#infected home verse au

[pink-link-lemonade]

Sleepy snuggle time :]

MVA!Sonic/BB: @weirdozjunkary

Smooches them both <3

[not-so-superheroine]

/affectionate

i got into star trek as a bit and now unfortunately ive realized its one of the most beautiful shows ever. its about love and family and exploration and warmth and possibilities and a hopeful and wonderful future. and its also so so fucking stupid

[catlady5001]

end of year fic recs, list #2

part one // here

same as last time: i want to share some fics i really enjoyed this year, organized by fandom! each fic will have a short summary, the word count, and a + symbol if it's a work in progress!

this list will have recs for Spider-Man and BNHA. enjoy! :)

Spider-Man

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). while on a team mission, peter parker bites off a bit more than he can chew. 3k, hurt/comfort

In the Home by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates. 69k, angst and comfort

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone (@mysterycyclone). AU where peter parker gets pulled into the DCU after the events of Infinity War, and gets pulled into the both the Wayne family and the Bat Family. 213k+, angst and comfort

Spider-Verse

equifinality by Quillium (@quillium). In a world where Jefferson Davis dies instead of Spider-man, Miles Morales becomes the Prowler and somehow still gets taken under Spider-man's wing. 20k+, hurt/comfort

so lucky, so strong, so proud by ProfessorSpork. Sometimes you end up in a superhero team up where half the people in the group have your face, or your dead ex/best friend’s face, and you just have to find a way to deal with it. 7k, angst and comfort

Down the Waterspout by Mockingone. spiderverse au where spider-man lives.

let's do this one last time by imoticon. michelle jones gets sucked into the multi-verse. gwen stacy helps her. 9k, dimension travel

New Moves by WildInkling (@wildinkling). miles morales takes up ballet!! 3k, fluff

BNHA

komorebi by Calamitatum (@calamitxtum). desperate to prove himself, Hitoshi agrees to help UA find the traitor, even if he has to sacrifice himself in the process. 157k, angst

Accidentally, Tragically, Heroic by whatagoodegg. shigaraki infiltrates ua as a student, and somehow, is accidentally a great hero. 118k+, hurt/comfort

reconcile by whatagoodegg. a child's quirk traps midoriya and shigaraki in a box together until they can 'reconcile' their differences. 151k, hurt/comfort

Foresight by akcugrai (@akcugrai). Izuku's quirk is simple, it tells him exactly what he needs to do, eventually leading him to tear down All for One. 66k, hurt/comfort

Candor by OwlF45 (@owlf45). The Hero Commission passes a new code that requires all heroes to complete a mental simulation test. For Izuku, the consequences are catastrophic. 60k, hurt/comfort

linger on the doorstep (come into the warmth) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). au where midoriya inko adopts aizawa in high school, dramatically changing his life and the life of his brother, midoriya izuku. 408k+, angst and comfort

out of the frying pan (into the ice and fire) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). Izuku runs into his twin at the USJ - and then proceeds to run into him seemingly everywhere he goes. 305k+, angst and comfort

Words as Weapons by NearoRiver. While navigating his father’s (All for One's) high expectations, insidious emotional abuse, and overpowering quirk, Izuku fights to become a hero. 129k+

Ill-Gotten Gains by ghostmaybite. AFO!Izuku steals Aizawa's quirk to kill All for One. things only get more complicated from there. 245k+, hurt/comfort

once forgotten, twice removed by blueh (@blu-eh). number one hero Deku gets thrust into an alternate reality where he’s All for One’s Successor. 42k, hurt/comfort

awake and (un)afraid, asleep or- by driedupwishes. after shouto and eijirou start trending on twitter, shouto starts an instagram to showcase his Hero Deku merch. it spirals from there. 54k, future fic

Independent Study by pianogavin (@pianogavinwrites). After one too many repeat injuries, UA puts a policy in place to alert parents every time their child is hurt at school. This leads to Momo taking care of her own injuries. MomoJirou focused. 6k, hurt/comfort

we don't know what's dead / till it's gone by carolinaa (@officialratprince). momo's dad dies. neither she nor Kyouka know how to feel about it. 8k hurt/comfort

spit to the left, carry on (smile & say you're good) by jublis. Jirou grows into herself during a time of war. 15k, hurt/comfort

old game (new rules) by carolinaa (@officialratprince). the ULTIMATE momojirou fic. after bad experiences in middle school, kyouka is determined to keep to herself at UA, but her classmates have a way of getting under her skin.

Despite Your Good Intentions series by xylophones. yagi toshinori moves into midoriya izuku's apartment building when he is eleven. this has a ripple effect that leads to midoriya izuku becoming the youngest licensed intern that japan has seen, and spirals from there. one of my favorite series!!! 204k, hurt/comfort

Thick Blood, Sweet Water by litbynosun (@coldwind-shiningstars). aizawa shouta and midoriya inko are siblings who only reunite after midoriya izuku has started his first year at UA. 15k, family fluff

the drip of melting ice by planet_B612. Hitoshi moves into the 2A dormitory at the beginning of his second year, learns who his neighbour is, and makes the friends he had declared he isn't there to have within the space of a semester. 20k, hurt/comfort

every story is a ghost by daylightbreaks (). shinsou learns that crushes get complicated quickly when you think that your crush is possesed. shindeku. 26k, hurt/comfort

between the lines (it was there the whole time) by placesinfive. eri, class 1-A, and all the little moments in between. 12k, domestic fluff

make this feel like home by carolinaa (@officialratprince). natsuo spends his winter break at home. surprisingly, it doesn't all go to shit. 27k, hurt/comfort

when the light returns by rubiginosa. bakugou, camie and uraraka go up north to steal a tree for Todoroki. 13k, road trip fic

Leitmotif by LunaLucrea (@lunalucrea). midoriya interns with present mic, and runs into a man with a quirk that lets him hear people's "soul song". 7k, hurt/comfort

pez dispenser debris by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup (@polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup). a quirk creates a younger version of midoriya izuku, who causes headaches for himself and everyone else. this is straight-up one of my favorite fics, and this summary does NOT do it justice. go read!! 74k+, hurt/comfort

hours spent in a hospital waiting room just to lose a knife fight by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku's friends support him when he's hospitalized for appendicitis - a disease he can only get after being born Quirkless. 3k, hurt/comfort

with just a little luck by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku keeps getting hurt, so his classmates start to gift him good-luck charms, not realizing it puts him on edge. 7k, hurt/comfort

Small Enough to Carry by ghostwriterofthemachine (@ghostwriterofthemachine). One Thing Midoriya Izuku Starts Carrying Around for Each of the People that He Loves, and One Thing Each of Them Starts Carrying Around for Him. 12k, hurt/comfort

A Boy and his Ghost series by LowlyWriter. AU where izuku can see ghosts, and soon befriends Shirakumo Oboro, the ghost who follows his teachers around. 543k, hurt/comfort

hero’s shadow by feelingstabby. the story of how a few heroes help Midoriya Izuku become something more than a lost vigilante. one of my favorite longfics! 818k+, hurt/comfort

When Realities Collide by LowlyWriter. hero-in-training midoriya izuku gets transported to an alternate universe where he is a deadly villain. 168k, hurt/comfort

starkly marked by OwlF45 ((@owlf45). izuku is stuck in a timeloop, but the longer it goes on, the more people begin to recognize him - even if they technically haven't met. 4k, angst

but somehow i'll see it through by artfulacrostic (@artfulacrostic). izuku is the victim of an obedience quirk. 16k, hurt/comfort

idle worship by dreamtowns (@dreamvevo). shindeku social media au revolving around secret identities. one of the best social media fics I've read - dreamtowns puts HOURS of effort into their fics, and it shows. 28k, hurt/comfort

[kit-williams]

Happy Valentines day

Male Lead: Gabriel

Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Space Marine Husbandry Sentience/Non Canon

Canon Status: Canon for the Non Canon (basically sexy marines are non canon so please do not label this Space Marine Husbandry use the Space Marine Husbandry Sentience tag)

I'd like to thank Barn Anon for infecting me with their precious non murderous baby their Blood Angel Gabriel and giving me permission to 'Go nuts' in putting their blorbo in smexual situations.

tw: Smut, I know some people will add the fact that the word love is used so yeah I use the word love in this.

