head snapped around, and he quickly rushed forward.

“You okay?” his eyes were wild with concern.

You cracked a small smile, “I’ve been better.”

“Ah-hem.” You looked past Alan, and met Jiro’s gaze.

“Please let Jiro look you over?” you asked, bringing a hand up to grasp Alan’s for a moment.

His cheeks flushed at the contact.

“Can I do my job?” You giggled at Jiro’s mildly irritated tone.

“Go. I’ll be okay.”

Alan hesitated for a moment before nodding.

Jiro led him out from the curtained off “room” you were in.

You laid there, taking in the sounds of machines and the smell of alcohol.

You shifted, sitting up with a groan as you searched for water, throat scratchy.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Alan sounded panicked when he came back in to see you moving.

“I need some water.” you said, voice hoarse.

“I brought some,” Jiro entered behind Alan, carrying a cup.

He handed it to you, all but rolling his eyes at the Vagastrom captain.

“Your boyfriend is fine, from what the very limited exam he let me do showed.”

You could practically hear the eye roll in his voice.

“Is she going to be fine?” Alan snapped.

You sipped your water, relishing how soothing it was.

Jiro fixed Alan with a tired glare before directing his statement toward you, “You have a broken rib, concussion, and some nasty contusions, and hitting the wall dislocated your shoulder. I got the shoulder back in place, and your chest is wrapped to prevent your rib from moving too much. It will be awhile before you can function at your full capacity- even with the anomalous medicine we have.”

He cracked a small smile, “if you need anything, just call. You can go back to your dorm as long as you have someone who can keep an eye on you. And I will be coming by in the mornings to check on you.”

“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” Alan said quickly, carefully grasping your hand.

Jiro looked at him for a moment before nodding.

Fifteen minutes later, you were slowly staggering back to your dorm.

Alan’s arm was wrapped around you, and a bag of medical supplies was on his shoulder.

Silence passed between you- and you weren’t too disappointed due to the dull throb with every step and breath. You didn’t think you could manage words very well.

At your door, Alan froze.

You looked up at him, seeing the set of his jaw.

“Alan, what’s wrong?”

You watched a muscle feather.

“I shouldn’t be the one doing this.”

You frowned, turning to fully face him.

“What do you mean? If you don’t want to, that's fine, I can call Jiro and go back to the infirmary.”

Shaking his head, Alan said, “it’s my fault you got hurt. If I had been faster, more aware, then you would be okay. I’ll just make things worse.”

He avoided your eyes.

“This was a bad idea, it would be best for you to go to the infirmary so I don’t get you ki-”

A surprised grunt left him as you yanked him down by the collar and pressed your lips to his.

After a moment, the stiffness left Alan’s body, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you like you were porcelain as he finally reciprocated the kiss.

They broke away, and she was sure the flush on Alan’s face matched her own as he blinked owlishly at her.

“What- what was that for?” he stammered.

You giggled at his shell-shocked expression.

“Alan, I kissed you because I like you,” you cradled his cheek with your good hand, “I would not kiss you if I thought you got me hurt. Now will you please accept that it's not your fault so we can go inside and shower?”

His eyes widened even farther, “Like?”

You tilted your head before realizing what he meant.

“No! Not together- as incredibly attractive as I find you I think sex would kill me right now,” Alan stood straight, face and neck bright red.

Laughing, you said, “I will probably need your help though- if that’s okay?”

Alan cleared his throat, “I said I would take care of you, and I will.”

You blinked at the seriousness in his voice.

Alan was nothing if not committed, and you knew that if he was around you would be taken care of.

[tapefish]

Initiation

@tasteofamnesia

Ghoul

You think a good third of the zones would leap at the opportunity to sew your mouth shut but this one looks more angry than anything. And while you’re normally against people rounding up on you with needles, the past half hour has left you down one hand and the better half of your face. You are in no position to argue. They’re griping about something or another and pretty sure they just referred to you as fungal (really?) somewhere in there and you’d correct them but air and blood is busy burbling out the new gash in your face. Try and stop the bleeding with a sleeve but your hands keep getting batted away with a curse and an even sharper look. Maybe venom siblings is not just some zone given title after all.

