#nick clark angst

[cicadasmoth]

some more 8b trick but angst

[obsxssedwithstuff]

Marshmallows

(angst/hurt fanfic, no happy ending, listen to Nick cave and the bad seeds - O children)

They were somewhere in Colorado, clearing a store whose size they’d underestimated. No matter how many wasted they killed, the growling didn’t stop and more came.

Nick had just opened a door when he got swarmed by the undead inside. He stabbed one, then another, blood blood blood. It was everywhere, on his face, his hands, arms, shirt, everything. Teeth clicked at him, accompanied by a low snarling. They tried to bite him, his arms, his body. He twisted and turned, shoving, stabbing.

Troy ran to save him from two aisles over. Shooting them in the head one after the other, his full focus on Nick, not noticing the infected creeping up behind him.

Two pulled him to the ground from behind, he stumbled and fell backwards, landing on his backside as another clung to his leg, and though he shot them in time and the adrenaline kept him and Nick both safe from getting torn apart once again, Nick couldn’t help but worry.

“Troy?!” he rushed over to him, still sitting on the ground and started frantically checking for bites, the arms, the legs. And his waist.

When Nick slowed his panicked movements Troy noticed what looked like bite marks in his friend’s shirt. “Nick,” he carefully lifted the shirt to reveal a bite, which he’d rather not have seen. “You too,” Nick sighed, leaning back to sit on the ground opposite to Troy. They just sat there in that empty store, thinking.

After a while, Troy made a disgusted face and shook his head, “I’m not dying like that” his voice cracked, “I’m not letting you die like that.” And he reached a for his gun, lowering his head so that Nick wouldn’t see the tears welling in his eyes.

He wasn’t afraid of dying back at the ranch, but now he would’ve liked to spend so much more time with this newfound freedom, with Nick.

Before Troy could say the next thing Nick got up wincing, stretched out his hand, “well, we’re not dead yet,” and cocked his head to the side with a light smile, “still got things to do.”

That evening they sat around a fire at the top of a mountain and watched the sunset. The smell of marshmallows engulfed them in a certain sweetness and neither would’ve imagined the apocalypse could be this good.

It wasn’t ideal and neither was really hungry but the sun’s red and golden light, the cool breeze and the slight splashing of the nearby stream made for a beauty they wouldn’t have appreciated before.

They sat next to each other while Troy turned his marshmallow over the flames, “Love.”

“What?”

“Have you ever been in love, Nicky?”

“I don’t know, maybe” and he thought back to Luciana, and to Gloria. “I think so, it’s hard to know.”

Troy looked at his marshmallow intently, “what’s it like?”

“Well, it’s not universal but… for starters, you like being around them and…”

“you value their life over yours?” Troy quickly added.

“Yeah. Yeah… you’d- you’d do anything for them. I think that’s the essence of love,” he looked at Troy, who was shivering some, still roasting his marshmallow but already preparing the next one with his clumsy left hand. Nick noticed how he’d occasionally miss the bag or stick by a few inches and then fully turn his head and very carefully, with a trembling hand, try again. He noticed the scar that had formed on his palm and the back of his hand.

“I’m sorry” and when Troy raised his head with a confused look, “about that,” Nick carefully lifted his fingers almost to his temple and made a face, pulling his hand back early. “Does it hurt?”

And Troy thought about his answer, “not more than everything else” or a joking “I don’t feel pain”, maybe a simple “what doesn’t?”. The pain came in waves, some days were better and some worse but it never really went away; he just nodded.

“I once heard someone say that the person you love is like a drug, they might be dangerous or deadly, but you’ll never get enough of them,” he was handed a perfectly crispy and soft marshmallow.

“Are you afraid? Of dying?” Troy asked, changing the subject.

Nick swallowed the last piece of his marshmallow, “No… Sad, disappointed, but not afraid.”

“I would’ve wanted to spend some more time with you…” and they sat there with only the crackle of the fire and the splashing of the stream to break the silence. They had been away for some time now, probably a few months, since the dam went up.

Nick chuckled “Well, we’ll be together till death do us part,” and he grinned at Troy, finding the absurdity amusing. He watched a smile spread across Troy’s face after he’d gotten over the initial surprise.

They put out the fire and walked to the little wooden cabin whose windows were broken and whose bedroom wall was stained with blood. There was one bed, like most other places they came across. It helped to feel another persons warmth in the cold nights. It was no different than sharing a bed with their sibling or a friend at a sleepover. Most of all, it was practical.

They walked and with every third step, their hands would brush - just briefly - and it almost seemed unintentional. But heck, they had no more than a day left to live, so if that’s what they chose to do with their last hours so be it - there was nobody around to judge anyway.

As the blanket covered them, warmed them, their hands lay entwined and neither said a word. A single tear, falling onto the bed. A barely there whisper, saying “I love you”.

And Nick turned onto his side and held Troy’s hand up to his chest.

And Troy turned onto his side and moved as close to Nick as he could and pressed his forehead against Nick’s chest, the “I love you” louder this time, accompanied by a shaky breath.

“I don’t want to die, Nick.” And he cried, and the last person he had left held him closer, because what else was there to do?

And when he stopped crying, Nick said “I love you”. But he didn’t know it was also when he stopped breathing.

“No. No Troy! Troy?” With shaking hands he cups his face, hands made wet by the last of Troy’s tears. Gently he runs his thumb over Troys scars, tears now streaming down his own face.

His breaths short and his throat tight, he reaches for the gun under the pillow. “I love you,” he plants the quickest, most gentle kiss on Troy’s lips, “I’m sorry,” and shoots him.

Everyone he’s ever known visits him one last time before he shoots himself too - and is with his last person.

Suicide-proof.

With a ringing in his ears and crushing pain in his head, he feels himself dying, a slow and painful death but it lasts until the sun comes up again. All thoughts are blocked out by the pain and Nick is almost thankful for that, but when he’s finally out - well, there’s nothing left.

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[thesameselfdestruction]

Oooh so good!!!

So I just found out Luciana is confirmed for s4 and since I am a super petty bitch was wondering if you could write a trick fic where Troy lives and eventually ends up running into luci and nick. Nick has this relationship crisis but ends up choosing Troy? Idk if you can make this short enough for just a req fic but hey worth a shot to ask right? (never stop writing btw please)!!!!!!!