He croons to you in gothic sprinkling in some English but he prefers to tell you such romantic things in High gothic as he can easily find his words in his native tongue as his slowly kissed up your leg and down your arm... running his tongue over your arteries.

You were a nervous mess as you felt like a pervert? Sex with Astartes felt oddly taboo... though you felt your head swimming as you looked at Gabriel in a different light... you had let a man into your home... you had let this hyper warrior male into your home, you had let him take care of you, you had been taking care of him, you both had given each other affection... you felt like a pervert taking something wholesome and turning it to lurid. But Gabriel assured you that it was far more of him seducing you verses him being seduced by you.

He coos with a laugh as you worry about being some degenerate and reminds you of how the only real degenerates are Emperor's Children. His large mouth presses to yours as his hands move down your to your waist as he pulls you onto his chest. The height different wasn't that bad... but your hips could not grind against one another as you two kissed. But he still kissed you slowly and tenderly.

A large hand of his ran over the swell of your ass, palming and massaging one of the cheeks as his other kept your mouth moving against his but holding your chin gently. His tongue slipping between your lips as drool oozed out of the corners of your mouth as your smaller tongue was bullied into compliance by his own. You finally pull away to breathe as you sit on his stomach. He looks at you like there was fire in his eyes... like you were the center of his world... like how all those love songs teenagers sing completely miss. How that puppy love doesn't compare to the way Gabriel looks at you.

You fidget with the hem of your shirt pulling it off over your head... feeling the heat rush to your cheeks as it doesn't come off sexily or cleanly... you forgetting a button... oh how self conscious you feel but when you finally get your shirt off you're left looking down at him. He just has to loosen a few things and then he is naked. There is a bit of a belly on him but it feels so firm... his pectorals look firm and almost like a body builders but you can see the layer of fat that just barely covers the muscles. You do your best to not look behind you and between his legs... you feel him nuzzle your softer flesh and watch the pleasure move on his face.

You look back and just watch him slowly harden then seemingly quickly harden and you look back and he looks at you with a hungry yet cheeky stare as if watching you watch him was a turn on. He's big... not as massive as you were expecting but if he was the size of an average man he'd be on the longer and girthier side of the scale... a fit but not impossible. You swallow and blush looking away from his red eyes, "I... I think you'll fit."

"I know I will... even if you are on the smaller end I will be careful." He coos as you feel his hand that was on your ass move down and his finger... his middle just dip into your sex. You lay on him as he just gets you ready... the way he breathes in your ear... his mouth on your shoulder and neck, the way his teeth just rest on the skin as he kisses and sucks. How strange you feel breathing in his ear and moaning softly into his shoulder. "Are you ready?" He says softly.

"Y-yeah." you say nervously as you feel the head of his cock pushing and prodding against your sex as you swallow and use his hands to balance as you push down. The slickness of your sex allows his cock to glide through you as you soon feel your hips against his. "Oh god you actually fit..." The blush dances over your face as your walls clench around his cock.

Gabriel just nods as his head is against the pillow as a hand rests on his forehead as he feels the way you clench around him and the warmth of his hips against yours. How you tremble before you lie down just resting your head against his body. "Gabriel..."

"Yes Darling." He says with a strained voice trying to not move though that slick warmth that he rests inside of you makes it very hard not too.

"Please move." You say as he spreads his legs and bends his knees, you can feel him raise his hips off the mattress slightly as he churns his hips up slowly. You moan softly as he pulls in and out of you slowly but this intimate position makes it feel a bit more intense. You moan in and out panting softly as his breath shutters out as his hand rests on the back of her head as his eyes look over at her mouth wanting to kiss her hard... perhaps after bringing her to orgasm in this position.

Gabriel feels odd... as he has thought of how he wants this to go.... and idea of how he would go through this. He had a plan all the way up to this point and now he was running blind. He tried to keep his hips slow and steady but his enjoyment was growing stronger and stronger as he increased his pace as his fingers played with your hair. Your moans of his name cause him to press his hands into your thighs a bit harder to squeeze the flesh there, feeling the soft flesh against his firm hands.

He arches and hisses in delight as you run your hands through his red locks, running your nails against part of his scalp as he groaned with restrained desires. Missing your mouth against his... you could see it in his eyes how he would stop what he would be doing and just pick you up to kiss you like a lover... just like the way he had earlier in the day kissed you till your lips felt numb.

You pant his name and he could smell what was coming. He rolled his hips along with yours as the world became so small and consisted of his body and yours. You feel that slow build up of an orgasm slowly and lazily reaching its climax as you do not shriek in pleasure but gasp softly as it comes to you like a tender lover.

You feel Gabriel's mouth on yours as your tongues play with each other. Your naked flesh pressed against his enhanced body... "Gabriel... Gabriel did you..."

He shook his head, "Not yet." He breathes out as you feel your back against your plush bed and look up at him. Saliva connects your mouths as he pulls away and you watch the strands snap. He really does look like an angel. You think as he just smiles so handsomely down at you... how could someone be so handsome?

You gasp and moan as you feel him slowly slide in and your hips fitting snuggly against his. You watch him press his chest to yours as one of his hands comes behind your head and cups it as his face presses into the top of your head. "I would kiss you and your neck but I'm just a little bit too tall to do that."

You feel him all around you as his arms hold you in and he is above you and one arm behind you as he thrusts into you as the bed creaks from this position as he soon moans feeling your mouth on his for a brief moment to kiss and suck on his flesh but that is forgotten as he hits that right spot inside of you. You chant his name as he rocks deep inside of you arching under him as he builds up another orgasm for you.

He pants and breaths delicate words to you... how you are gorgeous... how you feel so wonderful around him... how he loves you so... and you feel like a yowling cat besides him as you just start to chant and cry out his name. You hear something rip as his hand twists the bedsheet too tightly as that sing song like tone of his voice slips to something deep... a noise you can't explain yet it sends a thrill down your spine.

He arches his back slightly in a position that mustn't be comfortable but he forces himself to crouch over you to press his mouth against yours while rocking against you. You feel your own eyes roll back as you grip the back of his head tightly, trying to wrap your legs around him still. His mouth slips from yours as you let out a pleasured scream for this orgasm. He stills over you just breathing hard.

"Oh by the Throne you're tight." He manages to breathe out before looking down at you and crooning your name, "I didn't hurt you?"

"Hurt? No... oh God no. Did you cum inside of me?" You say lifting your head looking at where you two were joined as your walls were still tightly clenched around him trapping him in place.

"Was I not suppose to?" He asks a bit worried looking down at you.

"Don't worry about it." You can't help but moan softly as he slowly pulls out. You watch how his pupils nearly devour his eyes as he looks at where he just was. Gabriel wouldn't deny the fact your body wasn't closing up right away... there was something amazing running through him at seeing you gaping wide with his cum slowly oozing out of you.

You smile as his eyes look at you and he crawls over you again pulling you into his arms and kissing you again tenderly and very much full of all of his love. He rubs his face against yours and croons in gothic at you. You laugh no longer feeling that nervous energy that you felt at the start... no longer feeling like a pervert as this felt right with how he holds you tight.

"Love you Gabriel." You say pulling away to breathe.

"I love you too." He purrs back as you lay with him not worrying about anything for awhile before life has to move on. You lay on his chest focused on how his fingers move against your back and his lips against your own.

