#okay i'm not sure if you wanted bobbie's me crossover or if you wanted to crossover shepard into the expanse

[immobiliter]

       “ We are guilty looking down on this. ” There was every chance that this, like so many other interactions within the top brass, would be like talking to a brick wall, but Bobbie had to try. “ And looking the other way is no better. ”

🎁 / @afraidofchange + alice shepard 37. to be brave, bryde

[im-not-batman]

Okay i am SO excited that people were interested so here it is. I need to preface this with the fact that it won't be totally 1-to-1.

9-1-1/The West Wing Fusion crossover AU thing

SO, i already said Bobby is the President. Not only does it make sense for his relationships with everyone else, but he is also very similar to Bartlett in a lot of ways: the Catholicism, the hidden illness (Jed's MS and Bobby's Alcoholism and PTSD), the strong moral compass and the way they are always everyone's go-to for advice. Also the way they deal with problems and conflict.

Athena is obviously FLOTUS. Unfortunately i suffer with Can't-Stand-Athena Disease, so i'm leaning on my love of Abbey for this one. But they're both very capable, intelligent women who can't be told what to do. Both are completely devoted to their families and are even self-destructive with that love sometimes. (Athena going after Amir (DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT - FUCKING ACAB) and Abby secretly treating Jed's MS and putting her lisence in question).

May and Harry should take on the roles of Zoey and Ellie respectively. May still being the older sibling, i just think they fit the personalities of the siblings better that way. Harry being distant and aloof until they have a breakthrough, May being close to the family and friendly with the other staffers. Also the Charlie/Zoey of it all.

Hen (my beloved) is Chief of Staff. This feels obvious. She's already Bobby's second in command, she's got the instict for it, and the respect of all the others. I also think she would still have a fire fighting background and she got into politics later. I just think that experience would be vital for her as COS, similar to Leo's military service. I also think a professional history like that would also commmand respect from strangers.

For Deputy Chief of Staff I'm (perhaps predictably) going with Eddie. I was toying with the idea of it being Chim but you'll see why i didn't got there when i explain his role. But yeah, Eddie's perfect for this one. Both he and Josh are dramatic about everything, they both have well-meaning hearts that sometimes results in them doing or saying stupid shit, they have deepseated issues that cause them to push people away. Also, need i say it? SHOOTING ARC! This also (again predictably i fear) allows for the EPIC ROMANCE of Josh and Donna to be mapped onto Buddie.

Which brings me of course to Buck. He's gotta be Donna. They've got the shared history of failed relationships with some not great people (but remain hopeless romantics anyway), Buck flitting from job to job and Donna not having much work experience go hand on hand too. Also they're both very capable and intelligent but hide it/don't realise that fully. I like to think that Maddie qas the one to get him his job amd Eddie was just a bit too scared to question her.

Now Maddie. This might be an unpopular decision because on the surface they are nothing alike, but I'm putting Maddie in Toby's spot. Not only does she suit Director of Communications perfectly – Maddie is the fucking QUEEN of coomunication (season 5 notwithstanding lol) but she and Toby share a lot of their values. Sure, Toby's a miserable, pessimistic asshole about it, but they both believe in a very black and white definition right and wrong. They are both loyal to a fault (even Toby's treason was an act of loyalty you can fight me on this but you will LOSE) and do everything they can to protect the people they love. Also i just love them both so much i want to fuse them into one because it makes me feel like a mad scientist in a lab trying to create the perfect character out of goo and slime and glitter.

Anyway! For Maddie's second, I'm really not sure. I was thinking maybe Linda or Josh but neither fit particularly well to me. Idk, let me know what you guys think.

Okay. Chim. Think how perfect he'd be as Press Sec. Please. That man is BORN to be on camera. He's charismatic and friendly and relatable, he comes across as approachable but fr who would cross him if he put his foot down? No one! Also. I IMPLORE you to please imagine him doing the Jackal. It was so hard to figure out who i'd trust to take up the mantel of CJ "baddest bitch around" Cregg because i love her so much but when i started to consider Chimney it felt obvious 😅 i also just think he'd love to have the opportunity to evicerate an asshole on live television, and he DESERVES that opportunity too. And if you were wondering: Yes I DO ship CJ and Toby. Hence Madney being their counterparts.

Now for my boy Charlie!!! It of course HAS to be Ravi!! Those boys are the sweetest loveliest boys on the planet! They pair up so well! I also have a headcanon that, similar to Charlie, Ravi has younger siblings he's always had to take care of because their mum died and their dad worked too much. So. Yeah. Also lowkey May x Ravi nation where are you please accept me into your ranks.

Anyway, i hope this is acceotable to everyone who was interested. I might write something in this AU one day but if you have ever interacted with me before you should know not to hold your breath lmao

Tagging @pangrams-n-palindromes from my other post so they see this, I hope that's okay!

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Left and Returned: Definitely Nothing Wrong

Ao3

Danny Phantom x Supernatural Crossover

Chapter 2

Dean orders the largest burger on the menu, Bobby orders something with potatoes that will absolutely have him commenting that he could make a better one himself. Sam orders a salad. Danny orders chocolate chip pancakes off the breakfast menu and Dean looses any reservations he had about refering to the young man as 'kid'. Realistically he's probably not much younger than Sam, but if he has a problem with it he can start acting like an adult.

No. Dean isn't huffy about the handstand thing. Why do you ask?

"So it's following you, but you haven't seen it. Like haven't seen it like, invisible or like being watched from afar or what?" Then again, the kid was asking good questions.

"Like its invisible, but can't hide its presence, realizes its making a mess then pisses off."

"Because its afraid of being noticed or because it doesn't want to do harm?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Vibes."

"Gut instinct," Sam adds, which makes more sense than 'vibes'.

"It shattered every window in the place. I don't think its scared."

"Fair."

"I know a psychic, a couple hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking." Bobby suggested.

"Hell, yeah. Its worth a shot."

"A psychic..." Danny tapped the table, "Okay, sure. Why not?"

---

"What the hell is this?"

"An ipod jack... It's been my car for a year, Dean."

And what could he say to that? Instead Dean points sout the part that is far worse than douching up his car with modern niceties. "Its pink."

"Yeah... well, it's not mine, it's Jazz's. She left it in here and if I move it I'll forget to bring it back to her."

"Huh," Dean had no idea what he expected. Maybe some comment about how pink wasn't that bad? He turned the key and some girly romance song filled the compartment. "Really?"

Sam smiled a little at the song, and Dean hit pause on the device instead of throwing it into the back seat.

"Soo, she your girlfriend or what"

"That's complicated."

"Of course it is, the hunting making things weird?"

"No, actually. Her family hunts."

"But not her?"

"Only when necessary, she's in medical school."

"I'm, uh, noticing some parallels, Sammy."

Sam laughs. "Thats part of why its complicated."

"Just part, huh?"

"Yeah,"

"What about Ruby? She still around?"

"Probably. She shows up when she thinks she can make a case for wanting the greater good or whatever... there was a whole thing. When I was still convinced I could bring you back..." Sam trails off, clearly deciding how much to say. Sam had tried to bring him back?And failed? Did Bobby know about any of this? "That's done now.”

"Huh...You been using your freaky E.S.P. stuff?"

"Every time I think its behind me something weird happens."

"What?"

"It shows up at weird times, stressful situations. Afterwards its hard to tell if it was real or not."

"Sam..."

"I know, look, one thing at a time okay? We worry about this for now."

---

"I am curious... why aren't you doing this yourself?" Pamela asks Danny.

"You're a psychic?" Bobby asks.

"...I guess I could count? I tend to only talk to the dead when they're right in front of me."

This, of course, meant Pamela forgot she had been flirting in favor of talking shop with Danny. Which meant he didn't get a chance to chat with the lovely lady, instead got to listen to her quiz him on ‘'energies'' and 'conduits' and other psychic mumbo-jumbo. Like really, he just got outta jail, why can’t he enjoy it? It's probably for the best though, the kid, in his own words, "knew enough to do some incredibly stupid things." So, Dean figured letting Pamela explain the basics of a safe seance was probably saving someone a whole mess.

Not that he thought Danny would intentionally be stupid about it. They'd have done this four hours ago in the back of the kid's van, if he'd thought he could, and who knows how that would've ended.

He's less willing to accept it when Pam decides Danny should be the one touching Dean's shoulder.

"Jesus, kid! You been holding ice cubes?!"

"Don't judge my hobbies." Kid quips, settling his hand back over the handprint. "Just poor circulation, chillax."

Dean immediately regrets glancing at his brother. At least Sammy has the decency to stifle his smirk, but really, taking your not-actually-brother-in-law-because-its-complicated's side over your own flesh and blood: Rude! Just rude.

"Okay." Pam begins, her tone both sharp and comforting. The unspoken command is heard and they somber, close their eyes.

"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." She begins, her voice clear and authoritative.

"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." She repeats, energy runs between their circle linked hands. Dean couldn't let go even if he tried. What was this?

"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." Something turns on, a television or a radio, Dean doesn't know. He's a link in a chain meant to bind, every sense is dull except the feeling of clasping hands and the brand on his shoulders. Accept the single sound that rings in perfect clarity.

"I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."

"Castiel?" Dean repeats, how he says it, he isn't quite sure, chainlinks don't have mouths.

"Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back."

"Warning, not threatening." Gasps the link that connects Pamela to this link. The static grows, the space beneath them shakes. The world itself wants to tear the links free from the chain, but they hold. Power runs freely between them, they are as much a conduit as they are a chain. They will not break, they cannot break, keeping hands linked is effortless.

"I conjure and command you, show me your face." Pamela chants. The cacophony around them grows louder and more hazy, her voice is clear through each repetition.

Another link says something. This link does not hear it.

"I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face n—"

"No," The link between them breathes.

The link in the chain is a body. The body is Dean. The burn on Dean's shoulder ache's with the absence of a relieving cold removed.

Dean crashes backwards. The impact of his back on the floor knocks the wind from his lungs. Sound returns. Breaking glass and splintering furniture, someone is screaming. He gasps. Three, four, five breaths before he's aware of the broken chair beneath him. He grabs a leg of it, and holds it like a weapon as he scrambles to his feet.

Bobby has already gotten to Pamela, she's covering her face and muttering about sight. Dean catches a glimpse and turns to Danny as Bobby shouts to call 9-1-1.

He can hear Sam stumble over scattered items in the direction of the phone. He kneels in front of his brother's friend.

Danny's eyes are closed, but he has eyelids, so Dean thinks that's a good sign for now. Blood is gushing from the kid's nose.

"He's beautiful." The kid whispers, clearly dazed.

"You okay, kid?"

" 'm not'a kid, 'm 24, plus all that time that didn't happen, so I'm even older than I am."

"Right, Sammy's calling the 9-1-1, you're gonna be—"

Danny jerked away like someone had soaked their hands in ice water before grabbing his shoulder. "No hospitals."

Dean remembered that the kid was also a hunter, but a lot more vivid than that, was the image of Pam's eyes seared out. "Okay, okay, let me see your eyes, then we'll decide what to do."

Danny obeyed. He blinked his eyes open, and while bright green irises' surrounded with angry red lines, they were like, normal levels of bloodshot and not 'stared into eye gouging power' bloodshot. So that was good, better than Dean had hoped. "Okay, you come with us while Bobby handles the EMT's."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, promise."

Danny nods. "He's beautiful, Dean. Like something past hoping, like the things that live in the silver."

"Um." Dean regretted his choices.

"Neverborn and Neverdead for sure. But not the embodiment of a concept I dont think. Maybe something like a wisp? If wisps liked to burn your corneas off."

"I don't think it was a wisp, buddy."

"No, Castiel isn't a wisp name. Wisps have names like:" Danny whistled a few notes.