Sorry it took me a while to get to this one, I too am a bit of a petty bitch about this situation (mostly because I think they’re going to have them get back together like nothing ever happened between them in the first place), so I’ll gladly give this a shot.  

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No Choice

Parings: Nick Clark x Luciana Galvez & Nick Clark x Troy Otto

Warnings: ANGST, Self-Destructive Behavior, Drama, A nauseating level of fluffy feels, Love Confessions, First Kisses

Notes: Thanks to @anon-ai for helping with the parts of the story in Spanish. I really appreciate it.

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[farfromstrange]

Do No Harm

CHAPTER TWO: Imposter Syndrome

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: You've been trying your hardest to focus on your work, but there is something else that is bothering you. Claire decides to give you a call and check up on you. It seems like both of you are keeping secrets of your own, and then there is this handsome lawyer who refuses to leave your mind after he quite literally burst your little bubble of solitude...

Warnings for this chapter: Slight angst, mentions of domestic violence, Reader's POV, use of reader's fake name

Word Count: 4.3k

A/n: It took me a few tries to finish this chapter because I couldn't, for the life of me, settle on a plot, but I think I've got it figured out now. I didn't do the classic "this scene from another POV", I switched it up a bit, so what happened in chapter one isn't repeated word for word. I think it flows better like this. I hope you guys like it, and thank you for your support so far! I really appreciate it.

Read Chapter 2: Imposter Syndrome on AO3.

The human body holds up to six liters of blood. Without saline or a blood transfusion, losing more than two liters can be fatal—and every drop lost after that decreases your chance of survival. A paper cut won’t kill you, but a gunshot wound might. It’s a simple equation that doesn’t require a medical degree to solve. 

If the human body experiences trauma though, everything is on the line. A nicked vessel or artery can lead to a bloodbath. Trauma to any of the major organs can lead to internal bleeding and cause the body to suffer fatal consequences. You could lose too much blood too fast, or the blood could travel to your brain, and you could herniate. 

Depending on the place of injury, trauma can lead to a large number of complications that are therefore a threat to life. But it’s not just blood that the human body needs to survive; oxygen is another vital player in the game against time. Without it, the brain dies, and if the brain is dead, there is nothing anyone can do to bring you back.

Many things could kill a human being, and many complications could occur in a split second, and that makes trauma an unpredictable event. 

Your fingers instantly stop moving over the keys of your computer when the black phone on your desk starts screaming. At first, your eyes switch to your phone, but you have any non-emergent calls silenced. That explains it. 

You flinch. You suddenly become painfully aware of the city’s lights shining on you from behind, the blue light of your laptop illuminating your face and causing your pupils to shrink, and the bulb in your desk lamp that is flickering every so often, reminding you that you need to switch it sometime soon. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose, then press the acceptance button. You answer the phone. “This is Doctor Clarke at Metro General,” you say. “How can I help you?”

“Jesus,” the familiar voice reaches your ears, and you let out an almost annoyed sigh. “You sound like hell,” Claire answers. 

“And you don’t sound sick,” you retort. 

You aren’t sure what to make of her sudden mystery illness, or why she didn’t tell you and you had to find out from the hospital administrator who was losing it over the fact that her favorite nurse called out sick that morning. 

The phone goes silent for a short moment before she says, “It’s complicated.”

“Hey, we all need sick days sometimes,” you shrug. “Just took us all by surprise, is all.”

“Are you trying to turn this around on me so we won’t have to talk about you?”

Your lips part in a dry chuckle. “Is this about me?” you ask, even though you know very well that it is. You’re the one trying to deflect.

“You silenced your phone.”

With another sigh, you push the stack of papers you’ve been working on aside and take the next folder from the pile. “I’m fine.” You hold the X-ray picture up to the light, squinting your eyes. “Just... splendid, yeah. You want me to do a psych eval? Urine sample? My social security number?”

You can physically hear her roll her eyes at your comment. “Can’t I just be worried about you without you taking it like a personal attack?”

It’s a loaded, rhetorical question asked in a tone that you are more than familiar with. It is a train wreck waiting to happen, but Claire is your friend—a very caring friend, too—and she hardly ever lets loose when she wants to know something. 

She knows you better than anyone, after all. She knows everything, even the parts you swore to never talk about again—parts you swore you would take to the grave. 

That is the purpose of a new life, isn’t it? Forgetting the past ever happened, then moving on? If that could actually heal trauma, life would be so much easier. Unfortunately, denial tends to make the wounds bleed faster. You will die faster if you keep it all bottled up, but it’s easier said than done when it comes to reality. Sometimes, denial is the only luxury you can afford for yourself, even if it slowly kills you. 

You have seen your fair share of traumatic injuries pass in and out of the emergency room over the years. Not just physically but mentally as well. There is only a small margin of error in an even smaller time frame in which traumatic injuries can be treated without lifelong consequences. The scars though, they remain forever. 

“Look,” Claire continues softly, “I’m worried about you. I know you hate talking about yourself, but every once in a while, I have to make sure you’re alright and not... falling apart or something.”

You swallow thickly, the lump slowly starting to hurt your esophagus. “Why would I be falling apart?” you question, but your voice no longer has the same level of conviction in it. 

Feigned confidence doesn’t go a very long way, you’ve noticed. You can’t stand your ground when you don’t believe in where you’re standing. 

“A little birdy told me you had a bad day. That’s why.”

In the halls of a hospital—any hospital—word travels faster than lightning. You roll your eyes, but you don’t know what to say. She isn’t wrong. You did have a bad day. Your blood is still boiling. Everything in you feels a hundred pounds heavier. You may not be falling apart because there is not much of a foundation left to fall apart, but the feeling is eerily similar. 

You used to be a beloved surgeon at a prestigious hospital for all five years of your residency, but with each year that passed, what had once been just a spark turned into gigantic flames that slowly began torching your skin. They burned your flesh and dragged it down to your fragile bones. Your body went into shock over the years. You became septic. And it almost killed you, too. 

Your heart froze in place before it miserably cracked. It didn’t take long before the inferno took over every last crevice of your life. It burnt out everything that was remotely good for you. You were so dependent on something—someone—that was slowly poisoning you. 

You ran for months. You moved from State to State, you changed your name and your whole identity twice. You tried everything to get away, but your demons kept haunting you. The distance between you and your old life grew bigger until eventually, you reached the other side of the country, hundreds of miles from the hell you escaped from. There was nothing left in your past to exist for, so you became someone else. You lost yourself and gained a stranger’s identity in return. Someone who wasn’t scarred from a battle that she almost fully lost. 