The everything Taglist:

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty

[blindbatalex]

bruins hrpf recs from the server #4

Happy Sunday :3 Our theme this week was non-hockey aus (loosely defined) - below are the recs the server shared!

between garage bays by pastrnaks_sainz || lindholm/pasta || 74,131 words || reccer's notes: the f1 x bruins crossover i didn’t know i needed

Dark Horse by bookhousegirl || Austin Czarnik/Frank Vatrano || 4,584 words || reccer's notes: Providence mob au, set in the same verse as New Habits, also recc’ed on this list. I’m not sure if this one counts considering neither character (indeed none of the listed characters) plays for the Bruins anymore, but the grimy, seedy, small town sense of desperation and the concrete slice-of-life observations are so wonderfully evoked, you feel Springfield Massachusetts like fungus growing under your fingernails. I recommend listening to “Coattails” by Broods as a soundtrack while reading this.

down by the river by @thebluejayawe || tuukka/pasta || 5,916 words || reccer's notes: How grumpy Tuukka is in this is simply perfect; I also love the snowy wintery vibes and the developing relationship.

from ashes to beginnings by @007waffles007 || marcheron || 24,894 words

I’ll be home for Christmas by pastrnaks_sainz || marcheron || 6,553 words || reccer's notes:  Marcheron WW2 au. This is very much a comfort read for me, the savage hand-to-hand combat and scorching sex notwithstanding. I love the way the letter is quoted in its entirety twice within the space of the story, giving it space to breathe and resonate.

like stars in a perfect night sky by blindbatalex || marcheron || 2,051 words || reccer's notes: All I’m saying is that if _Supernatural_ were about this crimefighting duo I would be so obsessed with the show lol. I almost didn’t rec this bc I’m still mad Alex didn’t write a sequel to it, but leaving us with that beautiful haunting last imagery (that final paragraph!) is a choice I have to begrudgingly respect

New Habits by bookhousegirl || Gregory Campbell/Daniel Paille || 5,927 words || reccer's notes: MOB AU!!!! The throughline of aching to return to Boston guts me, it's the perfect theme to use in an AU because it's such a central part of the 'being traded away from a team that you considered home' experience, so it really carries over perfectly.

Penicillin by Aaron_The_8th_Demon || marcheron || 6,180 words || reccer's notes: Post-apocalyptic marcheron au featuring the Bruins as a group of firefighters trying to survive the plague. (Think of a Fallout 4 mission where you’re running around Boston frantically trying to save your infected colleague from dying before you can tell him you love him.) The climactic resolution is handled so tenderly and naturally, so in-character and with so little fuss, it fills me with utter joy every time.

the secrets we keep by blindbatalex || willypasta || 3,751 words || reccer's notes: I loved exploring the outside perspective on willypasta in this fic, with a healthy side serving of forbidden love and what it means to know or trust somebody, not to mention of course, some delightful h/c.

shake it off (darkest before the dawn) by Anonymous || bruins ensemble || 5,892 words || reccer's notes:  (Bill Haters Stephano voice) This fic has everything, it's got kidnapping, it's got spies, it's got whump, it's got enemy spies, it's got JD, idk what else to say I really liked it. It was one of the first fics I read getting into hrpf and had me like :0

Southern Light by bookhousegirl || marcheron || 8,949 words || reccer's notes: Antarctic research station AU. Marcheron. Gorgeous atmospheric writing that is working within a tight-knight insular situation. The author has a very evocative writing style, and the characterizations are wonderful.

[psychologeek]

WhumpMonth challenge

Due to the success of @whumptober (index), I'm going to try for @whumplovers-collaborate 's WhumpMonth challenge.

Feel free to send a number+more spesific request (for example, "3+Sweet Dreams au, badman verse)

Prompts (some I added songs I think would fit. Bc I like playlists):

1. Backed into a Corner: Facing fears / Isolation / Unable to breathe

(possibly taken: Accumulation)

2. Your Own Worst Enemy

Dehydration / Nausea / Unhealthy coping mechanisms

(Johnny)

3. Reckless

“Take me instead.” / Made an example of / Impaled

4. Cold Room

Lab rat / Used as bait / Interrogation

5. In the Shadows

Chains / Ritualistic torture / Left for dead

6.All Eyes on You: Made to watch / Put on display / “I can’t let them see me like this.”

(possibly taken: rock)

7. Ragdoll: Carried / Manhandling / Fever-induced honesty

(possibly taken: Death)

8. Tools of the Trade: Whipping / Electric shock / Salt in the wound

9. Home Stretch

Limping / Dead on their feet / On the run

(possibly taken: Blake))

10. Push

Broken pride / Overwork / Stoicism taken as a challenge

(Dorothy)

11. Lost in a Dream

Drugged / Temporary loss of a sense / Nightmare

(possibly taken: Sarah)

12. Should’ve Seen it Coming

PTSD / Explosion / Survivor’s guilt

13. Keep Your Enemies Closer

Scar reveal / Rescued by the enemy / Abuse of power

14. Alone

Drug withdrawal / Self-surgery / “Nobody is coming for you.”

15. Darkest Hour

Failed escape / Hand comes away bloody / Helplessness

16. Like a Dog

Begging / Kicked while they’re down / “Just get it over with.”

17. In the Ring

Bloodsport / Duel / Fighting through the pain

18. Red-handed

Gunpoint / Mission gone wrong / Panic

19. Bite Your Tongue

Gagged / Slowly falling silent / Hidden injury

20. “Why are you doing this?”

Amnesia / Self sacrifice / Confused by kindness

(possibly taken: Ben)

21. What Doesn’t Leave You

Exhaustion / Old wound still hurts / Hallucinations

22. Hold On

Stabbed / Infection / Field Medicine

23. Down for the Count

Beatdown / Repeatedly passing out / Trail of blood

24. Last Straw

Waking up crying / “Go on without me.” / Betrayal

25. Precious Cargo

Injured in the escape / Near-drowning / “They were behind me a second ago.”

26. Last Resort

Doorstep collapse / “No. No hospital.” / Blood loss

27. Running on Empty

Hypothermia / Magical exhaustion / Sleep deprivation

28. Trophy

Animal trap / Strung up by the hands / Hunted for sport

29. Missing in Action

Stranded / Vehicular accident / Long fall into water

30. Presumed Dead

Head injury / Last second rescue / “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

31. It’s Not Over

Can’t make a sound / Broken bones / After-action patch-up

Alts:

Blown cover

Threats of violence

Self-loathing

Muzzled

Gilded cage

Botched execution

Shock

Recording

Made to hurt

Animal attack

[the-grand-artist]

CHECK IT OUT CHAT SONIA THE HEDGEHOG MATERIAL‼️‼️‼️

Second image is in reference to Links au Infected Home-verse! @pink-link-lemonade 😼😼😼

FIRST IMAGE WAS AN ATTEMPT AT THE SHOWS SOMIC THE HEDGEHOG STYLE

[destiny-in-the-universe]

I’m bored out of my mind so now you get a mini list of my current au’s for my interests! I’ll do a bigger version later but again, right now, I’m trying to finish Whumptober and adulting is also a very fun thing happening in my life!

Isn’t that swell? /s

This is very informal, but I’m more than willing to talk about any once Whumptober is finished! As mentioned before, this is a multi-fandom blog so… you’ll be surprised at what you can find here! I’m also ADHD and just like to infodump!

So.

Here’s a silly list of au’s and crossovers! Read below the cut for them!

Cars (Pixar)

Infection AU

The Roads We Take: post-apocalyptic/virus inspired universe where an outbreak occurs and Doc Hudson makes it across several state lines in search of Lightning, hoping to bring home. Back to Radiator Springs, but of course, it won’t be easy.

The Radiation Verse: Bad End Infection AU. In an apocalyptic setting, luck is scarcely on Lightning’s side and well, after witnessing a distressing event - he only has Cal to rely on and trying to reach Radiator Springs won’t be easy.

Merlin (BBC)

Court Magician AU: In which Arthur legalizes magic and Merlin becomes a Court Warlock- I mean, Magician. Unfortunately, this comes with a little bit of resistance.

[REDACTED]: Post-Canon Continuation. Merlin has long resigned himself to the thought of Arthur not returning and now runs a little shop, but it seems destiny’s about to give him and so many others a second chance.

Godling Merlin AU: Merlin is more than just a warlock. He’s the patron deity of magic and now that Uther’s declared war on his people, well, there’s no telling what might happen.

BNHA

Guard Dog Dabi AU: Tread with caution when it comes to this AU. It’s not for the faint of heart. Touya Todoroki meets a different path and Endeavor’s willing to do whatever it takes to ensure the future and legacy of the Todoroki family - even if it means handing his eldest son to the Hero Commission. And things won’t be the same. In which Touya is subjected to borderline pet whump and has become property of the Commission.

(There is another AU, but I’ll talk about it later!)

Wordgirl

The (Mis)adventures of Technofire and Lexidoe: A Role Reversal AU with a twist. Where Tobey is a superhero and Becky is a supervillain, shenanigans are about to ensue.