"Are you sure you don't need a hospital?"

He wiped his nose with his sleeve. This succeeded only in smearing the blood around his face and getting his sleeve dirty. . "Yeah'm sure. Don't ask me to do anything with depth perception though."

"Danny, I don't think—"

"You promised." And Dean had promised.

---

"What'd Bobby say?"

"Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U." Sam returned to their table.

"And blind, because of us."

"No, it looked a lot worse than it is, she should retain some eyesight, but we still have no clue who we're dealing with."

"We're dealing with Castiel." Danny muttered from where he was hiding his face from the "oppressive concept of LED lights". Dean was pretty sure the lights in here were normal, but he wasn't gonna argue with the kid who might be concussed about if the diner lights were a reasonable brightness.

"That doesn't exactly help us, though."

"Sure it does, With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us."

"You're crazy. Absolutely not."

"We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?"

"Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, Danny's..." Sam looks at Danny, who may as well be a sweatshirt artfully arranged on the table. "You want to have a face to face?"

"You got a better idea?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I looked, there are signs of Demons in town."

"Okay." Dean doesn't like where this is going, but he's aware of how strongly he doesn't want this to be a demonic plot, so he keeps his mouth shut.

"So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something."

Dean opens his mouth, then shuts it again as the waitress approaches. Ah the awkward silence of 'don't freak out the locals.' They didn't have that in Hell, he doesn't miss it.

Three plates, each with a perfect slice of pie, makes their way to the table. They didn't have this in Hell either, this, Dean missed a lot. The sweatshirt on the table must agree, because it revives into a human person and pulls his plate to himself. It's the first thing the kid did since the seance that doesn't make Dean regret letting him skip the hospital.

Then, before Dean can dig into his own slice with the same intense focus, their waitress joins them at the table.

"You angling for a tip?"

"I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us." She smiles as her eyes go absent of light. Then the man behind her does the same, then the cook in the kitchen. The front door locks with a resounding click.

"Oh, you will not." Danny hisses. And Dean tenses, for a moment, just a silly, ridiculous moment, he thought the kid was going to throw himself across the table, attack the demon with tooth and claw. Dean tenses, ready to drag the kid off the demon, because not even it deserves his full wrath. But Danny doesn't move, because that would be insane. The kid is not that insane, Dean has seen 0 behavior that would make him expect such a ridiculous action.

The demon locks eyes with the kid, several seconds pass, then moment is gone, and only Danny's half-given threat hangs in the air. The kid goes back to his pie. The demon turns to Dean as if nothing had happened.

"Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck." She tries to play it cool, to pretend that she wasn't just as rattled by... whatever Danny had done— and rest assured Dean will find out what that was— but she was rattled, and the threat of her backup did nothing to help her regain control.

She tells him nothing they didn't already know. Dean tells her nothing she didn't already know. Dean doesn't bluff, because for some reason they don't need to bluff. They finish their pie, pay and leave.

A block down the road, when the feeling of being watched by a predator fades, he turns to the kid.

"What. Was. That?"

"Uh... the demons? I thought you guys dealt with those semi-regularly?"

"No. What you did."

"Ate pie?" Dean pushes the kid against the wall.

"Dean, what's going on?"

"You're telling me you didn't feel that, Sammy?!"

"Feel what?"

Dean searched his brother's face, it was pure worry not a trace that he was hiding something. Danny however, held not a trace of concern, not even the slightest fear that Dean might hit him. Cold blue eyes watch him with morbid detachment.

"Dean, what is it?"

"Nothing." Dean lies. Releasing the kid as his brother tried to pry answers out of him.

There is something wrong with Danny, and Dean is going to figure out what.

---

Dean's plans for investigation are stalled slightly. Because Danny's plan, apparently, was to sleep in the back of his van. As the kid still looked like a walking corpse, and his nose had started bleeding again, Sam had taken pity and insisted he stay in the motel with them.

Dean, now half convinced Danny was in league with the demons from earlier, (yeah the theory didn't make sense but Dean didn't have a better idea at the moment. It had been a long day.) was not thrilled with this plan. Did he have an argument that would stop Sam from being protective of his girlfriend's little brother? No. No, he did not. And to be fair, the kid did pass out the instant his head hit the pillow, so he probably wasn't an immediate threat.

Dean took the other bed so Sam would have to live with the consequences of his actions. He falls asleep thinking of jokes to make for either sleeping arrangement his brother chooses.

---

Dean is shaken awake. He swings the moment he realizes the dark figure is too short to be Sam.

Danny blocks him easily. He grabs Dean's arm to pin him for exactly the time it takes to look him in the eyes and say. "He's here. Castiel's here."

Then he lets him go, but Dean is still frozen, still pinned by the younger man's gaze. Green eyes almost glow in the beam of an outside streetlamp. It is not the same as a shapeshifter's ‘lazer-eyes'

but it is something.

But there's no time to think about it, the television flicks on with familiar static and the radio follows. There is too much glass in here. Between windows and mirrors and why on earth did they choose a motel with a mirror on the ceiling when the thing chasing them shattered glass? He shouts a warning and barely has enough time to throw the comforter over them both before the world explodes.

They huddle between the beds in a haphazard blanket fort that does nothing to stop the whistling scream. It feels too thin to be real protection against the glass either, but it holds, and the kid's eyes are definitely glowing but it's the least of his concerns.

It's not so different from hell. The noise, the danger, the cramping in his muscles as he tries in vain to protect himself. He can't tell the difference between a few seconds and a few centuries. But he's breathing, so he counts his breaths and loses count twice.

Neither of them move the blanket when things seem to calm. Another century that is actually six breaths, and Bobby is rushing through the door, shouting for them.

The glass heavy blanket is pulled away and then they're both being checked over.

"Where's Sam?" Dean demands.

"I don't know, he wasn't here when I woke." Its probably stupid, but Dean believes him.

They have no new cuts or bruises, though Danny's ears are bleeding a little.

They have the hospital argument again, Danny is feeling better(or worse) than before, because he threatens to spit on all of their socks. When that doesn't work, he threatens to not tell them what Castiel said. That does work.

"He says to meet him at the church on south street. He didn't give a time, but he promised he'd be in a form we can handle."

Bobby and Dean share a look, yeah, they're not doing that.

But the idea that it could be a trap seems foreign to the younger hunter. Danny argues that the spirit might be offended and that "A summoning might cause him to lose concrete form, then we'll just repeat the glass nightmare."

Well that was a good point: building with no windows it was then.

Needless to say Danny loses this argument.

---

So Sam is lying to him, they're in some old building marking it up with every religion known to man and Danny's claimed a whole section of wall for the doodles not known to man. Bobby gets sidetracked by it every fifteen minutes, but Danny must have credible sources for the marks because Bobby tells the kid to copy them down for later study.

Dean really needs to decide what to do about the kid. He's been helpful so far... but that was how things started with Ruby.

"This is still a bad idea." Bobby tells him. They're ready.

"I second!" Danny shouts from where he's copying his symbols into Bobby's notebook.

"Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?"

Bobby sighs, but begins.

---

Castiel tries to knock the kid out, just like he already did to Bobby. It takes everything in Dean to not panic.

"Yeah, no. Not doing that." Danny deadpans to the man-shaped thing.

"I need to talk to Dean. Alone."

"Well, you could've just asked. Going all sleepy magic on a guy is kinda rude. Dean? Want me to sit in the car?"

"Are you nuts?!" He checked Bobby's pulse.

"Your friend's alive." Bobby's pulse is even and strong.

"Who are you?"

"Castiel." "He's Castiel." Both human shaped things say. This conversation was going to be painful.

"Obviously, I mean what are you?"

"I'm an Angel of the Lord."

"Which Lord?" Danny asks before Dean can say something dumb like 'nun-uh.' Danny's question definitely offends Castiel more than any denial Dean could've come up with. The guy actually staggers a bit.

"The One True God."

"You realize like 40% of the gods I've met say that, right?" What? And with that the kid has rendered the angel speechless with indignation, Dean's not gonna lie, he's kinda impressed.

"Quit pulling our legs, angel's aren't real."

"Dean, this is your problem, you have no faith."

Dean's not sure how to describe the fact that he was suddenly aware of Castiel's wings. Not that he saw them exactly, or felt, or heard them, he just suddenly knew where they were, how they unfurled from Castiel's body and were held out in proud display. Then the moment passed and they were gone.

Danny clapped politely. It ruined the rising feel of awe inspired dread and Dean hated how much he was starting to like this kid.

"You burned out that poor woman's eyes." Dean started. He wasn't letting this guy off the hook so easy.

[icyfox17]

New tag game bc I'm bored

List 5-10 of the most obscure crossovers you have floating around in your brain !!

1. Dumbass!crimeboys x halcyon!crimeboys

-> arguably the most obscure since it's a crossover between two aus that aren't even posted publicly, but i gen adore it sm<3 db!crimeboys is a hero au where tommy is just. Welp. A dumbass<3 he's my fav tommy ever guys 😭😭 he's my friend's au and I just SOBS most precious guy ever... And halcyon crimeboys is a detective au. Basically take the dumbest tommy and tired older brother Wilbur and make them meet the smartest crimeboys. It's very silly:))

2. Psych x Dsmp

-> okay hear me out. Hear me out. Shawn Spencer is literally Tommyinnit. They are the SAME. Now Phil as Chief Vic, Techno and Wilbur as twin detectives who both function as Jules and Lassiter (platonic ofc), and Tubbo as Gus. It fits way better than it should 😭😭

3. Critical Role (specifically Mighty Nein) x Dsmp

-> guys. Guys. I went on a rant on here like a year ago BUT CADUCEUS AND TECHNO'S CHARACTER DESIGNS ARE EERILY SIMILAR TO EACH OTHER. Tall pink dude w animal traits (cad is more cow, tech is more pig)? Cad is like c!Phil and c!Techno to me... (Is it bc of the tea obsession? Maybe...). I just also think that clingyduo would get along with Jester and Nott/Veth like a wildfire. OR OMG FOOLISH-- Does anyone remember Foolish building dick statues everywhere?? Yeah, he's definitely a follower of the Traveler.

4. 911xMCU

-> okay ngl guys this just came 2 me bc I realised that everyone calls Bobby Cap like how all the Avengers call Steve Cap and I was like lmfao imagine a scene where someone says Cap and they both respond to it.

5. Cw Flash x Pjo

-> okay this isn't my idea but it's one of my fav fics ever WHY DOES IT WORK SO WELL LMFAO

6. Spider-Man x Dick Grayson & Wally West

-> PETER IS LITERALLY DICK AND WALLY IN ONE PERSON 😭😭 SUPER SMART SCIENCE BRAIN + SILLY GOOFY + ACROBATS they're the same. I need them to meet so badly sobsosbsosbsosvsosbsosbsisbsjs Not sure which versions of which I just. Need it. Pls 😭😭😭

7. Justice League Unlimited x Young Justice (tv show)

-> This one has its own separate post here, but omg it makes me SO UPSET GUYS 😭😭😭

8. TMNT x Batfam

Okay not obscure bc they have had both a movie and a comic BUT HEAR ME OUT. SPECFICALLY THE 2007 MOVIE VERSION OF TMNT. This scene is literally Dick and Jason I can't do this guys WHY DO THEIR COLOURS EVEN MATCH

9. Dceu!Bruce & Barry x MCU!Irondad

-> okay my mental illness is full blast here but omfg they are the same duo THEY ARE THE SAME I need them to swap sons for a day plspslspslspspspdlfkfdishskdfjdksklaskd

10. Any vigilante au Tommy x Spider-Man

-> this is hidden in my notes app and is both like my own version of Tommy and Spidey but omfg I'm attached it's such a fun idea to play around with rahhhshshshss. I have a scene where Tommy and Spidey have a miscommunication over Blade lmfao and it lives rent free in my mind. Like Blade is a vampire but does NOT dress the same as Technoblade who might also secretly be a vampire in Tommy's universe lmfaooo

Okay and Bonus One that literally no one will understand except me

11. Magnum PI remake x Orphanduo (Techno and Skeppy)

-> Katsumoto is literally Technoblade guys. THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON. And omfg Magnum and Higgens are so happy duo ngl 😭😭😭

OKAY THAT'S ALL FOR NOW YIPPEE

Tag time :D

@sammiekel @jiksvokrat @cristalmystery @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters @sleepdeprivedofmycorn @sunflowervc @angrilydancing and anyone else who wants to join in!!