You thought it would be easy to pretend to be someone else, someone without the same wounds that have been inflicted on you, but that turned out to be the wrong thing to believe. 

Claire’s voice rings out again. “What’s going on with you, Liv?” she asks.

You’re not really present at the moment, but this time, you hear her. 

You shake your head. “Nothing.” It’s a blatant lie, but it rolls over your tongue so easily, you are tempted to believe it yourself before your friend even can.

“You keep zoning out,” she says. “You’re not helping your case.”

“It’s been a long day, that’s all. What’s going on with you?” 

Her lips part in a soft exhale. You hit the nail right on the head. “Nothing’s going on with me. I just had to take a sick day. Migraines, you know? I get them sometimes.” 

You don’t buy it. Her voice sounds strained, but more like she is forcing herself to sound sicker than she is. Not that you are allowed to judge, it simply strikes you as odd, considering that she isn’t usually like this, and it makes you wonder what else she is keeping from you. 

A pregnant pause follows. “I heard about the girl,” Claire says then, changing the subject. You’re both way too good at that. You’re hypocrites.

“Annie,” you cut her off. “Her name’s—was Annie.”

You keep replaying it over and over in your mind. From the moment you received the page to the ER to the little girl landing on your operating table, you retrace all of your steps. You rethink every decision you made, every uttered order, every cut, and every stitch. Every time you do, you come up empty.  

Annie was six years old. She got hit by an oncoming car. It was a gruesome sight, but you kept telling yourself that it could have been worse. She was stabilizing when you took her to the operating room. All the tests suggested that controlling the damage could buy some valuable time for the specialists to do their jobs. In your mind, the path was clear to a full recovery. 

Everything you did to save her life ended up doing absolutely nothing. 

It elicited a feeling that you are more than used to—inadequacy. You know that it is utterly selfish to think that way; this isn’t even about you. The feeling wraps like a noose around your heart, but you can’t allow yourself to make this about you. You’re not that type of person. 

Claire takes your silence as an answer. “I logged into the hospital server and took a look at the X-rays,” she says. “That aortic tear was irreparable, as much for you as it would’ve been for the world’s best cardiothoracic surgeon. This wasn’t your fault.”

Your throat tightens. “You don’t know that,” you argue. “I could have caught it earlier. I could’ve… I could’ve done something.”

“No, Liv, you couldn’t have. But I think you know that.”

You search the depths of your mind for the right words to say, but you come up with none. “Who blabbed, anyway?” you ask.

In this case, though, the question is, who didn’t? Everyone must have heard about Annie by now, and the people around you care too much. It was bound to reach Claire’s ears eventually. You just didn’t think it would happen so soon.

Claire holds off on her answer for a moment. “Doesn’t matter,” she answers. It’s the kindest choice. “What matters is that you can’t beat yourself up for something that wasn’t your fault.” Her voice suggests that she’s smiling.

“I…I’m fine,” you lie.

“I know you’re not.” 

“You’re the one who called in sick but clearly isn’t. You don’t see me bugging you about it.” 

That shuts her up for a moment. “This isn’t about me,” Claire tries to talk herself out of it, but you see right through her.

“Are you sure?” you ask. 

“I—” She sighs. “I promise you, if there was something going on, I’d tell you.”

You should return the sentiment. You should tell her what you’re really thinking, but you’re mute. When it comes to your own feelings, all words in the English dictionary elude you.

Still, the feeling that Claire is lying to you keeps eating away at you. She has no reason to. Or maybe she has, but it’s none of your business. You’re curious, maybe a little worried, but you can’t expect her to tell you every little thing about her life and then refuse to do the same because you can’t possibly ask for help with something you don’t even understand yourself. 

You’re miserable enough as it is. You would rather suffer through it alone than bother her with your chronic overthinking and the fear of failure. 

“I’m still cat-sitting for Jenny,” she breaks you out of your thoughts. 

You chuckle slightly. “But you’re allergic to cats,” you say.

“I know, but…” She stops herself. “The point is, I still have an almost full bottle of white wine in the fridge and there’s this deliciously cheap pizza place around the corner. Their breadsticks are to die for, trust me. You could come over after your shift and we could look after that stupid cat together. Maybe. Just until we both feel better.”

Until you both feel better. You feel like it would take more than wine and pizza to make you feel better. 

You need to sulk. You need to marinate in your misery. That way, you can suck it up and be better next time. Everything else seems like too much of a waste of time.  

You shatter what little hope she had about you agreeing to her offer like a full wine glass on a white cloth, sure to leave stains. Your hand momentarily motions toward the stack of paperwork, but then you remember that she can’t see over the phone. “I wish I could,” you say, “but I have to finish my surgical reports by tomorrow.”

Claire nods slowly. “Are you sure it’s the paperwork?”

“I promise.”

She accepts defeat. She can’t change your mind. You’re stubborn, determined, and a pain in the ass most of the time. She still loves you, but she has long given up on forcing you out of your shell. 

Sometimes, which is more often than not, you prefer to be miserable because you have no idea how to be anything else.

“Well, I tried. So… at least call me if you need anything,” she says.

You offer her a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You’re tired. Your heart is pounding from all the caffeine and the frustration of the unknown. You have paperwork. As long as you have paperwork, you’re occupied. It’s as good a reason to avoid talking about anything that could be considered even remotely personal. 

“Thank you, Claire. For everything,” your voice is barely above a whisper. “Take care of yourself. I’ll talk to you later.”

You hate that you’re like this, but you can’t change who you are now or what all those years of suffering have made out of you. You can’t change the fact that underneath Olivia Clarke, it is not who you are. And it will never be who you are because her identity is a fraud.

You may have escaped the worst time of your life and traded it for a fresh start, but that doesn’t take away the paralyzing fear that still sits deep in your bones, making it impossible for you to sleep at night. It may be a fresh start to a new life, but the slate is far from clean. There are bloodstains that you can’t get out. Stains that will haunt you forever. 

Every day and every night that you spend at the hospital, you’re reminded of the terrible past that threatens to overshadow your future whenever you set foot outside. Your name may be Olivia Clarke, but that will never be your real name, no matter how badly you try to pretend it to be. And on some days, it breaks you just a little more when you fail at the one thing you have always excelled at. The one thing you have dedicated your life to. To do something good, to be worth something, and to prove the cruel monsters in your mind wrong about their assessment of you. 