Lab Rat AU: Ongoing Whumptober Prompt/DD:DNE. Wordgirl is captured by the government but of course, it’s met with retaliation. Heavy Content will be present in this.

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Tales of the Nine: Randy’s chosen to bring back the Norisu Nine but the journey to their success is perilous but maybe, just maybe, they’ll be able to finish what the original clan started.

(There’s honestly too many for me to lift if I’m being honest- and because this fixation lasted for many months, I’ll just write all of them in a separate post. This fandom holds a special place in my heart!)

Multi-Fandom AU’s

Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons: Crossover between Rise of the Guardians, Brave, Tangled, and How to Train Your Dragon. This is my own spin on it. A separate post will be dedicated to it!

Secret Quartet: Expanded Version of the Secret Trio. American Dragon: Jake Long, Danny Phantom, Randy Cunningham, and Miraculous Ladybug all rolled into one!

Superwholock + Merlin: Developing Crossover between Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock! As well as Merlin. The crossover was not begun by me, but this version is mine.

Mystery Kids: My Own Spin on the Mystery Kids AU, but since I haven’t seen Psychonauts - it’s replaced with Danny Phantom. Because I can

[purpleturtle9000]

hey so presumably at some point my brain's gonna stop being a dumpster fire so whenever that occurs and i'm back to writing, i'll be working on everything but i can only do so much at one time

fic descriptions under the cut

something broke in me and i wanted to go home

Bayverse, Donnie POV, second movie AU. To defeat Krang, Leo gets sacrificed to Krang's dimension (yes I am ripping off Rise lmao). The remaining turtles stop at nothing to bring him back, but can't rescue their brother without Krang along for the ride.

i know exactly what i want and it's this life that we've created

ROTTMNT, future Leo POV, post-movie. wify sequel. In which our peepaw has several mental breakdowns, inflicts truly incredible violence on Jr's kidnappers, and finally realises his family loves him unconditionally along the way!

interdimensional

ROTTMNT, OC POV. Two years after being rescued from an evil laboratory and adopted into the turtle family, teenage mutant winter soldier Kestrel finds a lost and lonely yellow robot. He has to help Bee get home to the other Autobots - but really doesn't want his best friend to go.

dare to look him right in the eyes

ROTTMNT, multi POV, post-movie. Raph still has the Krang eye from when he was infected, causing no small amount of stress among the rest of his family. Drama and angst follow as their family breaks apart, and may or may not ever come back together.

is it still you or is it me?

ROTTMNT, Leo and Donnie POV, post-movie. Leo comes back from the prison dimension with a Krang brainworm trying to corrupt him from the inside out. Leo tries to handle it himself until it's too late and Donnie has to race against time to try to save him.

i wish i had more memories with you

Bayverse/ROTTMNT, Bay!Donnie POV, sequel to this family can bear any weather. By the time Nic's fixed the capacitor and can revisit his little brothers from an alternate universe, they're not so little any more. Shenanigans ensue, with a little bit of trauma and a whole lot of love.

reality check

ROTTMNT, future Leo POV, wify-verse. The Joneses go on a two-week-long road trip. Suddenly bereft of Child, Leonardo decides to hop across the multiverse adopting every teen Leo he can find. Tello would like him to put them all back and they are done asking politely (they adopt three).

i've slipped through the cracks between worlds

ROTTMNT, Casey Jr POV, post-s2 pre-movie. Through misuse of mystic powers and timeline shenanigans, Casey Jr ends up the caretaker of the baby versions of the four turtles. And also in the past. Better find the teen turtles before they end the world again... and so they can help babysit.

we were born to be together, torn apart, torn apart

ROTTMNT, multi POV pre-movie. The turtles find out that there were two other turtles created with them, thought lost to the fire in Draxum's lab. Big Mama's daughter is none too happy to have these idiots bothering her, but the other needs a rescue more than anything. Even if he tries to kill them on sight.

[pink-link-lemonade]

Could not think of what IH! Sonic would specifically say to King Sonic— I just thought along the lines of compliments on his skills in the kitchen or hospitality. I honestly just wanted an excuse to draw them interacting bc brainrot 💔

Also I just wanted to draw King Sonic

[SATBK AU: @weirdozjunkary]

[disorganizedkitten]

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Links may be finicky, in the meantime, if something looks interesting ask me about it!

Coldest Girl In Coldtown

And I Loved You So Much I Turned Around

Behind Borrowed Blood

Bloody Phosphenes

By Definition, We’re Not Insane Yet

If Home Is Where The Heart Is, Where Do The Heartless Rest?

Infected Pearl au

No Pandemic Au

Pearl Bach And The Horrible Terrible No Good Very Bad (88) Days

Thorns and Tombstones

Time Loop

"1800s" au

Harry Potter

A Conspiracy Of Errors

A Week In A Day

And Salt The Earth Behind You

Antithesis / Charlie's Demons

Arial Anarchy

Cobra Lily

Dark As Dried Blood

Dark Magic For Dummies

Emotional Support Cookies

Gentle As Flaking Blood

Harry Potter Does Not Exist (A Presentation)

Hyacinth

I'm Gonna Kill Santa Claus (But Uno Reverse)

Incubus

It’s Only Right As A Math Problem

Judge My Carmine Fingertips (It Won't Make Them Clean)

No Rest For The Wicked

Not Every Open Wound (Is Simply Healed By Time)

Not (Our Parents’) Children 

Nothing Like A Trail Of Blood To Lead You Home

Obliviate

Seven Months Away

Swing a Scepter, Wear A Crown

The Potter-Riddle foundation for abandoned children

The Soul Feels Like The Universe / I Feel As Though I've Been On This Earth Before

There Is Magic In Every Living Thing

Three War Orphans In A Magic Castle

War Crimes Verse

Win Come Late

You Held My Heart In Your Hands

Miraculous Ladybug

A Bug To Bee Talk

A Day In The Life Of - Mafia Au

A Miraculous Mix Up

A Study In Friendship

ANJR

Be Still My Undead Heart

Bursting Bubbles of Bad Luck

Chronicles of Ladybug and Baset

Climbing the Louvre

Depth of Cold

Four is Quantic but five is too

G-day: a celebration of Girlfriends and Glitter

Going outside (for more than the view)

Is It Really Safe?

It's in the blood

I’m Literally Right Here

Luck of the claws

Miracle Fighters

Moving Places

My Safety Isn’t The Concern

No Longer A Villian

Paper Lanterns

Plume Reign

Red’s the Color Of Your Heart

Rena

Scarlet Swords

Shades of Warmth

Sharing is Caring

Skipped a Step

Sunshine and Roses

The Marinette Lucky Charm

These Hopeless Helpless Miraculous-Wielding Romantics

We Recover Only To Be Broken Again

You’ll Survive

Crossover Fics

#girlsupportinggirls

Carrying capacity

Circus au / Into The Mixing Bowl

Closer Than Friends

Exchange of blades

Feathers and Shells

Geronimo Weasley

Ghostinette

Gifts Between Girls

How To Live (When You've Long Been Dead)

Immortal Children

Ivory Shadows

Jaded eyes, stolen stories (Jaded eyes, poached prophecies)

Jagged Leaves

Life goes on

Location Soulmate au

Marinette's Guide To Adopting The Local Vigilante

Power he knows not

Princess Mara au

Queen, Devil, Champion

Recruiting Red

Robbery chatfic

Seven Faces over Seven Continents

Switching and Swapping

Tales of the Tacticional Twins

Talon mindshare

Tim Drake-Wayne vs Albus Dumbledore

Trained Together

Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead

Wine Aunts Salt au

Wishes Fishes

My Hero Academia

Borrow

Hold Your Bloody Head Up High

How Long Can Someone Be Lost

Lost In Translation

They Call Them Feral

We're All Dead Here

Wingfic

Scooby-Doo

Eldritch Doos au 

Gang Soulmate au

Summer camp au

HTTYD

Dragonborn

The one where Dagur is a good brother

The one where Dragon Riders are their own tribe | Feral Hiccup au #1

The One where Dragons are actually Aliens

The one where everyone is secretly friends

The one where Heather and Mala pop in during HTTYD1

The one where Hiccup and his brother kill the red death before realizing they’re brothers | Feral Hiccup au #4

The one where Hiccup Gets Hurt in the ring

The one where Hiccup Runs Away (and meets the wingmaidens) | Feral Hiccup au #2

The One Where Stoick Suffers Despite His Best Efforts | Feral Hiccup au #5

The one with the human sacrifice except Dagur is a faithful husband and very offended | Feral Hiccup au #3

JCA

Hypermnesia

Reacquisition

Danny Phantom

Age Swap Au

Three Feet To The Left

Walk Beside My Corpse (It's the memory that decays)

Welfare Check

Other

In The Vacuum You Left Behind

Keep Me In Balance

Prerecognition

The Fuzzy Duckling

The Name of Frankenstein

The Paris Fic

We Dared Open The Door

Some fics did not make the list. Considering how many I have, that’s not a surprise. They can live in the docs for a little while longer.