[mykey-and-bobby-koopa]

A Little Crossover

| Versión en español |

 ((This is a small crossover between my versions of the koopalings and the versions of @thekoopalingsandstuffs. My kids will be highlighted in purple and hers will be in pink. I hope you like it. The drawings are made by me))

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Bowsy: hey, hi, you must be like me, great!!

Junie: Hello, how are you? I'm Bowser Jr., but you can call me 'Junie'

Bowsy: nice to meet you, you can call me 'Bowsy'

Junie: cute nickname

Bowsy: thank you, that's what one of my friends nicknamed me and I really liked it.

Junie: They must be good friends.

Bowsy: oh yeah! Of course, my brother Larry is the one I spend the most time with, and even though we get into arguments, we get along very well in general.

Junie: how envious! My stepbrother Larry can't stand me, as do some of my other stepbrothers.

Bowsy: oh, really?

Junie: yep. But luckily I get along well with others. Ludwig was the first to give me a chance, as was Lemmy, being the one I had the best time playing with, It's fun. Roy and Iggy like me too

Bowsy: well, it's something (giggles) I like you, I don't understand how anyone could hate you

Junie: Thanks, Bowsy.

Bowsy: (giggles) Hey, would you like to play something? What do you like to play?

Junie: I like ‘Battle Ship’, I play that a lot with Lemmy

Bowsy: great!! Dad just bought me that a few days ago, do you want to play?

Junie: Sure.

Bowsy: and then we could go to my workshop to draw and color. My friend Mykey got me some very beautiful colors and I want to try them out

Junie: I would love to!! Although I'm not good at drawing, I find it fun (giggles)

Bowsy: That's the spirit, Junie (giggles) By the way, how old are you?

June: 6 years old

Bowsy: aww so cute, I'm 11

Junie: Wow, you're bigger even though we're almost the same height.

Bowsy: (putting his right hand on his back and raising his left arm) If it's any consolation, I'm taller than Lemmy (giggles)

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Larry: so you're like me. I am 12 years old and you?

Larry: 10

Larry: tell me, do you like video games?

Larry: even the question offends, of course it does!! And let me tell you that I am very good at Fortnite

Larry: oh yeah, I've heard that game, but it doesn't catch my attention

Larry: really? And what games do you like?

Larry: Super Strike Bros.

Larry: I've never heard that one, what's it about?

Larry: oh my, my… you're missing out on something really good. Let me show you what it's all about…

(Moments later)

Larry: and what did you think?

Larry: Looks amazing!! Maybe later I'll give it a chance.

Larry: yes, yes!!

Larry: okay, okay. Only where I'm from that game doesn't exist.

Larry: well come over here and play it with me

Larry: I'd like to

Larry: I like that game because I can also play it with my best friend, Bobby, and my younger brother, Jr.

Larry: at least you have someone to play it with. Of my siblings, almost no one wants to be with me

Larry: any reason?

Larry: I don't know, everyone ignores me except Morton, he's very cool, the ONLY cool one of them all

Larry: I used to admire my brother Ludwig, but now I hate him

Larry: what a coincidence! I hate my brother Ludwig too, all because he chose my favorite color wand.

Larry: In my case it's because he caused me to fracture my wrist.

Larry: oh! Many people make bad jokes on me. I once had my butt set on fire, that's why I have a scar there.

Larry: oh wow...

Larry: It wouldn't be the only time. Many times they put pins in my chair, or glue, paint… or even burning ash… you can't imagine how much that hurt. I'm already used to it and that's why I prefer to be alone in my room playing

Larry: It's bad that you go through that, but you know? If you want you can come here and play with me, not only video games, also tennis

Larry: I… I’d love that very much.

Larry: and if you want we can play Fortnite a little, it is better to play in a group than alone

Larry: It's a deal, but know that I'm very good, and if I win I'll do the dance

Larry: whatever you say, but in SSB I will beat you without a doubt (putting both hands on his neck)

Larry: we'll see, it's a challenge (pointing up)

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Morton: (seeing someone enters the door) WELCOME... (notes little visiting Morton) HELLO! (whispers) oh, right… hello, nice to meet you. This is Morton (covers his mouth)

Morton: what? I can’t hear you

Morton: (uncovering his mouth and whispering) it's just that... Morton screams and doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

Morton: don't worry, it doesn't bother me

Morton: THANK YOU… FEEL WELCOME

Morton: I will. Thank you very much

Morton: (offers some cookies with jam to his partner) THESE ARE MY FAVORITES, I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM

Morton: thanks (eats them) oh, wow... that's where they come from

Morton: HAVE YOU ALREADY TRIED THEM?

Morton: Yes, occasionally I and my siblings get these cookies in the mail. They are delicious

Morton: A FRIEND MAKES THEM, HE ALWAYS GIVES THEM TO US WHEN WE FEEL SAD

Morton: great! I like to eat, so much so that I have learned to cook many things. My brothers like my preparations

Morton: SOUNDS INTERESTING. DO YOU HAVE A RECIPE BOOK?

Morton: yes, they gave me some, but… it's not like I can use them

Morton: THAT’S WHY?

Morton: (he puts his hands on his back looking down) ……. I have dyslexia

Morton: WHAT IS THAT?

Morton: in short, it is difficult for me to read and write, I am 12 years old and it is too difficult for me, my brothers or someone else helps me with that...

Morton: OH... WELL, I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU FEEL... MORTON NEVER LEARNED TO READ OR WRITE, OR EVEN SPEAK, THAT'S WHY HE SCREAMS, AND HE'S 13 YEARS OLD.

Morton: then we are not that different

Morton: AT LEAST YOU UNDERSTAND ME (giggles)

Morton: (giggles) you’re very nice.

Morton: THANK YOU (blushing) AND WHAT ELSE DO YOU LIKE TO DO?

Morton: Well, I like to paint landscapes. At home I have some very nice canvases that I have painted.

Morton: DO YOU WANT TO PAINT SOME?

Morton: Yes, I would like to, but where do I get a canvas and paint?

Morton: DON'T WORRY, I'LL BE CONCERNED (giggles and leaves)

(After a moment, Morton arrives with painting materials)

Morton: I GOT THIS FOR JR., YOU CAN PAINT WHATEVER YOU WANT

Morton: Wow, that's great!

Morton: MORTON WILL ACCOMPANY YOU WITH SOME COOKIES

(After a while, the Morton painter finishes and raises his brush)

Morton: how is it going?

Morton: (thumbs up while he eats cookies) IT LOOKS AMAZING

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Wendy: Hello, dear. Welcome

Wendy: hello, how are you?

Wendy: Fine. So you are like me

Wendy: It seems so. Well, we both look divine

Wendy: we agree on that. I'm the only girl here; you already know how difficult it is to find a moment of peace

Wendy: you’re right. Almost all of my brothers are a pain, especially Iggy, but luckily I put them in their place when they get on my nerves, which would be almost always.

Wendy: and what do you do about it?

Wendy: I kick them “there”, you know, although more with Roy, Iggy and Larry, the others make me feel a little sorry, I'm not such a beast

Wendy: if I'm honest, sometimes I would like to fix everything with violence, but my nails would be ruined, with how difficult it is to maintain them

Wendy: good point.

Wendy: you know? It's nice to talk to someone who listens.

Wendy: yeah, don't get used to it; it's not that I'm very sociable so to talk. I prefer to be on my cell phone

Wendy: yes, I understand you. Would you like something to drink?

Wendy: since you mention it, I’d like strawberry lemonade, very acidic the way I like it.

Wendy: okay, give me a moment. Feel comfortable

(Ten minutes later)

Wendy: (taking a sip) and as I said, at 13 and a half years old I have hit Roy more than a hundred times, it is very de-stressing

Wendy: (taking a sip of her blackberry lemonade) and how did you do that?

Wendy: because he told me that men are stronger than women, but I proved to him that a man cannot bleed for seven days in a row unlike us (laughs) so I kicked him “there” and it's not like he resisted any longer ten minutes with the pain. Since then he stopped being so stupid with me.

Wendy: I guess that was a good lesson. I am very polite and feminine, but if someone gets on my nerves, I get angry and attack. At 14 I already give myself respect.

Wendy: you tell them, sis (giggles)

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Iggy: so we are equivalent, huh?

Iggy: I guess so, but you're taller. You are older?

Iggy: I guess. I’m 14

Iggy: so, you're younger, I'm 15

Iggy: well you don't look that old, but at least we are similar

Iggy: It doesn't matter how old we are, at least I found someone just as crazy as me

Iggy: what do you mean?

Iggy: you know, like a mad scientist and with the strangest occurrences

Iggy: well, something like that.

Iggy: do you like energy drinks? I do and I drink them at night before sleeping next to Roy

Iggy: no, they make me sick. I drank one as a child and didn't stop feeling sick to my stomach for three days. I usually drink more coffee

Iggy: oh well

Iggy: but at least I still like to get into mischief

Iggy: oh, and what kind of mischiefs? I feel curious

Iggy: nothing, mostly creating bombs and traps mechanisms, and sometimes my siblings fall into it, Ludwig and Roy more. Lemmy is the one who falls the most (laughs)

Iggy: ow, I thought you would be more daring

Iggy: for example...?

Iggy: I don't know, that you had an affair with a boy, things like that

Iggy: nah, I like girls, and I already had a bad experience because of one of my brothers. I take things easy

Iggy: meh, how boring. I am gay and I am excited to meet more people. Right now I'm with someone, but things haven't progressed much. We even went to a funeral together and there was nothing, it was the most boring

Iggy: What did you expect?

Iggy: well… nah, forget it. What else do you have? Do you have a pet? I have an adorable girl called Nibbles, the cutest Chain Chomp there is.

Iggy: I also have a pet Chain Chomp, he is male and his name is Charlie

Iggy: that's great, if he had known he would have brought my girl so they could meet

Iggy: It would be a good idea, bring it next time. She is welcome. Do you know how to behave?

Iggy: of course, he only has “accidents” if he hears loud noises

Iggy: I understand

Iggy: well, how about we go find a boy? (stands on one foot in a feminine manner and moves his tail, placing his hands in a heart shape)

Iggy: I'll accompany you, but I don't promise to find anything interesting (shrugs and sticks out his tongue)

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Roy: oh, here we have another guy with good taste in fashion

Roy: oh, hello!

Roy: how are you? (hugs his counterpart) oh, sorry, it was unintentional...

Roy: nah, it doesn't bother me. I find it very adorable. My brothers usually hug me too, other kids too.

Roy: I imagine you are very lovable

Roy: You have no idea. Many girls have fallen for my charms, but there is one who has left me in awe, a bunny named Harriet... but lately things haven't been going very well. On the other hand, her brother has comforted me like a great friend.

Roy: friend? Maybe it's something more than that

Roy: I don't think so; I'm straight, as far as I know (looks away confused)

Roy: (shrugs) you would be surprised, but don't worry, I know how insecure you can feel, you know, things in life.