You don’t want to be a coward. You don’t want to be weak. You don’t want to be dependent on anything or anyone ever again. You forgot how to be happy. You became someone you’re not because the person you used to be was broken by someone she thought she could trust. 

He took everything from you, and he took all that you are. Olivia was never taken advantage of. 

Claire saved your life. She knows the truth, but facts aren’t enough. She’s your only support system, the only one who knows who you truly are, deep down, and yet she knows nothing at all. 

Long after you’ve hung up the phone, you start wandering the halls of Metro General. You haven’t quite figured out what you’re looking for yet. You want to be alone. You want to be not needed. You want to exist somewhere that isn’t here. And you don’t want to be found, just for a little while. 

When you get settled on an empty bed in one of internal medicine’s abandoned hallways that had to be emptied after severe budget cuts affected the hospital, the tears start pouring out without warning. You barely manage to stifle the sobs that slip past your lips. You hate crying. You used to believe that it was a sign of weakness, but tears have become as much of a partner in crime to you as the pain has. 

It’s not as easy as it used to be to hold all of those treacherous feelings in—feelings you don’t even understand yourself—and that makes you hate yourself enough to cry even harder. Because you try, try, and you try even harder as you give all of yourself over and over again to be someone you never thought you would turn into, and still, you find yourself failing more times than you could possibly count. 

Your life ended when you met the man who ruined you; ever since then, you have only been a shell of the person you used to be, and there is seemingly nothing you can do about it other than accept that Olivia Clarke is who you are now, and she is all you can be. 

You didn’t expect another lonely soul in need of an escape to find his way to your little haven. This hallway isn’t even on the hospital map anymore, but he still somehow found his way here. 

Your eyes switch to his cane, the red glasses, and the way he so awkwardly carries himself when he seems to realize that he, in fact, isn’t alone. You know that feeling of instant disappointment all too well, and he just caught you crying, which only makes matters worse. 

After the initial awkwardness has dissipated and you get to talking, you take a moment to appreciate him. His name is Matthew. He is a defense attorney. He is unlike any man you’ve ever met before. You’re cautious when it comes to new people, but there is something almost calm about him. He’s funny, charming, and he’s respectful. He made you feel comfortable from the start.

There is a mystery surrounding him. You know all about mysteries. They draw you in. They make you feel less alone in a way. He is the biggest one you have encountered so far. 

People tend to consider you an enigma, too. Most of them are wary of you because you barely share anything about yourself. You’re still learning, even after two years, to be someone new. You’re constantly reinventing yourself because all you were before is gone now. You lost yourself in the fire. So, most people you meet don’t talk much when they do; you’ve gotten used to having only one friend. It keeps your identity safe, as guarded as you are. It’s the safest bet for everyone involved—or everyone not involved. 

Matthew is different. He seems genuinely curious, but he doesn’t pry. And that makes you open yourself up to him, even if it is just your body language. He’s sitting right next to you, his calm voice like a gentle symphony in your ear. He serenades you every time he speaks. That is a dangerous quality. He’s an attractive man, and you can’t keep your eyes off of him. You can’t stop listening. He’s like a work of art—a damaged work of art.

The man before you is broken and bruised. That’s what makes him so mysterious. The hesitation you showed when he introduced himself, indirectly asking for a piece of you in return, shows when you ask about his injuries. 

You have seen all kinds of injuries, including those on a blind man who fell down the stairs. Matthew doesn’t fit the profile, and that only makes him more mysterious and therefore more interesting to you. 

You have to stop yourself before you ask too many questions. You don’t want to push him away, but you also can’t draw him in. You can be nice, but that is as far as you are willing to go. You hold your walls so high that no one can break through them, no matter how fascinating or attractive they are. 

Matthew is a dangerous man because he makes you feel things that you have long told yourself never to feel again. But it’s hard when he makes it so easy to like him. 

You patch him up. It’s not just professional courtesy; he seems like he desperately needs someone to look after him. You are being nice to him, that is all. You keep telling yourself the same thing. 

You’re still disappointed when you get paged to the emergency room and you have to leave him behind. The chances that you will see him again are low, and they shrink to zero when you return to the hallway four hours later and find it dark and empty again. The plastic packaging of the bandages you used on him is still lying around, but that is all that is left of him. All you have is a memory of a very unexpected encounter that will probably never occur again. 

But maybe that isn’t such a bad thing, after all. At least like this, you can’t make the mistake of falling for a guy claiming to be nice. At least like this, you can keep your fragile and already broken heart safe from enduring the same kind of pain ever again. 

You pass the nurse’s station in the emergency room on your way out. Dropping the chart of your last patient on the counter, you wish everyone a good night. 

“Liv, before you leave–” One of the senior nurses stops you dead in your tracks, “Someone left a card for you,” she says.

You turn around, frowning at her. “A card?” you ask. “Who did?”

Her lips curl into a mischievous smile. “Handsome fella. And he had good manners.”

Your mind reels. There are only a handful of people that would fit that description. Every time someone leaves something behind for you, your first response is to panic. Your blood pressure spikes. You can feel your heart beating up to your throat and your vision blurs. You’re not a fan of the suspense or knowing grins, and it’s obvious. 

The nurse’s smile fades and she rummages through the stack of papers next to the computer. “He only knew your first name and his blindness made it a bit harder to figure out who he was talking about, but thankfully we only have one excellent trauma surgeon named Olivia,” she says, her eyes still twinkling. She can’t help it. 

You let out an audible exhale. Your body relaxes. Your heart rate slows down. You can finally see her clearly again, and she slides the card across the counter for you to take. You want to apologize for the hostility, but her face tells you that she understands. 

The next time your heart starts beating faster, it isn’t out of panic. You look down at the names on the card and the distinctive number on the back, and your brain releases a sudden rush of dopamine. It’s late, you’re tired, but somehow this little gesture puts a surprising smile on your face. 

You shouldn’t be as excited as you are. Your plan for this evening has been tossed far out of the window in an instant.

“So,” the nurse asks, “who is he? A patient? A friend?” She wiggles her eyebrows. “A guy from Hinge?”

You shake your head. “Just… a guy I met,” you answer. 

If he were an official patient, this would be highly unethical and you would have to toss his number into the nearest trash can.