If you wanna chat; ask box is always open, and otherwise there’s the shared discord (mostly HP but I WILL eventually get us an entire CGIC area).

 If you’re interested in other topics! Nino Lahiffe Appreciation Squad Discord - Ethereal Grimoire Discord - Maribat Insanity II (link upon request)

 Otherwise, a wild DK may be spotted but I don’t have rights to those links and I’d rather catch you by the throat from behind. ^~^

[shion-yu]

Day 23: Under a Spell

It's been a long minute, but finally adding an installment to Shu and Julian’s Sick Love AU verse for @sicktember by request. 2,500 words. Please remember this is the ONLY M-rated series I have on my blog, with TWs for severe medical abuse and manipulation by a doctor for his own pleasure! 

Control was something that Julian had always craved. When he was younger it was control over his home situation during his parents’ divorce; later it morphed into needing to be in control over his career and his patients’ lives. Now, it was Shu. 

Julian wanted to know every single working of Shu’s body, like it was something he could map out to complete accuracy. Of course he knew this wasn’t possible, but being a doctor, he got as close as he could to understanding each pathway inside of Shu. He had Shu’s inner workings down to the science of cells and energy. Each time he inoculated Shu with a new virus, he spent hours imagining the science of it all. He wished he could see the literal mechanism of each illness taking hold of his boyfriend. He wanted to be able to watch the invasion of each strain into Shu’s body, see his immune system fail again and again in containing the rapidly multiplying pathogenic load and then causing the physical responses that he loved to watch from the outside, too.

In the beginning it was only basic maladies that Julian could easily find in the lab: flu, RSV, strep, the common cold. Whatever was flooding the ER and infecting half of New York that week, Shu caught it too. Julian knew the workings of all of these, and he enjoyed plotting the course of Shu’s impending illness almost as much as seeing it present itself in reality. But after a while, Julian grew bored. He wanted a challenge that would cause less straightforward pathways and more fascinating puzzles for him to figure out. Most of all, he wanted to see the level of intensity of these illnesses increase. 

Shu’s now much weakened body made certain things possible that hadn’t been before. His immune system was destroyed, meaning Shu was now highly susceptible to less common, opportunistic infections. Legionnaires, mycobacterium strains, and pseudomonas were all potentially intriguing options, but after Shu had had a seizure Julian worried about going too far with one of those. He didn’t want Shu to become a vegetable, or worse die. That wasn’t part of his plan, and the unexpectedness of the seizure had honestly scared him into taking a several weeks long break to let Shu recover.

Now, though, Shu was talking about returning to work. It had only been a month since he’d been feeling better, but the man was frustratingly independent when it came to his career. Julian had barely let Shu leave the house since his seizure, telling Shu he was too delicate to risk it, but he could see Shu had become bored. He talked of getting a work from home job, as if perhaps it were something he could swing even when he wasn’t feeling well. Julian knew that even a remote job would consume Shu’s mind far too much though. Considering this, the fact that Julian felt Shu’s body was finally strong enough to bear another round of illness, and his own desire to once again take care of the person who he yearned to see suffer the most, Julian decided it was high time to bring something new home. 

After much contemplation on what to bring home, Julian settled on streptococcous pneumoniae in the form of aerosolized exposure to pneumococcal pneumonia. He chose to do this via contamination of the humidifier in their bedroom, done directly before he left for a twelve hours shift and before Shu had stirred for the morning. Julian had long ago installed an intense air purifying system that would cycle and clean the air every hour, so between that and vaccination Julian’s own risk would be minimal by the time he returned from work. Pnuemococcal was something Shu had been also vaccinated for, but Julian felt confident that Shu’s weakened immune system wouldn’t be able to handle the bacteria when introduced so directly. The interesting part would be to see how ill Shu became. Julian was hoping for something mild enough that it wouldn’t worry Julian, but severe enough that it would most certainly worry Shu and knock all thoughts of returning to work out of his head. A bout of pneumonia, Julian figured, would be perfect. And if it became too severe, he already knew which specific antibiotic to give Shu to cure him. 

He introduced the bacteria on a Monday morning, and by Tuesday evening Shu was clearly not feeling well. His face was pale and he went to bed early, turning down Julian’s offer to watch a movie. Shortly before midnight he ran a high fever. Julian had been anticipating this eagerly and purposely woke Shu once he knew consciousness would undoubtedly reveal sure signs of illness to Shu even if he was in denial.

“Darling,” he said gently, stroking Shu’s hot cheeks to wake him. Shu moaned and Julian shook his shoulder. “Shu, honey, I think you have a fever.”

As soon as Shu left the bliss of deep sleep, his jaw began to quiver and he was overtaken by a violent bout of chills. His teeth clattered together and he opened his eyes, bleary and his body confused by the pain it was coming into. “J-Julie?” He said weakly. He let out another low groan as he realized he was in the all too familiar and unpleasant state that came with a fever. “Oh, no.”

“I’m afraid you've caught something dreadful again,” Julian said delicately, a convincing look of sympathy on his face. Shu’s whole body shook and Julian pulled him closer, knowing Shu must be freezing. “My poor Shu.”

“How?” Shu whimpered, finding it difficult to talk through his chattering teeth. “I-I haven’t left the house, barely.”

Julian ran his fingers through Shu’s hair, knowing Shu liked the feeling of his cold fingers against his hot and prickly scalp. “I know. Your body is weak though. It can’t fight off even the most minor of germs. I told you you had to be extra careful.”

“I thought I was doing better,” Shu said, teary eyed and defeated as he nestled helplessly into Julian’s embrace. He had one fist clenched against his chest, and Julian knew Shu’s it must be aching. He imagined the thousands of alveoli in Shu’s inflamed lungs rapidly filling with infected pus, causing pain and a struggle to breathe. Shu’s body was releasing floods of cytokines to his brain, his white blood cells in overdrive as they tried to contain the illness by way of cranking up the heat. Each additional tenth of a degree put more and more strain on Shu’s heart and circulation, which in turn caused the rapid heart rate that Julian could feel as he palpated Shu’s radial artery. Each thump felt desperate. For Julian it was exhilarating. It had been too long.

Of course, Julian did not let his true feelings show. It was relatively easy to express the energy of his excitement as what appeared to be worry as he mopped Shu’s brow with a wet cloth and took Shu’s temperature. “I’m so sorry,” he crooned to his ailing partner. “You’ll be just fine. I’m going to take care of you.”

Shu nodded helplessly. What else could he do? Nothing. Just let Julian take care of him, as he had constantly over the past year. He couldn't rely on his own body - only on Julian.

Shu’s temperature was 103, but it peaked at nearly 104 the second night. His chest hurt and he couldn't breathe in without it burning, leaving him to suck in small, panting gasps. His whole body throbbed in pain, and he was too weak to even get to the bathroom by himself. The small amount of confidence he'd gained back during his short period of recovery quickly drained away along with his hopes for a return to work, just as Julian had planned.

Julian was always nearby, patient and gentle just as he had been all the other times. Shu tried to lift a glass of water to his lips and found himself too weak to do so, nearly spilling it on himself before Julian held it up for him and tilted the liquid so that Shu could drink. Shu took a few sips before pushing it away, coughing wetly. Each cough felt like imagined rubber bands slapping against his lungs. 

“It hurts,” he whimpered. He was practically begging for Julian to make it better by the tone of his voice, not that he knew what could be done. 

Julian put the glass of water aside and held him. “Where does it hurt? Tell me,” he said. 