Roy: It's true. I'm almost out of school and I still don't know what to do with my life.

Roy: there are two of us now. Wait a minute, are you almost done with school? Well, how old are you?

Roy: already 18 years old, you?

Roy: fifteen

Roy: oh wow, I thought you were the oldest of all just like me, because of how strong you look

Roy: oh, well thanks but no. I'm one of the oldest, so I got in shape to protect my brothers

Roy: Indeed. I already left my time as a bully behind, now I want to be the example to follow, even if Wendy continues to hit me “there”, you know…

Roy: ouch... well, I was a bully too, I felt insecure about what others thought of me, but now I'm different, more or less, because according to Jr.'s words, I'm still a mastodon, but one in which can trust (laughs)

Roy: well, I barely know you, but I feel like I can trust you

Roy: thanks, I say the same about you

(both do a fist bump)

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Lemmy: oh, another Lemmy

Lemmy: What's up?

Lemmy: everything is calm, and you?

Lemmy: I don't know. I got here. I guess we are the same

Lemmy: apparently yes. Tell me what you like?

Lemmy: I like movies in Russian, bats and knives, in fact I have a lot of these

Lemmy: oh my, that sounds interesting, scary and curious

Lemmy: a little, and what about you?

Lemmy: I like rainbows, balloons, circus shows, but most of all big rubber balls. I like to climb on them to feel high

Lemmy: Yeah, I guess they're great when you're a kid. I'm 6 years old, but I find that a little corny.

Lemmy: (shrugs) there are those who enjoy it regardless of age. I'm 15 years old and I still like childish things.

Lemmy: that's what I'm talking about, only children enjoy that and... w-wait... y-you're 15 years old??!! Really??

Lemmy: yes, I'm serious. I love these things, no matter how “corny” they may sound.

Lemmy: oh… I didn't expect that, but you don't look like a teenager even though you're my brother Iggy's age.

Lemmy: yeah, many tell me the same thing, they have even told me that I look like the youngest of my brothers. At first that detail bothered me, but over time I started to don't care. Now I am who I am and I enjoy the things that make me happy, just like you with your knives

Lemmy: (takes a knife out of his pocket and looks at it) ………… yes, I understand you

Lemmy: would you like to join me and swing on a rubber ball?

Lemmy: well, I... yeah, why not?

(Both take out their wands and summon a rubber ball, standing up and lifting one foot to balance)

Lemmy: this is so funny

Lemmy: right? The advantage of being light is that you have better balance (he crosses his eyes, looking in opposite directions and sticking out his tongue)

Lemmy: you're right (smiles as he swings)

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Ludwig: okay, you must be the Ludwig from that time. Be welcome to my home

Ludwig: th-thank you, I… I'm very happy to see you again

Ludwig: oh yeah?

Ludwig: yes! You are nice and taller

Ludwig: nah, just a little. I'm 16. When you're older you'll reach this height.

Ludwig: I… I'm 17

Ludwig: oh, really? I did not expect it

Ludwig: (shrugs) things in life, I guess.

Ludwig: well, sorry if that bothered you. The truth is that I have not been very sociable and I still find it difficult

Ludwig: Don't worry, everything is fine. After all, Roy treats me very lovingly. He is one of my favorite brothers

Ludwig: how envious, I used to have a favorite brother, but we fought and now we haven't talked again

Ludwig: oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope things work out

Ludwig: (sighs) me too but I can't force it. He told me that he preferred someone more as a brother than me.

Ludwig: yes, I know what you're saying. My brother Larry doesn't want to make peace with me even though I have wanted to get closer to him many times, but nothing. On the contrary, he usually makes fun of me, that I am fat or about my more… personal problems.

Ludwig: Like which ones?

Ludwig: uh…

Ludwig: You can trust me, I won't tell anyone. And if you tell me, I can tell you a secret of mine

Ludwig: o-okay... (takes a deep breath, somewhat nervously) I have problems with urinary incontinence and... (starts to shake a little) it has given me many moments of embarrassment. Everything gets worse when I feel a little nervous or stressed, especially because of a lot of things that have happened in the last two months. Luckily almost all my brothers accept me as I am... except Larry

Ludwig: (sighs) it seems like both Larrys are a complete nuisance (shrugs)

Ludwig: so it's your Larry that you get along with badly?

Ludwig: yes, and he's not the only one, but he's the one who hurt me the most

Ludwig: I understand…

Ludwig: well, I'll tell you a secret, but promise not to tell anyone

Ludwig: musician's word

Ludwig: well... (whispers to him) listen: there is a boy with purple hair who is very friendly, but I am not convinced by his complete friendship and I think he is hiding something...

Ludwig: okay...?

Ludwig: well… I'm having a little crush on him, but I'm not sure. He has me a little confused and it's not supposed to be like that. He is a little older than me and he happens to be your age. This sensation is quite strange and sometimes it doesn't let me sleep.

Ludwig: oh yes. I know that. A year ago I also felt like this, until with the help of my brothers I came out of the closet and declared myself to someone.

Ludwig: and what happened next?

Ludwig: well, first I told him about my problems and even with that he accepted me

Ludwig: I see

Ludwig: don't worry, your secret is safe with me (giggles) but if I'm honest... if you like that boy, you should meet him, spend time with him and leave your prejudices aside. It's just a little advice between Ludwigs

Ludwig: (blushing slightly) y-yes, th-thank you...

Ludwig: in any case, I am not an expert either, but know that you have my support, as they gave me at the time.

Ludwig: I thank you very much. You know? You are quite nice and tender. I would like you to visit me again another time. Maybe there I'll tell you how he went with... what I told you (laughs) although I don't promise that everything will go so well (he places his hands on his waist and smiles slightly)

Ludwig: (blushing with his hands behind his back) whenever you like (giggles)

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THE END

((I hope all of you liked it. There will be more projects like this later. There will also be new characters))

[mbirnsings-71]

WAIT OKAY MADI gimme ur fav fic tropes and then i will send recs based off of that hehehe like whats ur angst level preference n stuff nodsnodsnsodnsos

oh OH okay OKAY

I'm not the biggest angst girlie (more so a fluff girlie, especially if it's domestic fluff) but if It does have Angst I would prefer hurt/comfort because I can't handle pure angst or I will cry violently. Oh and I hate Miscommunication but that's because logically we know what the others are doing most likely but the characters don't so it just makes me want to scream.

A.k.a my Angst preference is like no super hard hurt no comfort because I can take Angst like almost dying and getting injured and stuff but I like there to be a side of comfort with it. also as long as there's no major character death, non-con, or underage stuff I'm pretty sure I can handle it.

Fav fic tropes however is a fun one and so I will list some that I have enjoyed:

Marriage proposals/weddings (like those are my favorite things and I can not explain why, Jay can let you know that It is in fact my bread and butter

Fake Dating is also a good one especially if it turns into real dating (I've read a 45k word one-shot about Buck and Eddie fake dating to go to Buck's parents' retirement party cause Buck didn't want to deal with his parents alone while Maddie is also trying to deal with their parents and it was so beautifully written my god I finished it in one 5 hour sitting it was wild)

Friends to lovers is also a favorite of mine because while some people are enemies to lovers fans I just prefer the opposite (and in Buck and Eddie's case I love the speedrunning friends to fiancés for them!!)

if it's a father figure/maternal figure and their perceived adoptive child story I love ones where they explicitly get told that the other sees them like a son/daughter or a mother/father like those are so good for me to read and it's why I love Buck and Bobby's dynamic so much because Buck says in the 9-1-1 and 9-1-1 lone star crossover that Bobby is kind of like his father figure AND IT'S JUST I need these two to actually have a conversation about it okay

also any stories that do like good character introspection about characters' backstories and their connections to people like I love me a good character study LIKE ONE TIME I READ A ONE-SHOT ABOUT BUCK AND HIS RELATIONSHIP TO ALMOST DYING AND IT WAS SO-

Sickfics are also a trope I love because I just love seeing characters get taken care of. The trust needed to have someone else take care of you while you're in a state that makes you achy and hurt and just genuinely miserable feeling just is so nice to me, especially since this trope can be used Platonically and Romantically it's just a good over-all trope.

This also feeds into another trope I like called a character gets a breakdown and gets comforted and held like that is my favorite trope and I think it shows sometimes, sue me I like comfort.

My guilty pleasures are Chatfics/social media aus because those are fun to just breeze through and you don't have to really worry too much about typos because you can fix them in the story as a character fixing their own typo and I know they're not everyone's cup of tea but they're just so fun for me to read personally.

there's probably more but I'm blanking at the moment so we'll end it here

[legolasghosty]

20 Questions for Writers

Aaaaaa thanks @1mnobodywhoareyou for the tag!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

26

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

62,578

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Julie and the Phantoms mainly, though I have a single Harry Potter fic I wrote for a friend, one Lockwood & Co ficlet floating around Tumblr somewhere, and a couple of Red White and Royal Blue ideas/wips that may end up on something someday.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Maybe You Can't But That's Why I'm Here (90)

Your Colors Show Me Your History (81)

It's New, It Looks Good On You (76)

I Shouldn't Keep Loving You (But I Like it When You Hold My Hand) (66)

I'll be Here, I'll Hold You Through It (64)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! I know I'm very behind on it though. It's on my list of things to catch up on in the next few weeks now that I'm done with school.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmmm I'm honestly not sure out of the ones I have posted. I know I have an older Bobby Angst fic that I didn't post that is probably the angstiest ending I've written, but out of ones I've put online... I'll be Here, I'll Hold You Through It maybe? It's not exactly angst, but it's lighter in the actual comfort than most of my angstier ones? Or Screw Your Family (You Have Us)?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh so many, I love a happy ending! I Know I Can Fall (Because You'll be there to Catch Me) is a lovely one with a cool happy ending I think! But really most of mine have happy or at least hopeful endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't really gotten any to my face so far. Yay for tiny fandom where people are mostly nice!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I haven't up to this point, no.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't really in the past, at least not anything I might consider posting, but I'm not opposed.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope :(

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes but not posted, @valiantlyweepingdreamer and I have a longrunning soulmate AU we started together a couple of years ago, and there's been a couple of other little things I've helped friends write.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Either Percy/Annabeth from PJO or Willie/Alex from JatP! I love the both of them with my entire soul!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Besides the aforementioned soulmate AU, uhhh... oh I have this old idea for a JatP Camp Halfblood/PJO AU that I started but I don't think I have a solid enough grasp on where I want it to go to finish it :(((

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told I'm good at writing feels and softness?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Angst, super long ideas, and dialogue can be hard sometimes for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Theoretically cool, but I would absolutely not do it beyond like using a pet name in another language unless I had someone else who actually spoke that language to help me. I've seen too many badly translated bits in books and fics to feel comfortable with that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Julie and the Phantoms

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Oh gosh... I'll go with Maybe You Can't, But That's Why I'm Here, because it was just pure projection, but it was the first thing I ever posted and people were so sweet about it, so it holds a special place in my heart!

Okay no pressure tagging @linden-after-hours, @fandomscraziness22, @keepingthepeaceinouterspace, and anyone else who wants to play!

[zerolostwalks]

2023 Fic Round Up

Summary:

Number of Fics: 81 New Fics; 3 Prompt Collections, 2 Continued Fics,

Most of the writing done this year was prompt fills (71 stand alone prompt fics).

Also have the We Run Together series on tumblr that I have yet to transfer to AO3.