The blood has permanently settled into your cheeks. You’re not usually the kind of person who blushes. It’s infuriating.

With a chuckle, she leans over. “Well, either way, the guy was smoking. Said you should give him a call. I hope for your sake that you do.”

You keep twisting and turning the card. “What else did he say?”

“Not much. Just said that I should give this to you and that you should call him if you want. You must’ve made quite the impression.”

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip. You would’ve never suspected this. You are essentially still a stranger to him, and he still left you his number. He wants you to call him.

It makes no sense, and yet it flatters you like nothing has in quite a while. 

You let out a soft sigh before stuffing the card into the pocket of your coat. Looking up, you meet the nurse’s curious eyes. 

Your mind is taking its time to process your thoughts and the feelings connected to your thoughts. 

She chuckles at the bewildered look in your eyes. You must look like a fool. “Where does one meet a specimen like that anyway, if you don’t mind me asking?” she says. “‘Cause I desperately need me one of those.” 

A beat of silence follows. Then, you wet your lips and answer, “Abandoned hallways. Way more effective than Hinge, apparently.”

The subtle joke makes her laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You put in the effort to fake a smile with your nod. “Well, thank you,” you say. “You guys have a good shift. If you need anything, page me.” 

“Will do,” she says. The other nurses nod. Of course, they listened in on your conversation. 

With another small wave in their general direction, you make your way outside into the cool night air. You retrieve the business card from your coat, your eyes roaming over the names carefully printed on it, and the Braille that has been added for obvious reasons. 

Nelson & Murdock. Attorneys at law. 

From what he told you, this is probably the only somewhat expensive thing he and his partner afforded for a semi-successful marketing plan for their practice. It almost makes you chuckle.

Matt Murdock is a very fascinating man, though as you stare at the card and the number on the back you can’t help but feel a slight hint of unease bubble up in your chest, and you ask yourself, what did you get yourself into?

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[hayleylatour]

Finding peace 🕊️

Content warnings- angst angst angst!!! Hospital stay and medical care.

Summary- Mia is a 24 year old new bookstore owner who’s best friend is dating the drummer of up and coming metal band Bad Omens Nick Foilo. Jess is known for trying to set Mia up on blind dates. What happens when Mia meets Noah Sebastian

Parings- Babydaddy! Noah Sebastian X OC Mia

Chapter four- Noah’s pov ( ahhhh)

~12 weeks later~

Before our show tonight I decided to text Mia and let her know that I will be home soon to see her and finally tell the guys that were having a girl, when we told them we were having a baby and we were going to remain friends and raise the baby together, they were happy for us and supportive, confused but understood things happen.

NOAH- we are officially half way through this leg of tour

MIA- yay! so you'll be home in 3 weeks?

NOAH- yes we will. and you haven't sent me any bump updates today, how is my girl doing?

MIA- shes good, kicking me in the ribs, getting stronger everyday!!!

The next message to come through was a mirror picture show casing the bump in her floor length mirror on the closet door, Mia has been staying at mine and jolly's house for 3 weeks, we've decided that her moving out of the apartment and into the house with us was safer and more convenient, she would have her own room and bathroom, and our daughter would have her own room as well.

While bad omens has been gone, Jess and Mia have been decorating the nursery, they've decided on an underwater theme. we found out the day before Bad omens left that we were having a little girl, Mia and I chose to find out at the doctor during her last scan so we could surprise everyone.

My nerves settle as the lights go out and the crowd starts screaming. everything fades to black, my body moving on its own, going into auto pilot.

~Mia's pov~

After texting Noah good luck with the show I hopped into the shower and turn on my playlist, scrubbing paints of blue and green off my hands and legs. baby girl starts kicking when she hears the familiar sound of her daddy's voice as "The worst in me" starts playing, when Noah learned that she had developed the ability to hear he would hum against my belly, now every time she hears his voice it starts a dance party. after I exit the steam filled bathroom I make my way to the closet, Jess and I are supposed to be meeting for a late dinner at some new Mexican place. slipping on a pair of leggings and one of Noah's hoodies I grab the rest of my things before locking the house up and getting in the car.

Headlights blinding me and then everything goes black.

~third person pov~

Mia’s car had finally skidded to a stop, the windshield was shattered glass surrounding her limp body. Soon red and blue lights had made it seem mid day instead of 9pm.

“Miss! Miss! Wake up. Do you know where you are? Hello” someone was yelling at her, groaning Mia lifted her head, only to come face to face with a paramedic who had been first on scene.

“What the hell?” Her voice harsh and throat sore.

“Miss you were in a car accident, my name is Ophelia, I’m a paramedic I’m here to help you.” The woman said shining a pin light into Mia’s eyes.

“I’m pregnant.” Her words came out rushed.

“Can you tell me how many weeks pregnant you are?” The woman said switching the light from her right to her left.

“20.” She replied squinting at the light. Her head was throbbing couldn’t this woman see that. Lifting her hand and touching the side of her head.

“What’s your name sweetheart, hey don’t touch, it’s okay.” Ophelia said patting Mia’s hand away, seeing the blood mia began to panic.

“M-Mia, Mia Clark, I’m 24 years old. What is happening. I can’t feel her.” Her voice shakes she hasn’t felt her daughter move since she came too.

“Mia, we’re going to get you out of here and to los Angeles general, do you have any one we can call for you?” The paramedic’s voice was soothing, not as soothing to Mia as Noah’s voice was. He was always able to calm her down when emotions ran to high. Even when she was hateful towards him, he always seemed to understand that her body was changing and her mind wasn’t ready for it.

Mia choked “ the baby’s father is in San Diego for work”

“Okay let’s get you in the ambulance for now sweetie and we will have the hospital call them okay?” Mia shook her head. Why hadn’t she felt any movements? Crying, her hand slipped down to her growing belly. The smallest of fluttering had Mia bawling, unable to tell if it was indeed her daughter or not.

The ride to the hospital was quick. When they arrived Mia was wheeled into the hospital with Ophelia along the right side and a man on her left, the man shouting vital signs.

“Miss Clark, my name is Dr. Jean, I’m the OBGYN on call tonight, is it okay if we do a quick ultrasound on little one?” The tall man opened the curtain and began getting his equipment ready.

“Yes sir.” Mia said quickly. She just wanted to hear her baby’s heartbeat, it would calm all her nerves.