“My chest,” Shu shivered. “My head. Everywhere.”

“I’m so sorry. You're going to feel better soon,” Julian told him. He sounded so tender yet confident. Shu yearned to believe him. Just like Shu believed Julian when Julian told him it was likely viral pneumonia - he could hear it from his chest, Julian said, and there was no need to go in for x-rays or testing yet. “Do you want to try a bath? I’ll carry you, if you want to.”

“No,” Shu whispered miserably. The baths helped sometimes, but couldn't even imagine how icy even lukewarm water would feel right now. Julian had already given him Tylenol, steroids and a nebulizer treatment, but none had helped. He would just have to wait it out and tell himself - practically begging to whatever entity might possibly be listening - that it would be over soon.

Of course to Julian, he knew none of the things he was giving Shu would help. The illness was bacterial, and he planned on quietly introducing penicillin only once he himself determined that Shu’s lungs would have reached their limit for needing treatment. At that point he would give Shu an IV and claim it was fluids for hydration. The Tylenol, oral steroids and nebulizer treatments certainly wouldn't help much in the meantime either - Julian was administering Shu sugar pills and infant doses of the nebulizer treatments. The concentration of medication to saline in the suspensions he emptied into the nebulizer was very much for show; they were strong enough only for Shu to taste there was something going in, regardless of how unhelpful they were in reality. He was sure to give Shu these breathing treatments every four hours on the dot, ever the dutiful caretaker. 

Shu’s cough continued to worsen. It sounded terribly wet, and felt worse. He filled tissues with thick, dark phlegm and practically lost his voice from the strain on his throat. Sometimes these fits were so long that he would vomit, or his lips would turn dusky purple as he struggled to obtain enough oxygen during these terrible spasms. At night Julian sat behind Shu and held him up as he struggled to stay conscious during his breathing treatments. Julian held the mouthpiece for him and uttered words of comfort - that he was so strong, and special to Julian, and it would be okay. Those words were all Shu had to hang on to.

“You need to go to work,” Shu told Julian feebly. He didn’t want to be alone, but Julian had already missed so many days on his account over the past year. “I can call my mom.”

“She doesn’t know how to take care of you like I do,” Julian shot this down immediately. “You need more than soup and tea. I’m not going anywhere.”

True to his word, Julian barely left the bedroom as Shu struggled through his illness. Whenever he woke, he only needed to look around for a few seconds before locating Julian’s omnipresent figure. “Julie,” Shu would call for him weakly. Each time he woke up, he felt so horrible that he wished he hadn’t. “It hurts.”

“I know,” Julian shushed him. “It’s okay. I know.”

He did know. He knew exactly how sick Shu was, how the bacterial infection was moving very quickly and soon, if he didn’t administer the proper antibiotics, Shu would develop sepsis. He knew Shu hated the hospital, and he preferred to take care of Shu here in their home. For the sake of being realistic, though, he told Shu, “I think we need to get you to a hospital,” after a particularly long and painful coughing fit. 

“Please no,” Shu groaned. “Can’t you treat me here? I don’t want to go.”

Julian had to force himself not to smile. It was one of his greatest pleasures when Shu seemed to believe Julian could do anything. “Okay. I’ll try,” he said earnestly. Then he skillfully inserted an IV in Shu’s AC and ran fluids with a piggyback of penicillin. Even though he was underdosing Shu, the difference was rapid. Shu responded to the antibiotics and fluids, his fever dropping to a much more tolerable 101 range by the next morning. 

The cough was still especially painful for Shu though. Julian closed his eyes and listened to the hacking sound, rubbing Shu’s back and letting the vibrations of Shu’s efforts travel down his own arm. Shu was on his hands and knees in bed, gasping for air. “I can't breathe,” he managed to croak, barely understandable as he choked on the words and continued to cough. 

“Let’s try another breathing treatment,” Julian said. “And if it doesn't help, I’ll give you some extra steroids.” This time he set Shu up with an actual adult dose of medication to inhale, and lo and behold, another miracle. Shu lay bonelessly against Julian’s chest afterwards, exhausted and finally able to rest now that he wasn't exerting all of his effort into sucking in oxygen. 

Julian stroked his hair, his fingers tingling as they made contact with Shu’s hot scalp. The fever, although no longer critical, was still more than obvious. He could feel Shu’s hot puffs of breath on his bare shoulder. “You’re doing so well,” Julian crooned to him. “Don't worry about anything.” 

“I’m so tired,” Shu whispered. “What if it's always like this?”

Julian knew Shu didn't just mean this one illness. He meant the entire state of his life: the weakness. The fragile immune system. Being unable to work. It was a nightmare for Shu, whose self pride was so intertwined in his ability to be a productive citizen. But what Shu didn't know was Julian preferred him as he was: helpless and begging for Julian to save him. Julian got off on being the hero for Shu again and again, and he knew he wouldn't ever grow tired of it. He’d give Shu breaks, but it was always going to be like this if Julian had any say in the matter. Julian had never been happier.

“I’ll take care of you,” Julian said confidently. “I promise. You have nothing to worry about.”

Shu hid his face in Julian’s chest. Julian could feel the dampness of tears against his skin. “I’m sorry,” Shu said.

“Don't apologize,” Julian told him. “You’re the only one for me. I love you no matter how you are.”

But especially like this.

[higekki]

quick verse overview for my canon divergent kny characters:

kanae: survives the battle with douma, but only barely. isn’t able to fight to the same degree in the aftermath. sustained serious injuries that left her with chronic pain & mobility issues as well as hear loss due to an infection. spends most of her time at the butterfly mansion tending to the wounded and still gives her all to the slayers in this fashion.

kotoha (human): basically a “douma lied” verse, she is still majorly injured in the fall but he doesn’t eat her for whatever reason and she survives but with memory issues. she knows that she’s missing something, but she doesn’t know what. probably ends up in an orphanage caring for children bc it feels like that’s what she’s missing

kotoha (demon): similar to the above, but she was made a demon instead. loses all memory of her former life except the fact that she’s missing her baby, loves children, and hates specifically abusive men. only willing to feed on men who are abusive to their wives or kids. kinda like a lowkey vigilante about it but for all the wrong reasons. probs collects orphaned kids but is low key very “mother knows best” with them.

tsutako: survives the demon attack, but her fiance is killed. ends up in a long coma & her family doesn’t if she’ll live or not. eventually wakes up and is like “where tf is my baby brother?” and sets out looking for him. pushes very hard to join the slayers once she finds giyu. if he won’t teach her to fight someone will. not exceptionally gifted as a fighter, but she holds her own.

koyuki: I write my koyuki as a reincarnation who gets to do all the things that she couldn’t in her past life. so basically just koyuki but healthy and in the taisho era. 100% somehow ended up a slayer because the poetic justice is irresistible.

ruka: lives, but had to stay in a hospital in tokyo for several years in order to get well enough to come home. it was really touch and go. room here for shinjuro to still be a drunken asshole or to have not been and we get a nice au where the rengoku boys aren’t abused, but I default to staying as close to canon as possible

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #7

Prompt: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Fandom/OCs: Rockstar ‘verse OCs (Vic)

Words: 2360

Sicknario inspo: Intentionally getting sick from this post and keeping someone company when they’re sick from this post. 

CW: Lots of swearing and general crass “locker room” talk but nothing explicitly s*xual. 

Author’s comments/background: One of my favorite things I wrote this year, and the next thing I write will also probably be for this AU. I was quite happy with how the banter came out and just loved being able to apply this scenario so flawlessly. Again, the prompt basically wrote itself, I just leant it some OCs and extra words. 

For those that recall my previous Rockstar fic from Sicktember last year, (or want to check it out here) this is set prior to Vic meeting Addison, but not much prior. This was probably the last time he got sick before meeting her, though I don’t have an official timeline for them at the moment. 