2022 Roundup

(Tumblr disliked my original draft so I had to significantly cut down the information in the list)

Prompt Collections:

Chemicals React (Chapters 57-68)

Round Robin (6+ Sentence Fics) (Chapters 11-29)

3 Sentence Fics (Chapters 18-29)

January

Deep in My Bones (G, Julie & Carrie, Julie/Reggie, Part 1: 2023 Prompts)

Furby (G, Alex/Luke/Reggie/Willie/Bobby, Part 2: 2023 Prompts)

The Stage is Set (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 3: 2023 Prompts

You are Not Alone (G, Alex & Reggie, Part 4: 2023 Prompts)

Still Come Back to You (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 5: 2023 Prompts, Part 7: Kiss Kiss)

Clocks Move Forward (G, Trevor-centric, Part 6: 2023 Prompts)

Stranger Than Fiction (G, Julie & Alex & Reggie, Part 7: 2023 Prompts)

Glitter on the Highway (T, Reggie/Flynn, Part 8: 2023 Prompts)

February

To Follow Where You Are (T, Reggie/Carrie, Part 9: 2023 Prompts)

Not All Treasure’s Gold (M, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 10 2023 Prompts)

Cold as Ice (G, Reggie/Willie, Part 11 2023 Prompts)

Want This to Last (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 12: 2023 Prompts, Part 10: Kiss Kiss)

Like Never Before (G, Reggie/Luke, Part 13: 2023 Prompts)

With a Taste of Your Lips (G, Alex/Willie, Part 14: 2023 Prompts)

Keeping a Moment (T, Alex/Luke/Willie, Part 15: 2023 Prompts)

Leave All This to Yesterday (G, Julie & Reggie, Part 16: 2023 Prompts)

Let the Rain Pour (G, Julie/Reggie/Flynn, Part 17: 2023 Prompts, First Published: February 2023, Completed April 2023)

So Close And Still So Far (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 18: 2023 Prompts)

March

Dream to Me (G, Reggie/Will Byers, Part 19: 2023 Prompts, Stranger Things Crossover)

A Hold of Me (T, Julie/Reggie, Julie & Alex & Luke & Reggie & WIllie & Bobby, First Published: March 2023, Completed: March 2023)

Kiss it Better (G, Alex & Reggie, Part 20: 2023 Prompts)

Come Up for Coffee? (T, Alex/Willie, Part 21: 2023 Prompts)

So I Don’t Lose You (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 22: 2023 Prompts)

But I'm Livin' (T, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Part 23: 2023 Prompts)

So I Whisper Now In Your Ear (T, Julie & Alex & Luke & Reggie, First Published: July 2022; Chapter 7 published: March 2023)

Here With You (T, Julie/Reggie, Reggie/Luke, Part 3: Hanging by a Moment)

The Devil Searching For Redemption (T, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 24: 2023 Prompts, Part 1: Devil Searching for Redemption)

April

I Could Be The Monster (M, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Part 2: Devil Searching for Redemption)

A Lovely Night (G, Julie/Reggie, First Published: October 2022 Completed: November 2023)

Getting Carried Away (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 25: 2023 Prompts)

Do You Want? (T, Alex/Luke, Part 26: 2023 Prompts)

I'm Here I Promise (G, Ray & Luke, Part 27: 2023 Prompts)

He Once Was a True Love of Mine (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 28: 2023 Prompts)

Someone You'd Call Your Enemy (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 29: 2023 Prompts)

May

A Feeling Running Through Our Veins (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 30: 2023 Prompts)

Someday I'll Wish Upon a Star (G, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Part 31: 2023 Prompts)

A Line Without a Hook (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 32: 2023 Prompts)

I Would Waste My Time (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 33: 2023 Prompts, Part 3: Feats of Crimson)

June

Pain Relief (G, Reggie/Luke, Part 34: 2023 Prompts)

We'll Make Sure You're Okay. (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 35: 2023 Prompts)

Over and Out (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 36: 2023 Prompts)

Cherry Blossom Kiss (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 37: 2023 Prompts)

Miss You (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 38: 2023 Prompts)

A Matter of Time (T, Julie/Reggie, First Published: June 2023, Completed: October 2023)

Competitive Baking (G, Rose-centric, Part 39: 2023 Prompts)

You Got the Keys (G, Julie & Reggie, Part 40: 2023 Prompts)

Jump Then Fall (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 41: 2023 Prompts)

Glasses (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Julie/Reggie/Flynn, Prompt 42: 2023 Prompts)

PokéPlush (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 43: 2023 Prompts, Part 6: Kiss Kiss)

Maybe I'm Your Love (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 44: 2023 Prompts, Part 11: Kiss Kiss)

July

Always Find My Way To You (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 45: 2023 Prompts)

What A Time (T, Reggie/Carrie, Part 46: 2023 Prompts)

Would You? (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 47: 2023 Prompts)

Only Thing To Say (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 48: 2023 Prompts, Part 1: Kiss Kiss)

August

fearless // good night (G, Julie/Reggie)

September

A Damn Cold Night (G, Julie & Reggie, Part 2: I'm With You)

Take Me by the Hand (M, Julie & Reggie, Part 3: I'm With You)

Misspeak (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 49: 2023 Prompts)

'Til We're All Alone (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 50: 2023 Prompts)

Unexpected (G, Julie & Willie, Part 51: 2023 Prompts)

Cygne Noir (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 52: 2023 Prompts)

A Beauteous Flower (G, Julie/Reggie/Kayla, Part 53: 2023 Prompts)

Keep Asking Why (T, Bobby-centric, Part 54: 2023 Prompts)

Happily Ever After...So Far (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 55: 2023 Prompts)

October

Missing You (G, Julie/Reggie)

Complete Now (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke)

Rained In (G, Julie/Reggie/Kayla, Part 56: 2023 Prompts)

There For You Till the Very End (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 57: 2023 Prompts)

Dream Ripped at the Seam (M, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Part 3: Devil Searching for Redemption)

(All I Really Want is) Something Beautiful to Say (G, Julie & Alex, Part 58: 2023 Prompts)

Come Take Me Home? (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 59: 2023 Prompts, Part 4: I'm With You)

Homework and Teddy Bear (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 60: 2023 Prompts)

November

Until the dice roll five or eight (G, Julie & Reggie & Luke, Part 61: 2023 Prompts)

A Needed Hug (G, Ray & Reggie, Part 62: 2023 Prompts)

Dangerous Hands (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 63: 2023 Prompts)

Long to Hold You Tight (G, Reggie/Luke, Part 64: 2023 Prompts)

Connections (G, Luke & Carrie, Part 65: 2023 Prompts)

"That's My Side." (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 66: 2023 Prompts)

Caramel Macchiato (G, Flynn/Carrie, Part 67: 2023 Prompts)

December

Save Me From Tears (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 68: 2023 Prompts)

Hunka Hunka Burnin' Love (G, Reggie/Luke, Part 69: 2023 Prompts)

'Cause you asked for it (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 70: 2023 Prompts)

Photos or It Isn't Real (G, Flynn/Carrie, Part 71: 2023)

[doyelikehaggis]

End of year review

Thank you @rhyslahey for the tag! This is such a fun idea <3

Rules:

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

Your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year

Your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing (or art) over the past year

Your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year,

And your number 1 favourite line you've written this year!

Top 5 works I'm most proud of:

I haven't written nearly as much as I would've liked to have done due to it being a bit of a stressful year, but I did manage a few fics I'm particularly proud of, which are: I don't wanna lose you (because I enjoyed exploring Tina/Mike as it's not something I've done before, and their relationship and communication is very important to me), I now pronounce you... (because, again, exploring John/Brianna's dynamic and relationship was so interesting to me and I enjoy them greatly as well as what could've been), me in your sweater (because Bobby and Freddie have such a sweet dynamic and some winter fluff seemed right for them), Who said friends can't kiss? (because I had never considered Finn/Jesse before so it was a nice challenge to work them out as I went), and Ice Cream & Drag Race (because it gave me an opportunity to explore Ben's emotional state, as well as how it affects the people around him)

Top 4 currents WIPs:

First up, we have a slight rewrite to the episode "Across the Baricade" from (Derry Girls) where James comes out to Jon, then we have the one where Danielle doesn't die after confessing everything to Ronnie (EastEnders), one where Derek decides to go with Trevor to the concert and ends up with a crush on him (Life With Derek), and my EastEnders/TDG crossover fic that is going to consist of multiple (mostly) separate chapters about the characters.

Top 3 biggest improvements:

I've definitely learned that not every idea needs to be woven into a whole 20k word fic and can, in fact, just be 2k words. I think that I'm able to get into character's heads better than I may have been in the past. And I do definitely think that I've improved when it comes to dialogue a bit, which has been a bit struggle for me in the past as I much prefer internal monologue and lengthy descriptions.

Top 2 resolutions:

Oh, definitely to write more and worry less about whether people will enjoy a fic premise/whether it's good enough to even bother with, and just have fun with it. And to write more EastEnders fics, of course, it is my latest and forever love.

Favourite line:

God, okay, this is gonna take some digging, but I think maybe from "I now pronounce you...": John wishes he had left his answer at three words now; his skin is flaming, so much so that he's sure Brianna can probably feel the heat emanating from him. If that's the case, then the girl has no qualms about playing with fire, as she places her hands over his, stopping him.

Truthfully, almost every line from that fic destroys me on some level.

Now, tagging @imtalkinnonsense @crazychicke @emberandshadow @benedictbridgertonns @imaginearyparties -- feel free to ignore this tag, and anyone who sees it that wants to do it but hasn't been tagged, this is your sign to go for it! <3

[zmediaoutlet]

happy wincest wednesday z! if sam and dean were dropped into ff7, which characters do you think they would get along with or not get along with?

happy wincest wednesday eve -- ty for indulging me both on doing the wincest wednesday thing and also for this hilarious crossover, lol. Talk about tones that do not mesh.

Which obv makes it better, haha. Like Dean would be just straight-up heckling Sephiroth and it would be DESERVED. Who's that portentous. Jesus. I guess in the same way that when they got dropped into Scooby Doo and suddenly could do scrambling cartoon runs and whatnot, tho, if they were dropped in FFVII they should also gain the equivalent of video game protagonist powers (and possibly hair -- Sam's suddenly even more shaggy and shiny, god help us). Dean doing weird gun kata shit bc that's just how it'd be in Midgar for him -- yeah, why not!

Things I believe to be true:

Dean and Barret would initially not get along at ALL and then Dean would be extremely gentlemanly and kind to Marlene (because he has another kind of superpowers) and then Barret would be like. Okay. We are now best friends. They could get drunk and yell at corporate sloganeering together.

Dean obviously hits on Tifa but it's just in like a friendly 'we are both super hot and there are rules here' way. She is sweet and rolls her eyes about it and then they're actually pretty platonic. Plus Dean respects a bartender, especially one who could decapitate you with a kick.

Sam initially thought he could hang with Vincent just for the quiet vibes, and also the 'hey, do you feel like your girlfriend got killed and there's something monstrous inside you' element, but... it turns out you can have too much in common with someone, and like, how do you even talk about that. He ends up getting along more with Cid. Sure, Cid's a dick and brash and drinks too much, but he's actually very sweet on the inside, and Sam's like 'wow, it's like Bobby's 30 years younger and feels strongly about tea.' (Dean and Cid argue about mechanic details and Dean's offended that he's not allowed to fly the Highwind. Sam hears the bitching about each other from both sides.)

They both can't stand Yuffie. Sam tries, but... fuck.

Aerith is obviously nice to them both, and flirts with them both in her sunny easy way, but there's a little wall there -- Aerith, angel-like, has this element to her that they can't touch, and she recognizes them both as touched by destiny too, and it's just... Sam says to Dean, one night, that she reminds him of Anna, and Dean agrees. (Although he doesn't have last night on earth sex with Aerith.) ((Aerith is out in a meadow one day when Sam goes for a walk, and she vaguely implies that she knows Sam and Dean are soulmates and that that must be nice, and Sam doesn't exactly know what to say because she seems so sad about it. But he carries the basket of herbs she picked, and helps her over the little river so she doesn't get her boots wet, and she smiles at him grateful and knowing and then sends him back to his brother.))