You let your mind drift to distract yourself from the pain, Party Poison’s angry mutterings are entertaining and all but it’s hard to pay attention when half your face is gaping open. Going up to the fabulous killjoys and asking where the sign up sheet was, you weren’t expecting a warm welcome- or any kind of welcome really. But you also weren’t expecting Jet Star to point you in the direction of The Kobra Kid of all people without so much as a ‘good luck’. It’s not like you haven’t fought people stronger than you. Or smarter. Or taller. Hell, practically every crew you’ve ever inconvenienced has had the pleasure (and the advantage).

Without warning the side of your face lights up and everything blinks out.

Party

You’re trying your best to sterilize the wound- Jet won’t miss his stash too much and you dare him to raise an objection- when an elbow shoots out, barely missing your jaw. The kid’s thrashing now, knocking what’s left of the alcohol to the ground and scratching at the wound. How are you supposed to work with this? Sure, just deal with the aftermath of yet another great plan from our fearless leader. Get the new guy to fight Kobra, declare them winner and leave them to bleed out on the floor. Real fucking smart. What, was Jet expecting the kid to sew up their own face? Where were they even going with this, just tossing over the med kit and wandering back to the am? As if having to physically pry Kobra off of- what’s their name-wasn’t enough now you gotta fix his mistake. Both their mistakes. Really you don't see why you aren’t the leader, you’re already picking up after everybody.

Whatever. The time for self pity has passed, and that’s enough of that. Grab them by the arms and hold them still for fuck’s sake before they make things any worse.

Threading the needle is easy enough, you’ve done it plenty and while the wound seems intimidating, closer inspection reveals that it’s not a bad cut, just in a weird place. As if to make up for sitting still, the kid has decided that now is the time for small talk. Swear to the witch it’s like they don’t want it stitched up. Watching them attempt to speak and stretching the wound in the process, you have half a mind to quit right there and let it heal all lopsided. Whatever they’re trying to say- all it’s really doing is depositing more blood and spit and- fuck is that a tooth? On your already sweaty hands. Gross. Well, it won’t get any cleaner than this so you get to work. They seem to catch on pretty quickly, and clam up right as you start the first stitch.

While you’re busy trying to line up the edges, the kid is scratching lazy lines into the dust around you. The first is a set of letters: FUNGHOUL followed by an x’d out face. Almost as an afterthought, they scribble a set of stitches across the smile. The irony of it isn’t lost upon you, and a snicker escapes before you can stop yourself. After tying off the last suture, take a moment to judge your work. You’re no medic so it's not pretty, but all things considered, it could be much worse. Catch yourself absentmindedly rubbing at the fading scars on your left hand. Like you said, you’re no medic.

You’d think the first coherent thing out of their mouth would be gratitude, a semblance of a thank you perhaps, but no. They just had to get one last bit of stupid out of their system. “So, does shades over there greet everyone like this or am I just special?” Snap the medkit shut and spit a “what’s it to you” hoping they get the message and witch- where is kobra?

Kobra

Look at them, laughing away as if nothing just happened. And it’s at you you’re sure, what else would there be to laugh at? The Kobra Kid, declared loser of a fight against some fresh faced nobody. A fight that you won but is gonna cost you everything because that new kid- what was their name? ghost or goblin or something stupid like that decided they were too good for the rules of engagement? You were doing fine! Pinned them down twice with only a handful of sand to the eyes for your troubles. It was pure luck that placed them so close to the bonfire, with all that smoke, it's not like you could see. Reached into it and knocked you off balance, enough to squirm out of your grasp again.

Did Party really think calling out would make you think they cared? Their actions speak for themselves- spending time tending to pintsize over there instead of their own brother. Little shit thinks they could just march up to camp and demand a spot that you earned. What’d they think? They’d get you kicked out? Take your place? Shake your head at the thought and focus on the task at hand.

Tending to your burn is hard and water is sparse, your hands are shaking as you peel off layer after layer from your neck - your hands never shake. You have to get it off though or else it's going to scar. And parallels be damned, you are not keeping a reminder of tonight if you have any say in it.

It wouldn’t have even registered when they hit you if it weren’t for the smell. Acrid and chemical, you get the feeling it won’t be leaving any time soon. Pour water on your neck and peel off the layers, until the last of it finally comes off with a gasp. You can actually feel it now, pulsating and radiating heat. Water alleviates it for a bit but you don’t have much of it to spare.