Same disclaimer as prior, I have no experience with the music industry whatsoever, so forgive any glaring errors if they exist. 

~~~***~~~

He had sat through plenty of recording sessions before, but this felt like the longest one of his life. Vic tried not to be too obvious as he checked his watch yet again. They should have finished more than an hour ago, and Chinese takeout was calling his name. He did his best not to glare at every single person in the room, but he was mad at each of them, whether they deserved it or not. 

He idly wondered why he was in such a bad mood. He used to love recording when he first got into all this. It was the place he felt the most like himself, the place he could ignore everyone else and just focus on the music. He’d sat through one too many sessions apparently, though, and he couldn’t stand one more minute of hearing other people’s opinions about his music. He just wanted to be alone for a while. 

He was about to mumble something along those lines to Fletcher, but was annoyed with himself when he turned to Fletcher's usual seat and Fletcher was not there, as had been the case for the last two days. He'd never been jealous of someone for having a cold before, but today he was. Fletcher was probably sitting at home in the peace and quiet, watching TV or snacking or doing whatever he damn well pleased. Which is exactly what Vic wanted to be doing. 

Then, Vic had an idea. He COULD be doing that… if he got sick too. And finding a way to see Fletcher would be an easy way to catch something… if he was actually willing to go that far. 

But was he? It was certainly a convenient time. The only things on his calendar for the next few days were publicity bullsh*t. And more goddamn recording. Which he could make up whenever. But was he actually considering going to another man's house and finding a way to infect himself with that man's germs? He glanced over to see the producer yelling at one of the sound techs. Yes, he decided. He was ready to do anything to get away for a few days. 

The rest of the session was a blur as he was lost in planning his great escape and psyching himself up for what he needed to do. He had a ready-made excuse to get himself into Fletcher’s apartment: Vic was already planning to get Chinese food, and he could easily pick some up for his sick buddy, especially since Fletcher loved Chinese more than anyone he knew. No, getting in the door would be the easy part. What came after that, though, required mental preparation. 

~~~

He was at Fletcher's door less than an hour after bolting from the studio, two greasy takeout bags in hand. He had to knock several times before the door opened, which made him panic a little, thinking his friend had gone somewhere else to recover. But the sick man finally appeared, clearly having been woken from sleep and none-too-happy about it. 

"The f*ck d'you want?" the Brit groused, rubbing his red eyes. "I was sound asleep, ya twat."

"Nice to see you too. You might wanna rethink how you greet someone who's bringing you food."

"Why the hell would you do that? You bloody well know I'm f*ckin' sick." Still, he eyed the bags hungrily. A helpful breeze blew the smell of the hot food right toward him, and Vic hoped he could smell it, though judging by his congested voice he probably couldn't.

"Obviously I know you're sick, that's why I'm doing it. I wanted to check on you, make sure you're doing okay. Also, has anyone ever told you you're a jerk when you're sick? Because you are."

"I'm always a jerk. And ya could've called before walking your ass to my door, wanker." 

"We basically just got out of the session. Didn't have much chance to call."

"Oh, so there was no chance at all to give a ring during the half hour wait for the food? Right, mate. I'll believe that." Fletcher rolled his eyes, but Vic could tell he was pleased. 

"Oh shut up. Ya gonna invite me in or what?"

The other man looked confused now. "No need for that. It's a f*ckin' biohazard zone in here. I feel f*ckin' disgusting. I know I look it too. Wouldn't want you to catch anything. I'll just take it." He held out his hand for the bags. 

Vic was persistent and didn't relinquish his hold. "I was actually planning to eat with you. I don't care about your germs, and I don't wanna deal with all the traffic back to my place before I get to eat. And like I said, I wanted to check on you. Keep you company for a bit."

Fletcher rolled his eyes again. "You're a strange one, mate. But whatever. Suit yourself. Just don't cry to me when you've caught this in a day or two."

"Oh I definitely won't," Vic thought to himself as he followed his friend inside. He made sure to be the one to close the door, grabbing the doorknob as soon as the other man let go, then nonchalantly rubbing his hand across his nose when Fletcher's back was turned. Everyone knows doorknobs are the place to start if you want to catch something. Speaking of which, the bathroom was his next target. The cleanliness of the bathroom in this apartment was questionable on the best day. Today Vic was certain it would be the perfect place to ensure his plan came to fruition. 

He set the bags of food on the coffee table as Fletcher flopped back onto the couch, where he'd clearly been spending a lot of time. Vic slid one of the bags to him. 

"I got you the beef and broccoli. And egg rolls obviously. Extra sweet and sour."

"Winner. Thanks for bringing this, by the way. If I haven't said that already." Fletcher took the food eagerly, looking pleased as he surveyed the contents.

"You're welcome. You'd do the same for me."

"No I bloody well wouldn't. The hell are you on about?"

"You're right," Vic laughed. "It just seemed like the thing to say I guess. Mind if I use the loo? Gotta piss like a racehorse."

"I'd piss outside with the bears if I were you. You don't wanna go in there. Ain't been cleaned since I got sick. And don't say loo, you sound like a tool."

"There's no bears in the city, assface," Vic replied. As if it were an afterthought, he picked up the mess of used tissues from the table, giving Fletcher a look as he gingerly began to carry them to the bathroom with him.

"Leave 'em. I was gonna take care of 'em."

"Well I'm not about to eat with them next to my food," Vic retorted. "Just shut up and eat."

He left the swear-y Brit muttering to himself about idiot Americans as he shut himself in the bathroom. 

He did dispose of the tissues, but not before thoroughly running his hands over them, feeling very strange as he did so. He reflexively cringed away as a finger hit a particularly wet spot, but upon further consideration, he rubbed that hand under and around his nose again, feeling dirty somehow. For the final touch, he grabbed a water cup from beside the sink which still held a few ounces of water, likely from the last time Fletcher had taken medicine. Trying not to think about what he was doing, he put his mouth right where his friend's had been and swallowed down the rest of the water, though he couldn't keep from making a face. Feeling thoroughly skeevy, but grimly satisfied that the deed was done, he actually used the toilet (because he really did have to piss) and pretended to wash his hands. 

Fletcher was steadily eating when he reemerged, but the sick man was clearly hampered by his dripping nose and kept scrubbing it into his shoulder or against his wrist. He really didn't look well and Vic felt sorry for him. 

"You need a water or anything?" Vic asked.

"Just sit the f*ck down and eat, Jesus. You're acting like a pussy."

Vic rolled his eyes but did as he was told, grabbing his own food at last. "I'm just trying to help. You seem pretty sick. Are you sure you're okay?"

He expected another smart-ass reply but Fletcher finally sighed. "I'm hanging in. Lila's been checking on me, making sure I have stuff. It's only a cold. I just like to piss and moan."

"Well that's good at least. Hopefully that means you're back at work soon. The sessions are such a drag when you're gone."

"Damn right they are. Has Sam pulled his head out of his ass about the new tracks yet?"