“145, that’s perfect. She’s probably just a little scared from all that commotion.” Dr. Jean had taken off his gloves and wiped the warm jelly from her belly “We left a message for your boyfriend Noah and I gave him my direct line. The medics dropped off your bag for you. I’ll have a nurse bring it in”

“Thank you doctor. Thank you so much.” Mia said quietly. Dr. Jean exited the room pulling the curtain closed behind him.

~~~~~~

“Fuck fuck fuck! Noah is going to flip.” Matt cursed. Matt had all of the guys phones in the sound deck with him, Noah’s phone was ringing off the hook. an unknown number leaving messages.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Jean, I’m the OBGYN at los Angeles general, I’m calling to talk to you about your girlfriend Mia, she has been in an accident and we need you to call us back, my direct line is option 265, please call us back as soon as you can thank you.” The voicemail repeated. Matt played it 4 times to make sure he had heard it correctly. Conflicted Matt was unsure if he should stop the show. Making the decision to cut it after the song And running backstage.

“Noah we gotta stop. Man something is wrong” Matt exclaimed out of breath.

“What happened. It’s going amazing.” Noah says setting the mic down before walking over to his friend.

“It’s Mia, you got a voice mail from a doctor at los Angeles general. Mia is in the hospital.” Matt says handing the phone to him. Noah’s heart drops.

“Cancel it, and get me a car. I’m going.”

“Noah wait, we’re 3 hours away.”

“I don’t care Matt, get me the damn car. that’s the mother of my child. Get me a fucking car and cancel the rest of the tour or you’re done! fired! I promise you that because I am not going back out there while Mia is in a hospital bed alone.” Walking away Noah quickly dials the number and enters the extension.

“This is Dr. Jean.” The man’s voice was calm, how could he be calm when the mother of Noah’s child was injured, his unborn daughter could be injured.

“Sir this is Noah, you called me about Mia Clark. Is she okay is the baby okay?”

“Noah, Mia was in a t-bone car accident, she has a head injury she’s currently getting seen by our general medical team. As for the baby we are still running test. If you could please get ahold of any family in the area.”

“I’m her only family, I’m leaving now.” Noah is frantic. The 3 hour drive back home felt as if it was 30. His heart and mind racing. What happened, were his girls okay? Is his daughter alive?

~Mia’s pov~

Some time later the curtain is ripped open, Noah is standing there tears in his eyes.

“Oh my god, angel are you okay? Is she okay” he rushes to my bedside laying his hand on the bump. I reach up and run my fingers through his now shorter hair.

“You cut your hair?” I whisper taking the strands

“Mia now isn’t the time for that okay? Yes I cut it. I missed seeing the back of my neck” he laughs taking my hand and kissing each knuckle.

“We’re okay. Waiting for a few more results but we’re okay, Wait, you had a show, Noah what are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be home for 3 weeks.”

“I canceled it, I heard about you and I canceled it. You two are more important to me. And will always be more important to me than touring.” My eyes welled up with tears. Grabbing Noah’s hand and pressing it against my stomach his eyes light up as he feels his daughter kick for the first time.

“I know her name. The paramedic who brought me in. Ophelia” I whisper. Noah nods in agreement.

“It’s perfect. Boyfriend huh?” He whispers back chuckling.

“Okay I listed you as my partner i wasn’t sure what to call this I can’t exactly put down ‘baby daddy’ on the sheet” I laugh before Dr. Jean makes his way back in.

“Alright miss Clark. I think you should be just fine. Baby is measuring right on track, I see no signs of placenta abruption or anything else concerning. You do have some cuts and bruises. So watch out for infection and I would like you to call your regular OB.” Dr. Jean says flipping through the clipboard. Thanking him he lets me know that they plan on discharging me within the hour, bed rest for the next few days and no heavy lifting till I’m cleared by my doctor.

“Okay let’s go home, Angel” sitting in the wheelchair the nurse wheels me out, as Noah runs to get the car. Pulling up in the white Sudan he helps me sit and buckles me in. Kissing the top of my head as his fingers dance across Ophelia she kicks in response.

“I threatened to fire Matt if he didn’t get me a car.” Noah admits sheepishly, “I was panicked and I told him if he didn’t get me a damn car that he was done and i would make sure of it.”

“Noah you need to call one of them and tell them we’re okay.”

“I will in the morning, I just want to make sure you’re taken care of tonight." when we got home Noah ran me a bath, he sat on the toilet and talked to me, about tour and how he decided one night that he needed to see the back of his neck again.

[twins-write]

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13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen

Justin Foley

911 (Lonestar and the original)

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

Judd Ryder

Owen Strand

Paul Strickland

TK Strand

Wyatt Harris

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Attack On Titan

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirstein

Big Time Rush

Carlos

James

Kendall

Logan

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Cobra Kai

Eli Moskowitz (Hawk)

Johnny Lawrence

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

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Spencer Reid

Game of Thrones

Bronn

Jaime Lannister

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Goosebumps

James Etten

Lucas Parker

Gossip Girl

Chuck Bass

Eric Van Der Woodsen

Nate Archibald

Grey’s Anatomy

George O’Malley

Mark Sloan

IT

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Jujustu Kaisen

Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Toge Inumaki

Yuji Itadori

Lab Rats

Chase Davenport

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Deadpool

Druig

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker (Tom’s or Andrew’s)

Steve Rogers

Thor 

Wolverine

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

My Hero Academia

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Hitoshi Shinsou

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Keigo Takami

Shota Aizawa

Shoto Todoroki

Takami Amajiki

NCIS (LA and the original)

Anthony DiNozzo

Eric Beale

G. Callen

Jimmy Palmer

Marty Deeks

Timothy McGee

Nerve

Tommy Mancuso

New Girl

Coach

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Winston Bishop

Now You See Me

Jack Wilder

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

John B.

Pope

Rafe Cameron

Topper

Percy Jackson

Percy

Pretty Little Liars

Caleb Rivers

Holden Strauss

Jason DiLaurentis

Mike Montgomery

Noel Kahn

Toby Cavanaugh

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood

Jace Herondale

Simon Lewis

Shameless

Ian Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

Smallville

Clark Kent

Lex Luthor

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Supernatural

Castiel

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline

Sam Winchester

T@GGED

Ash Franklin

Brandon Darrow

Trevor Askill

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Titans

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Gar Logan (Beast Boy)

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Jasper Jordan