The thought crosses your mind to check the burn over in the trans am’s mirrors, see how bad it is, but it’s been taken over by Jet. Look back at your sibling siding with the new kid. Acting like you’re the one at fault here when really, why couldn't they just admit that you won? And why wouldn't Jet acknowledge that? With everyone around you forgetting that tiny, tiny fact you had to pull something that would stick. Running their mouth the whole time, forgetting that it's them that's trying to join your crew, laughing like the whole thing’s just one big joke to them.

To make things worse, Party barging in and intervening in your fight, like you’re some sort of kid back in the lobby, as if you haven't done worse things to nicer people with less than your reputation at stake. You know, you didn't really consider yourself a prideful person before this. Guess you really are Party’s brother. Go back to camp, ignore Party’s million where were you, what were you thinking, are you even listening to me’s, and work on your bike. Because for all their questions, they haven’t looked you in the eyes once.

[drades-lair]

Budding relationship

Author: Drade666

Rating: G

Pairings: Jobby

Fandom: Supernatural

After a remarkable resurrection thanks to Drade, Bobby returned to the Singer salvage yard that much to his surprise had been not only kept but also rebuilt or at least his house. Drade had rebuilt the place from the bottom up after the leviathan fiscal resulted in it burning to the ground and kept building even after Bobby’s death until it was finished. Now Bobby sat in his new study as usual flipping through lore book after lore book in order to prepare the team for their latest hunt off in Louisiana thus the whole team was currently gathered in the house as well. Drade was sitting in an armchair near the fireplace while Sam sat on the couch across the room nearest the desk Bobby was seated at while Dean had made a trip to the head.

 “Bobby!” Dean’s voice suddenly bellowed from the washroom causing everyone to look up.

 “What?” Bobby inquired irritably towards the stairs

 “What the hell is this? This isn’t your toothbrush!” Dean asked coming about halfway down the staircase to show Bobby the item in question. The fact Dean knew Bobby’s toothbrush at all aside the item was a bright pink toothbrush that he now held in his hand.

 “Its Jody’s you idjit!” Bobby simply stated as if it should have been obvious

 “Jody’s? Really Bobby? What is she moving in?” Dean laughed out loud

 “Shut up ya idjit! Jody stays to help with research some times and instead of going all the way home at 4 in the morning she just stays here, okay? It’s not a big deal,” Bobby explained rolling his eyes.

 “Bobby its fine, Dean go finish what you were doing and put that back where you found it,” Drade instructed in a stern voice

 Everyone knew how close Bobby had gotten to Jody since coming back especially seeing as they were already close when he’d died. Bobby shared a great deal with the sheriff in terms of personal stuff, both had lost loved ones that were close to them, they’d both been involved in the supernatural now and Jody seemed to understand Bobby better then anyone. Drade had especially noticed the two’s relationship growing however with Bobby being…well Bobby, they all knew that he wouldn’t admit anything until it pretty much slapped him with a brick but if anyone could manage it that would be Jody.

 “Well I think we’ve got all we’ll need,” Drade announced standing up

 “Yeah we must make Louisiana by tomorrow so we’d better get going” Sam agreed also standing up

 “Alright, you lot be careful now ya hear,” Bobby stated walking over to hug Sam then Drade shook Bobby’s hand before she pulled him in to what would be more referred to as a bro hug but it was as affectionate Drade got outside of Gabriel. Dean came trotting down the stairs with a relieved sigh.

 “Okay tanks empty now let’s get going,” Dean announced

 “TMI Dean,” Drade scoffed

 “Like you don’t fill us in on all your personal escapades with Gabriel,” Dean shot back

 Sam chuckled as they bid Bobby a final farewell while heading out the door, which Bobby closed behind them. After the Impala roared to life followed by the sound of Drade’s hearse doing the same Bobby watched them drive off out onto the interstate before giving a heavy sigh of contentment. Bobby loved the group of misfits but to be honest sometimes it was just nice to have his house to himself for a little while even if all it meant was getting to watch some TV while eating a sandwich in peace. Bobby plopped down in his armchair but after a moment decided that he might want a little company if nothing else a little help in researching the last few details for the boys thus he snatched up his house phone and dialed Jody’s number. Jody agreed to come over later in the eve after her shift was over even offered to bring a caesural for dinner with her making Bobby smile from ear to ear even though he protested the idea telling Jody she spoiled him.