They delved into shop talk from there until they had both finished eating. Vic made his exit shortly thereafter, since Fletcher was clearly ready to get some more sleep once his stomach was full. Vic tried not to think much about what he'd done as he drove home, though a sense of shame continued to linger. Still, a few days off, days when he wouldn't even have to leave his bed if he didn't want to, would be well worth anything he was feeling right now. 

~~~

Two mornings later, he was thrilled when he woke up with a sore throat and an itchy nose, and he had to keep from smiling to himself as the cold developed nicely through the rest of the day. By evening his breaths were distinctly phlegmy, breathing through his nose was a lost cause, and he was catching more than a few stray sneezes into his elbow. Even the budding sinus headache didn't dampen his mood. He made it a point to make a big deal about his symptoms to anyone nearby so no one would be surprised when he canceled his obligations for the next few days. 

The morning after that, he woke up with the same disgusting cold he'd seen on Fletcher earlier in the week, and he wasted no time in calling everyone to say he would not be around for a few days, making sure to sound as sick as possible, which wasn't a difficult feat in his current state. He really did feel shitty and gross, but he could be home and feel shitty and gross. He could sleep and watch TV and play video games all he wanted. He needed that more than he could possibly express. 

His phone ringing interrupted that first languid afternoon. He shook himself awake from his most recent nap, expecting to ignore the call, but wanting to check who it was just in case. He frowned upon seeing Fletcher's name on the screen and decided to answer. 

"Oy! Where you at? They said you're sick, that true?"

"Yep, it's true," Vic sniffled. 

"Well shite. It's not what I have, is it?"

"I dunno. Maybe. I don't think I was around anyone else that's been sick." 

"Aww hell. Tough luck, that."

"It's whatever. I guess a cold was coming for me one way or another."

"Oh it's coming, all right. It ain't no cold though, mate. I have some kind of flu."

An icy finger of worry slid down Vic's spine. "Oh crap," the singer croaked.

"Got that right. Lila had to bring me to the hospital the day after I saw you. Started feeling strange the next day, couldn't stay awake and all spinny. I was burning by the time I saw Lila. Had a fever of 104 when we got to the hospital. They kept me overnight for safety. You had a fever at all?"

"No," Vic said weakly. "I don't think so anyway."

"Well if you caught what I have you will. Best keep an eye on that."

"But you're feeling better now, right?" Vic asked desperately. "You're back at the studio today."

"Hell no. I feel like hot garbage. Wearin' a sweater for the damn chills. Can still barely stay awake. I can't afford to miss any more work, though. And they were begging me. I had to."

"Well shit," Vic mumbled. "That's just great."

"Hey, you were the one that chose to come into my place. I told you not to cry when you got sick. But I wanted to call and warn you. Sounds like your fate is already sealed, though."

"Sounds like it," Vic sighed. "I appreciate the warning anyway. Hope you feel better soon, Fletch."

"You too. Cheers." 

The line went dead, and Vic let the phone fall, staggering to his feet as his head throbbed with sinus pressure. He scrambled to locate the thermometer in the medicine cabinet, popping it into his mouth immediately. He fearfully checked the screen when it beeped, but he was only at 99.0. Not really a fever… yet. 

He shuffled his way back to the couch and flopped down with a wheezy sigh. His best hope was that he caught a milder version of what Fletcher had, but now he would need to be checking his temperature regularly. He had no Lila to look in on him, no roommates, no one that would think to check on him, at least for a few days. He was on his own, for better or worse. Generally, that was how he preferred it. He had never considered before that living alone could be dangerous, though.  

But for now he was okay. For now, it just felt like a cold, and maybe it wouldn't progress beyond that. He let himself relax, and the sleepy fog of sickness was quick to cover him again. He had paid a price for this free time, and he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

[allylikethecat]

Hi ally! how are you?! how’s Pop??

no comments or complaints from me about my day it was boring in the best way possible i had a bomb salad for lunch and now im gonna make myself some spaghetti for dinner (gotta offset my healthy lunch with a bowl of carbs 😉)

todays update was so so sad!! :( fictional! george and matty are allergic to communication (mostly cause matty was drunk af in this chapter tbf) i am really glad that matty is back home and safe i was getting nervous that he was out making bad decisions but jamie and ross to the rescue made it better. once again baby is going through it and its parents are having big feelings that they need to sort out like NOW cause atp baby’s gonna be born and immediately want to crawl back inside its womb after seeing the chaos that is its life haha in all realness though i love this fic sm and you never miss 🩷

tst!!: how old are the fictional george and matties in your fics? are they all based on irl eras of the guys or are there any where like one of their looks is from this era and the other looks like they did in that era?

does fictional! george ever get tired of being the “tougher” one in all the different universes? does he ever just want matty to take care of him or is that’s something he doesn’t really think about? how do the matties feel about always being the ig more “emotional” one? does he ever just wanna be in charge of george

Hello My Dear Smoothie Anon!! (I saw your other ask letting me know this was you lol) As always it is an absolute joy to hear from you!

I'm happy to hear you had a good, uneventful day and a yummy salad! I am the most basic of girlies - a chicken caesar salad with a side of french fries and a diet coke is like my ideal meal (other than chicken tendies) lol I hope you enjoyed your pasta as well!

Thank you so much for reading! I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed the new chapter even with the Big Sad. Poor Fictional!Matty is really going through it! There is a very important, and very painful conversation that needs to be had between Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George when Fictional!Matty is sober. He very much wants to continue to make bad decisions but Fictional!Jamie and Fictional!Ross are there to support and keep an eye on him 🩵 you're so right though poor baby's parents gotta get it together before they are born!

YAY! Talk Shop Tuesday!! 🎉

How old are Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George in my fics this is a very good question!

Make Way for Ducklings - Fictional!Matty is 27 (about to turn 28) and Fictional!George is 26 and both look as they did during that time period

All The King's Horses - Both are 27 - Fictional!Matty looks pretty pretty similar to 27-29 year old Matty whereas Fictional!George is kind of like a blend of George at that age with bleached hair George ... i loved the bleached buzz cut lol

On a Friday - Fictional!Matty is 34 and Fictional!George is 33 - they look like their present day counterparts except Fictional!Matty didn't cut the curls off (in that universe they started working on their sixth album AFTER ATVB instead of continuing on to SATVB)

The Infection Verse - At the end of the Christmas Fic they were 34 and 33, however, they will be 35 and 34 in the next Birthday fic update! Their appearances match their IRL appearances

Honorable Mention:

You Know Where the City Is - Fictional!Matty is 25 and Fictional!George is 24 and they both look like they did during that era

The Vampire AU - Fictional!George is 26 and Fictional!Matty is 27 and despite Fictional!Matty's previous belief Fictional!George has only been 26 a few months - his birthday was in March

In my fics (at least so far!) Fictional!George has a lot of anxiety surrounding Fictional!Matty and taking care of him is his way of self soothing and assuring himself that Fictional!Matty is okay. Historically, Fictional!Matty also hasn't been the best caregiver even when he does try. However, particularly in the Infection Verse as they work through those issues and Fictional!George starts to let Fictional!Matty be there for him, and take care of him as well! I will say though, OAF Fictional!Matty might get to take charge later on 👀

Thank you SO MUCH for this wonderful, wonderful ask and for always being so absolutely lovely and supportive!! I love seeing your asks in my inbox! I hope you continue to enjoy my fics and that you are having a wonderful Tuesday and a GREAT rest of your week!

❤️Ally

EDITED TO ADD: I forgot to say how Pop was he is very good lol He was making all kinds of grumpy faces at me this morning and I pulled out my phone to take a picture of them to send my mom and then he decided he was going to put his ears up and be all cute and sweet looking he was like "look how cute I am I would NEVER EVER make angry grumpy faces at my mom, not me!"

[mistrdctr]

Verse Description: Wild West / Cowboy AU.

Set somewhere in the 18- to 19-hundreds. Verse Tag: V; Wild West

Stephen Strange is a known Doctor as well as a ranch-man (Cowboy), owning said small ranch and some horses at the outskirts of the small town he lives in. He's divorced from his ex-wife Christine Palmer, who moved to the 'big city' once the two separated; Rumors have it that he was either a bad husband to her, or that she might have been a bad wife to him, but opinions are divided in that regard.

The true reason for their separation, however, is that Christine found out about Stephen secretly being gay, which hurt her greatly; With her being a decent person, though, she kept the secret to herself and didn't tell anyone as she moved away so as to protect her ex-husband from possible harassment.

While homosexuality isn't officially illegal at that point, it is still very much frowned upon, with the Church having a great influence on everybody's life - to be homosexual is a sin, and whoever is, is considered to be forsaken by god (and will never go to heaven).

Stephen lives on his own on the ranch now, treating patients with utmost care and exceeding skill. People appreciate him for being so experienced; He's known to treat people more successfully than most other Doctors do, his careful and diligent methods of caring for injuries resulting in lot less people dying from infections and other diseases.

They don't really appreciate him for being a bit rude sometimes, however - he's quite snappy at times, likes to make (sometimes degrading) comments from time to time, having turned a bit sour and bitter over the years of him being alone and rather secluded.

NOTE: This verse does not include any magic, Stephen is a normal man without any superpowers.

About shipping: As told in the verse description, Stephen is homosexual and does not have any sexual as well as romantic interest in women at all. He is being a friend for them, though, and appreciates the companionship to the ones he gets along with. He also sees women as equal and thinks they should have the same rights as men - he also openly defends them in case they are being harassed in any shape or form. Icons used for this verse: The Power Of The Dog (Movie)

Name: Stephen Strange Title(s): Doctor Age: 46 Gender: Cis Male Sexuality: Straight (Homosexual, kept a secret) Height: 6'0'' Occupation: Doctor, Ranch-man (Cowboy) Marital Status: Divorced Kids: None Significant other: None Current home: A ranch at the outskirts of the small town he lives in, somewhere in the USA