Cloud: neither of them know what to do with this fuckin guy. They don't respond well to Cool Loner Types. Plus Dean recognizes crazy when he sees it, and nudges Sam hard the first time Cloud has one of his Little Moments and Sam's like, ow, yes, I see it too. Still, after the whole... psychotic break thing (and after Aerith dies) I feel like they'd each be able to handle part of it -- Dean being apparently-callous 'let's deal with the logistics and problems in front of us' support; Sam being like, hey, if you want to talk about hallucinating your worst enemy I Am Your Guy. They would both also have a lot of sympathy for the, you know, mother dying in a fire set by the devil part.

Red XIII: Dean: "Holy shit, dude. They got their own Scooby Doo." Sam: "I'm pretty sure that's... really offensive. He's like... a member of an indigenous tribe or something, Dean." Dean: "Sam, he is a talking dog." Sam: "...Yeah, he is. But if you offer him a Scooby Snack I will not mop you up when he kills you."

[chyeahnursey]

Fanfic guessing game: hmmmm

What's more likely, hockey? Roof? Pie? Let's go with... freckle! 🧡

@hazmatilda

Not... a single... freckle! :O

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Roof - only from already posted fics!

Nursey and Ford fic

“I will actually fight you,” she tells him. 

“Who’re you gonna fight?” Chowder climbs out onto the roof and squishes between Ford and Nursey. 

“Nursey,” she tells Chowder as he drapes his arm around her shoulders and she leans into him.

Nurseydex fic

Derek smiled, the tiniest hint of embarrassment in his eyes. “I… definitely was thinking that, you’re right. Okay, but now you’ve promised me a dance, you can’t back out.”

“Wouldn’t want to. How did you find this place, anyways?” Will asked, looking around at the decorated rooftop bar. “I don’t even think there was a sign on the street for it.”

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Pie - from a 9-1-1 and omgcp crossover I'm working on (the brain rot is real)

“Thanks Bobby!” Derek shoots a smug smile at Dex. “Dex has been telling me how good your cooking is. Makes me miss college, we had a roommate - well, hockey captain - who was an amazing baker. Can make basically anything, but pies are his favourite. Dex makes a passable copy of his pie.”

Dex snorts loudly. “Passable copy - see if I save any pie for you next time.”

”Bitty will make sure I get pie,” Derek says haughtily. 

“Not when I tell him you’ve been denigrating his baking tutelage.”

”Double fine for the hypocrisy and the five dollar SAT words.”

Dex rolls his eyes. “Make a note, I’ll pay it later.”

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Hockey - from the same crossover fic in progress

“NURSEY! DEX!” They run towards each other and collide in a laughing blur of teal and black. “You made it ohmygod I’m so happy to see you it’s been AGES. Were you texting Farmer? Did you like the seats?”

”Dude, the seats were ’SWAWESOME, we could see every save!” Derek enthused. “We sent Farmer so many photos of you - well, your hockey butt anyways,” he gives Chow an exaggerated wink.

[alexandrianicolegrey-oc]

"Heartbreak and Alcohol"

Eddie Diaz x fem!Reader

Clean Imagine

Genre: hurt/comfort, heartbreak, fluff, angst

9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star Crossover

TW: mentions of alcohol, swearing, heartbreak

Taglist: @caitsymichelle13 @mrspeacem1nusone @angel-malaki-morningstar

(If anyone else wants to be added to the taglist for upcoming 911/911 Lone Star fics and imagines, let me know. My ask box and messages are open.)

Y/n had been an LAFD firefighter for almost 5 years now. She transferred from Austin, Texas after her father passed away when she was just 21 years old. Y/n became a firefighter for Station 126 when she was 18. She had been struggling with the grief for awhile and decided she needed to get out of Texas, and Captain Owen Strand had suggested she transfer to LAFD. So, she did. Owen Strand, her former captain, had known Bobby Nash for quiet awhile and got together with him over the phone to discuss Y/n transferring to his station. To which Bobby agreed.

Fast forward to the Present,

"Hey, Y/n, you coming to Buck's surprise party next week?" Eddie asked, as he was finishing up the lunch dishes.

"Yeah, I'll be there." Y/n said, her voice cracked a little. She wasn't her usually happy self as of lately and the crew could tell by her actions.

Eddie stopped what he was doing to look at Y/n. "Hey, are you okay? You seem a little down."

"Yeah, yeah I'm great. Fine, actually." She replied. She had just changed into her uniform from her turn out gear.

As she was making her way downstairs, she saw her boyfriend chatting with Bobby. She perked up a bit.

"Hey, Jace." She smiled, greeting her boyfriend.

He didn't seem happy to see her though. "We need to talk." He said, watching as Bobby walked off. He then, roughly grabbed her arm, pulling her outside. "Ow. What is wrong with you? You were fine this morning." Y/n huffed a little.

"I'm breaking up with you." The words escaped his mouth.

Her face fell. "Wh-what?" She felt her world shatter and her heart broke into millions of tiny, little pieces. She was head over heels crazy in love with Jace. Why was he doing this to her? Did she do something wrong?

"I found someone else to be with. And I've been seeing her behind your back. She told me I needed to end it with you if I wanted to be with her, which I do. So, I packed my stuff. Also, here's the spare key." He handed it to her before he turned and walked off.

Y/n was heartbroken, crushed. Tears streamed her cheeks, as she watched him walk away. She grabbed the door, holding on tightly. She began crying her heart out.

Buck, who was nearby, heard Y/n crying. He quickly stopped what he was doing to check on her, followed by Eddie, Bobby, Chim, and Hen.

"Hey, hey, hey! What happened?" Eddie helped her to stand, holding her upright.

Through muffled sobs, she managed to get out, "Cheated. Left me for another." Before she dropped to her knees crying.

Bobby also noticed the small bruise forming on her arm from where her now ex, had grabbed her roughly.

"Did he hurt you?" Bobby asked.

"He-he grabbed my arm really hard." Y/n muttered. As she wiped her eyes, the alarm went off. She was stopped by Bobby. "Hey, are you sure you want to come? You're can stay here if you need."

She nodded. "Yeah, I think I'll do that."

With that, she headed for the locker room as the other 118 members pulled out of the station.

As she sat in the locker room, she pulled out a bottle of liquor. She opened it, and chugged it down. Y/n then proceeded to chug a second one down, then a third, and a fourth. By the fifth drink, she was already drunk.

She sobbed as she stumbled up the stairs, towards the kitchen.

An hour later,

The 118 returned. Eddie heard crashing and banging noises, as did the others. They raced upstairs to find a drunk, heartbroken Y/n stumbling around, cussing, and her words were slurred.

Eddie caught her before she fell. "Hey, Y/n, Buck and I are taking you home."

She tried to fight him but found it was pointless. Bobby, Chim, and Hen could see what the breakup was doing to her. And they knew she was drinking again just by the smell of her breath, her stumbling into things, and her slurred speech.

Eddie decided to bring her to his place since the three had two days off. Eddie carried her inside, gently placing her on his bed, as Buck grabbed water and aspirin for her for when she woke up.

Eddie pulled his blankets over her. And kept his door open.

"That son of a bitch." Buck swore. "How could he fucking do that to her?! Just break her heart like she was nothing?! Did he even fucking love her?!" He paced Eddie's kitchen.

Eddie ran his fingers through his hair. "I dunno. But, her drinking like this, it's eating her alive. And the fact that he just straight out told her he was cheating on her, pisses me the fuck off." Eddie growled. "I mean, she is the kindest, sweetest person I've met. How could any fucking scumbag do this?"

Later that night,

Y/n opened her eyes, she found Eddie and Buck on either side of her. "Buck? Eddie?" She whispered.

Buck's eyes flew open. As did Eddie's. "Y/n, how are you feeling?" Eddie asked, pushing hair from her wet cheeks.

"Like shit." She muttered. "How long- did everyone see me-" she couldn't even get the words out of her mouth.

"It's okay, Bobby called earlier to see how you were doing. You were asleep then. Athena also called to check in, so did Hen and Chim." Eddie said softly.

"Yeah, Maddie called to check on you too." Buck added.

"I'm sorry for making a mess at the station." Y/n said quietly.

"Hey, none of us were mad. We're worried about you." Eddie kissed the top of her head, followed by Buck kissing her cheek.

She smiled softly. "You both have been here the whole time?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah, we have. We haven't left." Buck chuckled.

"Chris- where is he?"

"Carla came and picked him up. He is spending the night at his friend's house." Eddie said, gently stroking the side of her face. She smiled, yawning a little, before laying her head back down, only to fall asleep again.

The next morning,

Y/n was asleep with her head nestled against Eddie with her legs intertwined with Buck's legs. Buck had his head against her back with his hands on her hips. Eddie had his arms draped over her and his head pressed against hers.

Y/n opened her eyes. She smiled at the sight. She was cuddled against Buck and Eddie. The fact that she knew just how much they cared for her, made her want to go to AA meetings for her drinking problem. Because she couldn't hurt the people she cared for and loved. She saw Eddie wake up. His smile was just beautiful. She then heard Buck behind her.

"Good morning." Buck spoke, his voice deep as he stretched.

"Morning." She smiled, her voice raspy.

"Morning to you too." Eddie replied.

Buck and Eddie smiled at Y/n. "You two want some breakfast?" Eddie asked. "Yeah, I'm hungry." She sat up, stretching.

"Same here. I'm starving." Buck laughed a little.

[bi-bard]

Vessel - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Vessel

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Reader

Requested: by @greatpsychicflowerbanana

Word Count: 880 words

Warning(s): mentions of Lucifer and violence

Summary: (Season 13) With their friends and family on the line, (Y/n) offers the best solution to their problems.

Author's Note: Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I was sitting on the table in the library. Everyone was freaking out. Gabriel didn't have enough grace to keep the door open to the apocalypse world for long enough to get everyone out.

"We only have one other source of grace," Dean sighed.

"No, we don't," I replied, tuning back into the conversation.

"What other solution do we have than tracking down Luci-"

"Me," I pointed at myself.

It sounded dumb at first. A 15-year-old comparing themself to Lucifer in terms of power, but I was different.

When I was 10, Sam and Dean stumbled into my life. I was like a power magnifying glass. Whatever possessed me; angel, demon, what have you, would have their powers amplified dramatically. I was born with a target on my back. The brothers protected me when no one else could. Being in the bunker allowed me to stay safe.

"No," Dean said instantly.

"If I can amplify a normal angel's power almost ten-fold, imagine the power I could generate for an archangel," I motioned at Gabriel, who was leaning on the other table.

"No, no, you are not doing that."

"Dean-"

"This isn't up for debate!"

"You'd rather deal with Lucifer getting access to Jack than have me be possessed by probably the most trustworthy archangel we know?"

"(Y/n)'s got a point."

"Sam," Dean shouted. "(Y/n) was born as a target! Adding an archangel to the mix will amplify that signal!"

"And (Y/n) will be protected," Gabriel jumped in. I grinned at him. "I'm not going to stay any longer than I have to. (Y/n) can kick me out at any time."

"We can't let Lucifer get to Jack," I grabbed Dean's arm. "I know you don't like this but... it's the best chance we've got."

Dean stayed silent for a minute. I was about to plead with him again when he spoke up.

"Are you sure you wanna do this," he asked quietly. I nodded. "Okay."

I walked over to Gabriel.

"I'm going to stay in the front seat," Gabriel explained. "I don't want you to deal with what could happen in order to make the spell work."