 Bobby had settled into a book of lore resulting in time passing quicker then expected and soon it was dark outside. Suddenly a loud clang from outside in the salvage yard drew Bobby’s undivided attention out the window near his desk where he watched as a hubcap that had landed on the ground slowly twirled then fell on its side. Cautiously Bobby stood up grabbing his shotgun from beside the fireplace then eased his way towards the front door where he peered through the peephole catching some movement out in the yard. Bobby quietly turned the handle then crept out into the salvage yard with his shotgun at the ready but as he moved between the monstrous piles of cars there was an overwhelming sense of playing cat and mouse. Bobby would catch glimpses out of the corner of his eye of something moving very quickly always just out of sight then suddenly the clatter of the pile right behind Bobby made him swing around not even taking full time to aim before firing off a round. Having been missed the creature landed smack on top of Bobby pinning him to the ground as the shotgun flew out of his hand, skittering across the ground as he tried to fight the thing off with his bare fists. The man had dark hair that was disheveled, ragged clothing and his eyes glowed a slight yellow color telling Bobby that this was a ghoul meaning only a head shot would kill it but his shotgun was currently a good two feet away. Bobby let out a yelp as the man sunk his teeth into Bobby’s arm while its nails dug into Bobby’s chest like dull claws before slipping them around Bobby’s neck to begin strangling him. The ghoul snarled as its mouth pulled off of Bobby’s arm only to sink its teeth into his shoulder next eliciting a more muffled yelp from the elder hunter this time as he struggled to breath. Bobby’s vision was beginning to blacken around the edges when a gunshot followed by the warm wet splash of blood all over his face managed to bring back some clarity after finally being able to suck in a deep breath as the creatures grip loosened on him.

 “Bobby! Bobby!” He heard a female voice calling when suddenly a familiar face appeared. Jody had apparently just showed up in the nick of time killing the ghoul and now she was knelt next to Bobby trying to help him up.

 “Jody?” Bobby managed to get out

 “Come on big fella,” Jody encouraged slinging one of Bobby’s arms around her shoulders then pulling him to his feet. After getting Bobby inside Jody eased him down onto the couch in the study before rushing off to grab some of Bobby’s medical supplies, coming back with a whole array of items. Gently she pressed a towel to the wound on Bobby’s shoulder making him hiss through clenched teeth to which she promptly responded don’t be such a baby earning a slight chuckle from Bobby. Stubborn as the day was long Bobby managed to get himself into a sitting position despite Jody’s insistence that he just stay lying down.

 “Seriously, you’re on your own for a few hours…” Jody tsked as she began to slowly unbutton Bobby’s flannel shirt.

 “Yeah well…what can I say…I’m a trouble magnet…just like the boys,” Bobby jested with a huffed out laugh.

 “Apparently,” Jody agreed finally getting the last button undone so as she could get the shirt off of Bobby. Swatting Bobby’s hand away from the towel still pressed to the wound on his shoulder Jody peeled it away then took a good look at the injury that had luckily not hit anything vital. Jody grabbed the damp cloth she’d brought to start cleaning the wound before stitching it closed then sterilizing it with some alcohol finally Jody bandaged it so that she could move on to the wound on Bobby’s forearm on the opposite arm.

 “You’re good at this,” Bobby stated quietly

 “Yeah well when I had an energetic boy…he was always scraping something on his body,” Jody explained

 “Sounds like my boys,” Bobby huffed with a laugh

 “Boys being boys…” Jody chuckled softly while focusing on Bobby’s wound that luckily didn’t need any stitches just some cleaning then bandaging. Bobby watched as the flickering fire from the fireplace danced over Jody’s fair skin as a small strand of hair fell forwards out of her bun. Gently Bobby reached forwards to tuck it behind her ear making the sheriff look up at him with those big brown eyes of hers that caused Bobby’s heart to skip a beat for the first time in a very long time. Bobby didn’t even realize that his hand was now caressing Jody’s cheek nor did he notice that Jody’s hand was slowly coming up to cup his jaw as the gap between them closed. Before they knew it their lips were pressed to one another in a gentle kiss that felt too right to even be real.

 “Bobby…?” Jody breathed out after parting from the kiss

 “Yeah?” Bobby responded just as breathless

 “Kiss me again,” Jody’s tone was demanding yet gentle and Bobby gladly obliged

[silurisanguine]

Since @aro-pancake insisted i not hide the comment in the tags - At first i laughed at the fact ghouls are sterile, but then i knew Hancock would go out and find a child for the sole survivor. Just randomly find one and give them to her! Because that's Hancock. Bless him. And it's makes this even funnier!

Shaun is never escaping those “I fucked your mom” jokes