Monty Green

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nicholas Scratch

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

The Maze Runner

Minho

Newt

Thomas

The Middle

Axl Heck

Sean Donahue

The OC

Luke Ward

Ryan Atwood

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The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

The Outsiders

Darry Curtis

Dallas Winston

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The Rookie

John Nolan

Tim Bradford

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

The Vampire Diaries

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Kai Parker

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The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

True Blood

Eric Northman

Jason Stackhouse

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Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

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Wizards of Waverly Place

Justin Russo

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My Love Mine All Mine

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ORDpYJQ by moonstruck73 (Vampbride) After a near death encounter with Joker when he was saved right at the nick of time, Jason gets enrolled in a therapeutic boarding school in the Metropolis. Neither Bruce nor Jason is happy about it, but at least Bruce gets to see the cute writing instructor, Clark Kent every weekend. A win is a win, right? ( Jason disagrees with ten Gotham special swear words) Words: 891, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Lois Lane, Selina Kyle, Alfred Pennyworth, Diana (Wonder Woman), Flash, Justice League (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Idiots in Love, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bruce Wayne Has a Heart, Clark Kent Has a Crush on Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Has a Crush on Clark Kent, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Secret Identity, POV Third Person, Unreliable Narrator, Not Beta Read, How Do I Tag, I Tried, I Wrote This While Listening to Mitski's Music read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ORDpYJQ

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My Love Mine All Mine

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/15jywTc by moonstruck73 (Vampbride) After a near death encounter with Joker when he was saved right at the nick of time, Jason gets enrolled in a therapeutic boarding school in the Metropolis. Neither Bruce nor Jason is happy about it, but at least Bruce gets to see the cute writing instructor, Clark Kent every weekend. A win is a win, right? ( Jason disagrees with ten Gotham special swear words) Words: 891, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Lois Lane, Selina Kyle, Alfred Pennyworth, Diana (Wonder Woman), Flash, Justice League (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Idiots in Love, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bruce Wayne Has a Heart, Clark Kent Has a Crush on Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Has a Crush on Clark Kent, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Secret Identity, POV Third Person, Unreliable Narrator, Not Beta Read, How Do I Tag, I Tried, I Wrote This While Listening to Mitski's Music read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/15jywTc

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Ok I'm Bored So Send Me Asks, Or Any FF Ideas Cause I Have Nothing To Do...

I Write For :

The Black Phone

Finney Blake

Robin Arellano

Bruce Yamada

Vance Hopper

Billy Showalter

Griffin Stagg ( Platonic Only )

Donna Clarke

Gwen Blake ( Platonic Only )

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Mattheo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Blaise Zabini

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Enid Rhee

Ron Anderson

Fear Street 1994, 1978, 1666

Simon Kalivoda

Deena Johnson

Kate Schmidt

Josh Johnson

Samantha Miller

Ziggy Berman

Cindy Berman

Thomas Slater

Nick Goode

Sarah Fier

Abigail Berman

Constance Berman

Hannah Miller

Isaac Kalivoda

Fluff *

Angst •

No Smut Cause First Of All, They're All Minors And It's Disgusting No Matter If You Age Them Up

And Yeah 👍👍

[madametamma]

Any angst moment that happened during Jon's childhood in you AU? Specially after learning about his powers?

I have a couple story ideas that maybe I'll get around to writing. If not, I don't mind if anyone wants to take this and make their own fic, but here's one:

It's where Clark and a 4 year old Jon are trapped in an abandoned area affected by a red sun field like in the episode where Lois and Clark and looking for Jimmy in Area 52.

Both their powers are slowly fading and Clark is fully aware that if Jon's power's go, his heart may give out because he wasn't born with a strong enough heart on it's own without powers to give him super strength.

And Clark is trying not to freak out about how scared he is for his son. He's just trying to keep it together like "It's okay! you're okay! Tell daddy if your chest feels funny, okay Jon?"

At first they trying flying out but they don't make it far enough before Clark decides they have to conserve what little power they have left. Then they begin the long walk out of the area. Clark tries to monitor his son's health through his super vision and hearing for as long as he has the ability to do.

They stop for breaks and talk, and as much as Clark is trying to pretend everything is okay Jon can pick up that something is wrong. He's had his powers for practically his whole life and he's getting scared that he's starting to lose them.

"Daddy, I can't see!"

"WHAT?! What do you mean?! Is everything dark?!"

"I can only see what's in front of me!"

"Oh, you mean you don't have super vision anymore."

Things get worse when Jon collapses and it turns out that he HAS been hiding that his chest hurts and it's been getting worse. He thought he was being brave by not complaining, and he could see that his dad was scared and didn't want to make him feel worse.

Now Jon is crying because he's really scared and barely has th e strength to move anymore. His body doesn't feel right, he's in pain, and he can tell his dad is scared in a way he's never seen him before, Clark is holding him and trying to calm him down but now he's crying and terrified too because he's powerless to make his kid feel better and worried he might not live if they don't get out of there immediately.

Thankfully Lois and Jimmy are able to find them and drive them out and it ends with Clark getting his son out of the red sun field just in the nick of time to save his life and they hold each other and acknowledge that it was scary and it's okay to be scared.

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

A little about me

I’m 19 and an animal lover. I mostly write comfort ficus

My rules

This is my list of Fandoms I will write for and things I WILL and WON'T write for

Things I really write

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Fluff/ comfort

Yandere ( I'm bad at it though and don't condone this behavior in real life)

Female x Female

Male x male ( again not to good at it but I try)

Male x female

Male x Gender neutral

Female x Gender neutral

Poly

Things I won't write

Age gaps over 5+ years

Pregnancy ( not good at it and it makes me uncomfortable)

Abuse

Suicide ( I will write the reader or any other character dying just not by Suicide)

Self harm ( it's triggering to me and others)

Eating disorders

NSFW

Harry potter characters I will write