"Is your vessel going to be okay," I asked.

"I think so," he nodded.

"So you guys are staying here," Dean asked.

"The grace may need to be refilled," I added.

Dean pulled me into a hug. I smiled and hugged him back, mumbling that I was going to be okay.

After I stepped away from Dean, Sam hugged me. He rubbed my back.

"If you hurt (Y/n) or go back on your deal or anything-"

"You'll find a way to kill me, I know," Gabriel cut him off.

I walked over to Gabriel and grinned, "Ready?"

He nodded.

"Just a warning, this may hurt like a bitch," he said.

I took a deep breath. He reached out and touched the sides of my head. It didn't hurt like he said. It wasn't nice, but it was that prickling feeling that you got when your feet fell asleep. Before I knew it, it was over.

--3rd Person P.O.V--

Gabriel looked around, his sights landing on Sam and Dean.

"I didn't realize how short (Y/n) was," he commented.

Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes at the archangel. Of course, there would be some kind of snarky comment.

"Where's (Y/n)," Dean asked.

"I tucked them in their best memories," Gabriel replied. "Nothing scary, nothing evil. Something to be comforting while we did this."

The boys nodded.

"Alright," Gabriel clapped his hands dramatically. "Red, are you ready? We've got work to do."

--Time Skip--

--1st Person P.O.V--

"(Y/n)," I turned away from the vision of a young me playing in the park to see Gabriel.

"Is it done," I asked.

"And then some," he mumbled. I furrowed my eyebrows. "We got everyone out. But that world's Michael and our world's Lucifer were not pleased."

"Oh no."

"But... my nephew and I make a badass team," he finished. "And I healed any wound that you may have had."

I chuckled as I nodded, "How's Jack?"

"Tell me to pop out of here and you can go ask him yourself."

"Gabriel," I said. He smiled. "Thank you... and get out."

Just like that, I was in the driver's seat again. I watched Gabriel pull himself off the ground. He was back in his old vessel. I ran over and hugged him, thanking him again.

"(Y/n)," I looked over to see Jack and Mary in the middle of a large group of hunters.

"Jack, Mary," I yelled. I ran over, hugging Jack first and Mary after that. "God, it's nice to see you two."

"You too," Mary mumbled.

I looked around at the group. I hadn't gotten to go with Ketch and Dean.

"Holy shit."

"I know," Dean walked over to me. "It's not our Charlie but just as much of a badass."

I picked up my hand, waving at her. She waved back, slightly awkwardly.

"That guy's Bobby, right," I asked. I didn't get to properly meet the man but I recognized him.

"Yeah," Dean was smiling. He pulled me into a hug. "I'm happy that you're alright, kid."

"Same to you," I mumbled.

I was overwhelmed. I was beyond excited to have everyone back home. It was perfect.

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[flywolfwriting]

"Why didn’t you just kill him?” Crowley said.

Dean eyed the former demon suspiciously. He should have known; he was always ribbing Dean about Cas when they drank. There was no use denying it to him anymore. “I think you know why.”

“Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

Dean blanched. “Why?”

“Because you don’t want to, and you need to.”

Dean glared, and he was suddenly sober so fast he was dizzy. “Hey!”

“You should be sober. Nothing counts when you’re drunk.”

“I kinda think that’s between me and Cas.”

Crowley’s tone indicated nonchalance, but he was staring at Dean so intensely it was clear this was, for some reason, very important to him. “If you can’t say it to me, here, in the privacy of Bobby’s kitchen, what makes you think you can say it to him?”

“I will next time I see him,” Dean lied.

“Can’t lie to a former demon, remember?”

“I could make you call in your favor.”

Crowley’s face scrunched. “You could, but then it wouldn’t be genuine. I want it to come from you .”

Dean growled in exasperation. “I’ll tell him next time,” he lied again.

Crowley leaned forward. “If you can’t even say it now, I don’t think you’ll ever get the chance.”

“Why the hell should I?”

“I can reliably tell you, you have to say it at least once. From experience.”

Dean hesitated one more moment, then sighed and rubbed his forehead. He wished he was still drunk, so he could write off his next words, but that was exactly why Crowley had insisted he be sober. “I-” Dean swallowed. Why was this so hard? Sam wasn’t home and Bobby was asleep. The only person here was Crowley, who Dean was surprisingly sure wouldn’t tell anyone. Cas wasn’t even here to reject him.

He already had, really, by leaving.

He closed his eyes. “I love him, okay?” he finally said, and it felt like a dam had broken. “I love they guy. I am in love with Cas and I have been for two damn years. I love him and I can’t stand that he’s gone so I get drunk and don’t talk about it and pray so hard I can’t think.”

“Satisfied?” Crowley asked.

Dean opened his eyes, nearly slumping with relief. “Yeah, actually, that felt pretty-” he stopped and tensed. Crowley was no longer looking at him; his eyes were now fixed somewhere over Dean’s left shoulder.

He whipped around, heart stuck somewhere between stopping, hammering, jumping into his throat, and dropping out his ass.

Cas stood in the doorway, expression unreadable.

“I think we need to talk, Dean.”

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I'm back with my Good Omens/Supernatural crossover series, Angels, Demons, and Hunters! The continuation is over on AO3!

[bigskydreaming]

could you tell us a bit more about why you like mar'i so much?? <3

Hmm, nostalgia's a huge part of it, ngl. I probably don't say it enough, but I have my fan blinders just like everyone else, and a huge part of my DickKory shipping as well as my fondness for even just the idea of Mar’i is just my willful perseverance through all the admittedly crappy takes or depictions of them and their relationship in the comics. But they were one of my first big ships, and like....they stuck on me. Imprinted. Like baby (ship) ducklings. Or I imprinted on it like a baby duckling? Idk. Something to do with baby ducklings and imprinting though, for sure.

Another part of it though - because it really is just a giant conglomeration of factors - is I fucking ADORE the trope of second generation heroes, like the children of superheroes and what their lives are like, and Mar'i isn't even just second gen, she's technically THIRD due to the fact that Dick's a second gen hero himself, being Bruce's kid and all. So that's like, the thing I like but even BETTER because its MORE and I, as you know, am all about Things In Moderation.

And then on top of that, there's also the fact that like - I mean, there's a reason I rarely talk about JUST Mar'i or even Mar'i and Jake, but tend to drone on about ALL the Titan kids en masse, because the appeal isn't just Mar'i, its her being a core part of a larger whole, with a whole BUNCH of next gen superhero kids, the future generation of Titans we SHOULD have gotten but were ROBBED of like people who got ROBBED! *shakes fist mightily* So I love that entire brood of future chaos-artists, Mar'i, Lian, Cerdian, the twins, even Bobby who is not responsible for his father being the Literal Worst.

And its just like.....we were this close to having something genuinely unique in comics, because SO MANY comics only give their Can't Let Them Age, Can't Let Them Groooooooooooow superheroes kids via time travel shenanigans and occasional genetic experimentation accelerated grow-ups.....but like, literally every one of the Titan kids we got in continuity was just....a kid, being raised normally by their parents, from babies into the possible future heroes they might someday become while we got to watch the whole thing happen, well normally plus the way Wally did it cuz he had to go and be such a special fucking snowflake about it I stg, le sigh.......at least until DC upended the chessboard and was like we're gonna murder all these babies so damn hard.

So its all of them, y'know? I love Mar'i, but I don't want a world with Mar'i so much as just a world where DC had literally just chilled and we got the whole gang.

But then ALSO, it IS about Mar'i, specifically, because I just want to see what she'd be like because I'm so big thematically on like, the impact parents' child-rearing has on their kids, and like.....I just genuinely think that Dick and Kory, when portrayed at their best as a couple, or even just as friends, like I'm honestly fine with takes where they end up breaking up but still co-parenting....like I genuinely do think their natures complement each other in such a way as I can picture them just being fucking AWESOME parents. Like, the expressive, loving, embarrassing-but-you're-actually-okay-with-it-just-can't-let-them-know-that kind of parents that are like....The Dream.

The closest thing to what I picture Dick and Kory raising kids together like is definitely Lois and Clark, as I think there's parallels there. I know I've said before that I've never been big on 'if every gen of heroes needs a Super, like Tim has Kon and Damian has Jon, then Dick needs Kara or Chris'.....like, I've never been big on that because for me, I always viewed Kory as thematically being the Titans' Superman. Like DickKory in a lot of weird ways kinda IS the Titans version of Superbat for me, and so I think their style of parenting would have a lot of crossover with Clark and Lois. But at the same time, I'm also the first one to say that no like, Dick's not Batman but he is A Bat, and he definitely has Batlike tendencies and you know I had that whole massive post-on-post-on-post chain about like, headcanons I have for quirky Batfam eccentricities that remind people that Batkids are just not like other kids, lol. So you'd have Batfam tendencies still thrown into the mix but overall a fairly healthy and happy family unit, and like....I just really want to see what that looks like or imagine it, and what teenage or adult Mar'i would grow up to be like as a result.

Similarly, the appeal of the Batfam in next gen stuff is there's so many different distinct dynamics you can imagine Mar'i having with each of them one on one.....like, there's just so much POTENTIAL in her and how she fits into her two respective family trees, because I ALSO think its incredibly interesting that Mar'i and Jake, after years of Bruce and Dick and the rest of the Batfam being characterized as like, Princes of Gotham and Gothamite royalty, like....due to Kory's family, Mar'i and Jake would actually BE literal royalty, and that's also an interesting dynamic to throw into the mix, as well as Kory's oft-neglected siblings.

But ultimately that's what it comes down to for me....I'm a sucker for untapped potential, and Mar'i just represents so damn MUCH of it. There's also the element of gestalt, like its a fave trope of mine when next gen kids are clear composites of BOTH of their parents, but also more than the sum of their parts and a distinct entity unto themselves who exists outside of just being so and so's kid.

Anyway, yeah, like I could go on for hours, probably, lol, but the gist is just....there's so many potential directions and dynamics baked into her very existence, and I would love to see any of them explored.

And again, the nostalgia thing.....like, I don't think we truly understand until we reach a certain point like, the effect time can have on your story wants or priorities, if that makes sense? Like I just mean, not to discount younger fans at all, but when you've only been reading comics for a few years or even been aware of the characters for a relatively finite length of time......there comes a point where in comparison you're suddenly like holy shit I've been a fan of this character or team or concept for literal DECADES. And that's a big element here. Like I'm in my mid-thirties and Mar'i first was introduced as possibility way back in Kingdom Come, like I first read about her when I was like....twelve.

This is a character who was more teased than ever really INTRODUCED....but like.....TWENTY FIVE YEARS AGO, lmao.

That's a loooooong time to be waiting to see her actually become an idea that's explored, that's given room to expand and become an actual character rather than just the possibility of one.

Like what we got was juuuuust enough to capture my interest and be like oh okay cool, I would like to see more of her, and then....

DC: Lmao.

FOR TWENTY-FIVE FUCKING YEARS.

sfhklafhklafhklfahklfahlf

I just....

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Emergency Contact

synopsis: Sometimes it takes an accident and the revelation that Buck is Luke's emergency contact to really bring the Buckley-Mercer (et al) Family to the same page.

fandoms: Julie and the Phantoms x 911

relationships/characters: Buckley!reader (gender neutral), Alex Mercer, Evan Buckley, Luke Patterson, Athena Grant, Maddie Buckley (all relationships are familial/platonic)

word count: 2503

warnings: mentions of minor injuries (and I mean minor, sprained ankle, minor concussion is all)

a/n: @biqherosix surprise! Catch me pushing the Buckley-Mercer family agenda cause I can. For anyone wondering, we're running with the idea that they're cousins. I honestly have no idea where this came from, I wrote it at like midnight yesterday. And it only figures that the first thing I post in forever is a crossover that is mostly self-indulgent but I promise I'm trying to get the hang of things again.

For those of y'all that haven't seen 911 but still wanna read: one, I appreciate you so much oh my gosh, two, I highly recommend it and three, all you really need to know for this one is that Buck is a firefighter with the 118, Athena Grant is a police officer, and Maddie is Buck's older sister and a 911 dispatcher. If I missed anything and you wanna know feel more than free to ask!

The absolute last thing you expected was your phone ringing well past midnight.

“Don’t answer it.”

Alex’s voice sounded from beside you, muffled by the pile of blankets he was buried under. You rolled your eyes and reached for your phone only to have him snatch it out of your grip and stuff it under the blankets alongside him.

“Give it back!”

“No,” Alex crossed his arms tighter, ignoring the second ring completely. “It’s probably Buck checking to see if we’ve gone to sleep yet, if you answer he’ll know we’re still up.”

“Like Buck would voluntarily be up right now. He’s fifteen hours into a twenty four hour shift,” You leaned back against the couch, knowing there was no tearing the phone away from Alex. “Will you at least check who it is to make sure it’s not Maddie?”

Alex groaned, loud and exaggerated, before sticking his head underneath his blankets to check your phone. You were just barely able to hear his panicked ‘uh oh’ before he put on his best fake tired voice and answered, “Hello?”

“Alexander Mercer, what are you doing awake at this hour?”

“I wasn’t awake.”

“Sure you weren’t. Give the phone to y/n.”

He was handing you the phone in a flash and you could see his wide eyes in the dim blue light coming from the living room tv. “It’s Athena.”

“Thanks, I heard. And I told you so,” You smacked him with your pillow when he stuck his tongue out and he quickly ducked back under the blankets. Whether he was hiding from you or Athena was up for debate. “Hi Athena.”

“Y/N,” Uh oh was right. You recognized the tone in her voice immediately. Exasperated and tired with a little bit of worry laced through. “You wouldn’t be able to get ahold of Buck would you?”

“I could,” You sat up straighter and Alex peeked out from under the blankets again, craning his neck to listen in on the conversation. “Is something wrong? Can’t you call Captain Nash?”

“I could,” Athena echoed your words back to you and you heard muffled shouting in the back. “But Captain Nash isn’t Luke’s emergency contact.”

“His what!”

“It’s not a big deal!” Luke’s voice. It was him who had been shouting. “I’m fine!”

“The cast you’re wearing says different,” There was a click on the other end of the line and Alex tripped over the discarded blankets and pillows as he rushed to look for the car keys. “We couldn’t reach him and Maddie was his second emergency contact but May said she went home early today.”

“Yeah, uh, she -” You put on your shoes as fast as possible and reached for the nearest sweater, one you were sure wasn’t yours. “Jee’s teething so she - she’s probably busy with her. What happened? Luke -”

“Is fine. You just focus on getting to the station and bringing Buck to Med cause he’s gotta fill out some papers. I’ll stay here with him until you do.”

“Okay. Okay we’ll be there soon.”

“Y/N put me on speaker,” Athena must’ve been able to hear the panic in your voice. She knew both you and Alex well enough to know every emotion that was running through you both at that moment. “I want both of you to listen to me. Luke is okay. A little scratched up. Maybe a bruised ego. But he’s just fine, I promise you.”

If there was anybody you trusted it was Athena Grant. So you and Alex shared a look, thanked her, and sprinted out of the apartment wondering what on earth Luke had gotten himself into.

“What do you mean you don’t know!”

“Athena didn’t tell us anything!” You shouted right back at Buck despite knowing it probably wasn’t the best idea given the time or the circumstances. Alex was a few feet away, talking quietly to Chimney to have him relay a message to Maddie. She’d be less angry if the news came from him.

“I thought he went back home,” Buck shook his head before jogging down the stairs and you followed him. He all but charged to the locker room and started shoving all his things in the duffel he always carted with him from the apartment to the station and back. “I thought he was okay.”

It wasn’t until then, until you caught a glimpse of his reflection in the little mirror in his locker surrounded by pictures, that you realized something. Evan Buckley, the firefighter, your brother who always seemed so fearless, was scared.

Buck’s mind was racing at a million miles an hour. He kept going through every piece of information he could from the last two days. Luke had promised him. Sworn he was going back home to his parents. He should’ve known better. They were too much alike and he should’ve known better.

He supposed the worrying came with the territory. The anxiety and panic and not knowing were all things he didn’t like but things he would bear if it meant making sure one of his own was okay.

He had always been protective. You were the youngest Buckley and he took it upon himself to make sure you had a better life than him and Maddie had had. Alex was family and he didn’t hesitate to give him a home when he needed one, metaphorically and literally.

And somewhere along the way the Buckley-Mercer family had grown without him realizing it. Alex had brought his band, his friends, over for dinner once and from that moment on they became a fixture in his life.

Bobby, who was surprised the first time Maddie grinned and hugged him, telling him how proud she was of him. Reggie, who was the first to accept a place in their makeshift home, needing the support and love they offered more than anything. And Luke, who was stubborn and wore his heart on his sleeve and fit right in with them.

And Buck couldn’t believe he had let them down. He couldn’t believe that he tried so hard to let Luke know he was there for him and he had failed. If he had just paid a little more attention then -

“I know what you’re thinking,” Your voice cut off his thoughts and he paused for a moment before continuing.

“No you don’t.”

“You’re blaming yourself. It’s what you always do,” You watched as he pocketed his phone and zipped up the bag. “It’s what you did when I thought I could jump off the swing and ended up with a broken arm even though you couldn’t have stopped me. It’s what you did when Alex had that really bad allergic reaction even though none of us knew he was allergic in the place. It’s what you’re doing now.”

Buck slammed the locker shut without meaning to and silently wondered how you seemed to know everything about him when he seemed to know nothing about any of you, not really. He wasn’t like you or Maddie or Alex and that had never been more clear.

“I’m not blaming myself. I just -” He sighed and walked out of the locker room, past you and Alex, and around to the drivers side of the car. He didn’t get in yet. Instead he glanced between the two of you. “I’m not Maddie. I don’t know how to tell what you guys are thinking. I don’t know how to do the things she does. I can’t help how she does. But - but maybe if I could then -”

“You’re right,” You cut him off, already knowing where he was going. “You’re not Maddie. But we don’t need another Maddie, we need Buck.”

“Y/N’s right,” Alex leaned against the top of the car and gave an easy shrug. “Maddie does family dinners every week and helps us with homework and keeps superhero bandaids around for when Reg and Bobby come back from the skate park with scrapes all over them. But you host game nights and come to every one of our practices when you’re not here and tell really bad jokes when you know we need to hear them.”

“They aren’t bad -”

“Yeah they are,” Both you and Alex answered in sync, successfully pulling the faintest laugh from Buck.

“You’re Buck,” You repeated and finally opened the door of the car. “And when Luke left home he came to you. Athena said you’re his emergency contact because he trusts you more than anyone else. We all do.”

It took less than a couple seconds for Buck to nod and get in the car, the two of you following his lead. Moments later he was speeding away from the 118 and in the direction of the hospital, determined to be where he was needed.

“You’re an idiot, Luke Patterson.”

“Wow thanks,” Luke rolled his eyes from where he sat on the couch, an action that earned him a scolding from you, and kept picking at the fabric of the pillow he was holding to him.

It was nearing mid morning and you had all gotten back to Buck’s apartment only a short while ago. The combined insistence and intimidation coming from both Buck and Athena meant the doctors had no choice but to run as many tests as necessary until they were positive Luke was fine.

Your eyes scanned his face again, a habit you’d picked up from Maddie, in an attempt to assess the damage once more to be sure nothing had gone wrong in the last ten minutes.

A butterfly bandage on his forehead above his left eye. Some scrapes on his arms from the fall. The brace around his right ankle propped up on the coffee table and some pillows. A tear in his favorite flannel that you were already patching up.

“What were you thinking?” You sighed and dropped your hands, turning in your spot beside him to look at him and read all the expressions flashing across his face. “You got hit by a car, Luke.”

“I did not!” He flinched when Alex, fast asleep across the other couch, shifted a little at the noise. Buck did the same thing upstairs in the loft, though he recognized the sound of talking and opted to listen in. “I swerved out of the way. The bike lost control and I hit the pavement but I’m fine.”

“The mild concussion and sprained ankle beg to differ,” You stared again. Luke refused to meet your eyes, refused to look anywhere around the apartment that wasn’t the pillow on his lap. He’d been doing the same thing since Buck had nearly busted down the door of the room he’d been sitting in at the hospital. “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know,” Luke finally sighed, knowing you wouldn’t let it go any time soon. “I just - I did go home. At first. And i-it was okay until my mom started doing that -that thing she does. The voice, talking down, asking when I was gonna start getting serious, telling me I should do better. I tried but she wouldn’t stop saying all of it so I -” His shoulders sank and his head hung low and you moved closer. “I left.”

“So why didn’t you come back here?” You reached out, hand on his arm in an attempt to get him to hear you. To listen to you. To talk to you. “What made you think you couldn’t?”

It took a few moments but when Luke finally looked up his eyes were watering and he looked unsure. He looked scared and he was never scared. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone else.”

“I don’t know if you know this,” You gave a sigh and leaned against the back of the couch on one arm. “But we are, historically, a pretty messed up family.”

You successfully pulled a laugh from Luke and a muffled ‘shut up’ from Alex only made the two of you laugh more. But when the laughter faded away you were left with the ghost of those doubts. Present and needing closure. To be acknowledged and reassured.

“There is nothing you could do that would disappoint Maddie and Buck, believe me,” You gave him a faint, sad smile and for a second he wondered what memories were the source of it. “And you never have to be scared. We’re your family and we’re here for you. Me and Alex and Buck and Maddie. Athena who stayed with you until we got there and after. Chimney who’s breaking the news to Maddie to save us all. Albert. May. Bobby. Reggie. You have all of us. I hate to break it to you but you’re a part of our weird little family and we aren’t going anywhere any time soon. So please, please never feel like you have to hide from us. You’re home here, Luke.”

And he believed every word. For a moment he wondered why he ever doubted it in the first place. It was evident in the way he had a designated spot at the dining table at Maddie’s place. In the way his clothes took up a good amount of space in one of the dressers upstairs. In the pair of house keys that hung on a chain around his neck. Reggie and Bobby were also given a pair long ago.

“Does one of you want to explain to me what the hell happened!” The sound of the door being thrown open startled all of you. Alex sat up quickly and Buck came barreling down the stairs to meet Maddie at the door.

Bobby and Reggie came in after her, holding piles of various items she’d insisted on bringing with. They were followed moments later by Albert carrying bags filled with takeout and then Chimney with Jee-Yun in her car seat.

It was dead silent for a moment as Maddie looked between her siblings, her cousin, and the boy she considered one of her own. They were all her family and that was that.

Finally the silence was broken by Luke leaning over in your direction and quietly asking, “Hey, does home have a place I can hide from Maddie until she’s less mad?”

“Oh, Luke,” You offered him a smile he recognized as a slightly sympathetic yet playful one. “There is nowhere you can hide where Maddie’s anger, love, and aggressive post-injury nurturing won’t reach. Good luck.”

She sat in your spot the moment you stood up and was immediately making sure Luke was okay. Her eyes scanned each injury just as yours had and when she finally let him take a breath he looked around.

All of this, the chaos that was unpacking the various takeout boxes. Setting up a little station on the kitchen island with various medical supplies. Chasing Jee-Yun around as she crawled and wobbled all around the place. Music playing softly in the background as everyone smiled and talked and felt relieved that he was okay.

This was home. Luke was sure of it.

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