Neville longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Hermione Granger

Fred weasley

George weasley

Sirius Black

Remus lupin

The great Harry Potter himself

The owl house

Luz

Amity

Willow

Gus

Hunter

Eda

King ( platonic only)

Raine ( can someone tell me if spelled their name right?)

Avatar the last Airbender (NOT the live action version but the animated version)

Aang

Toph

Suki (she's the only exception where I'll do Live or animated)

Sokka

Katara

Zuko

Haru

Ninjago

Cole

Jay

Kai

Nya

Lloyd

Zane

Starwars

Anakin

Obi-Wan

Padme

Luke Skywalker

Leia skywalker

Percy jackson/ Heroes of olympus

Charles beckendorf

Silena beauregard

Annabeth chase (book version only)

Percy jackson ( book version only)

Will solace

Tyson ( platonic only)

Jason grace

Piper mclean

Thalia grace

Leo valdez

Nico di angelo ( again platonic only unless you're a guy then I will do romantic since he's gay)

Bianca di angelo

Hazel Levesque

Frank Zhang

Legend of Korra

Bolin

Korra

Asami

Avatar Wan ( my personal favorite)

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Sam wilson

Peter parker ( Toby, Andrew and Tom versions)

Vision (platonic only)

Wanda

T'Challa

Shuri

Pietro

Natasha

Jean Grey

Scott summers

Dc

Barry allen

Cisco Ramon

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Clark kent

Lois lane

Oliver queen

Top gun

Nick bradshaw

Naven Hollywood idk if I spelled his first name right

Leonard Wolfe Wolfman

Blood of Zeus

Heron

Electra

Alexia

Hermes

Zeus

Apollo

Ares

Hera

Hades

Peresphone

I think that's all the fandoms I can think of for now please send in request

[aquarian-queen]

The World We Live In - Chapter 28

The World We Live In (100953 words) by aquarian_queen Chapters: 28/? Fandom: Fear the Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms, Fear The Walking Dead - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Troy Otto/Original Female Character(s), Troy Otto/Original Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Troy Otto, Jake Otto, Blake Sarno, Cooper (Fear The Walking Dead), Alicia Clark, Nick Clark, Madison Clark (Fear the Walking Dead), Jeremiah Otto, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Characters, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Explicit Language, Revenge, Emotional Manipulation, Blood and Violence, Slow Romance, Complicated Relationships, Manipulative Relationship, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Platonic Romance, Platonic Relationships, Developing Relationship, Unhealthy Relationships, Racism, Survival Series: Part 4 of Fear the Walking Dead | T. Otto Summary: "Troy, stop," Cristine demanded. She didn't look at him, not even when she felt him cage her entirely between the door and himself, arms at either side of her body with his hands pressing into the door. Her eyes fluttered from the building pressure in her sockets. The upper corner of her lips twitched from holding back her urge to scream and cry at the same time. This wasn't right. Troy saw it all in front of him like a recorded movie and whispered, "not until you tell me the truth. Say that I'm right." Cristine didn't say anything for a long time and didn't want to argue, not when she wasn't sure what it would mean if she would fold under Troy's pressure and admit it. The familiar streak in his voice made her breath hitch. It was the tone that balanced on the fringe of reason and excited madness. Cristine bit her lower lip and glared at the floor. She didn't want to talk about this anymore, not when emotions started to run high and the thread of reason and insanity blurred. It was like toppling into the depth of everything dark and perverse of waiting to swallow them both whole with imminent ruin and self-destruction. Like always, they were operating at Troy's pace.

[darkdoverpseeker]

🕊: 21+ F looking for 21+ writers in the Marvel / DC Comics / Dark Horse fandom to create stories with on discord.

I am looking for the following characters to build ships, plots and write nsfw content with for my muses (my muse in bold):

Natalia Romanova: Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, T'Challa, any other Avengers!

Tony Stark, Iron Man: Natalia Romanova, Janet Van Dyne, all marvel women.

Amora the Enchantress: Doctor Doom.

Selina Kyle, Catwoman: Bruce Wayne, Ted Grant, Carmine Falcone, Clark Kent, Harley Quinn, crossover pairings with King T'Challa, Erik Killmonger and any other marvel muse + any m/f/nb muse from either fandom.

I am open to themes of any kind from fluff and smut to horror, angst and gore, I am also open to any other pairings and fairly OC friendly! I really just want to write more of my favourite characters.

If you're interested please like this and i'll DM you! Or feel free to reach out to me on @feliinefatale.

Thank you ☺︎ ♥︎

like if interested!

[runawaymarbles]

also there's a level of build up and complication that you don't get in something shorter that was always intended to be queer. In my experience, shows tend to either

a) establish a queer couple from the beginning, or at least fairly quickly [possibly to avoid bait allegations, or to make sure it happens in case they get canceled] or

b) have a longer-standing character discover or reveal that they're queer via newly-introduced character, which happens pretty quickly after the love interest's introduction (a la Maggie/Alex from Supergirl, Clarke/Lexa on the 100, Buck/Tommy* on 9-1-1. Flint/Hamilton in Black Sails more or less followed this pattern, albeit in flashbacks.)

To my knowledge, there isn't a queer Mulder/Scully, or Josh/Donna, or Castle/Beckett, or Nick/Jess, where it's a multi-year will they/won't they subplot. And that leaves so much more room for build-up and miscommunications and shenanigans and angst and pining and increase of stakes and ridiculous scenarios and all the things fandom goes nuts over. And murder solving.

*yes Tommy was technically introduced earlier but given that he had about two minutes of screen time five years ago I am not counting it.

I'm going to be perfectly honest a lot of people claiming people don't like canonically queer shows like heartstopper love victor etc and favor queerbaity shows like supernatural house md etc BECAUSE of the queerbait itself are missing a core element of these shows and is that the weird gay thing people are having is very much a light accessory to the plot instead of being literally the plot itself. Queerness as a plot is tempting for like a two hour movie if I wanted to watch more than four hours of people discovering their identity while nothing else happens I'd just go live my life. What's the point if they're not even solving a murder.

[monfleurr]

ABOUT

ABOUT

writing:

i will be writing in english so don't mind any mistakes because english isn't my native language. lowercase intended.

movies/shows:

the 100 (jasper jordan)

the flash (barry allen)

the walking dead (carl grimes, ron anderson)

fear the walking dead (troy otto, nick clark)

harry potter/etc (theodore nott, james potter, regulus black, evan rosier)

stranger things (steve harrington, eddie munson)

criminal minds (spencer reid)

american horror story (tate langdon, kyle spencer, kit walker)

requesting:

you can request fluff, angst, but i mostly will be writing smut.. lmfao.

so most things you are allowed to request except for dom!characters because i wouldn't know how to write something like that, no dubcon/rape, no incest, no nasty nasty stuff like dookie, ok you get it— etc, etc.

requesting with detail will be appreciated.