#pov; i've got a migraine!

[melissatalks]

Hold me tighter

A/n: For this one, I did two requests (both being about comfort). I know I've been very inactive but I felt like writing :) BYE I STARTED WRITING THIS LIKE A MONTH OR TWO AGO I FINISHED THIS AT 1 AM SO DONT MIND THE SPELLING AND WRITING. PLEASE.

You're burnt out and need comfort :))

Y/n pov:

It was a Thursday night, I was coming back from work with so many emails to read and answer as a former assistant and so many essays to write as a student. Thursday was always the busiest day. The teachers would give more work so that students work hard even on the weekends and for some reason, customers reach out way more at the end of the week. I just wanted one day where I could be free. One day where I could just lay in bed holding my girlfriend all day. I couldn't even remember the last time we shared a meal. We were both very busy but it shouldn't keep us away like this. But truly, I shouldn't complain because it's simply my job.

Unfortunately, this day is only possible once I get my degree and once I can take days off again. I've always had issues with my stomach. Sometimes it would randomly start hurting. I've always been told "It's just stress" but it's still a pain in the ass to feel like you're being stabbed with every move you do and because of that, it leads to me having no more days off. I dreamt of the day I'd finally have an answer to how I can stop these cramps but it never arrived. So I would just miss an average of one day every week because I had difficulties even getting up. After that, there were also my horrible migraines that happened every two days. It was a living hell.

When I finally arrived home, I broke. I didn't think it would happen but it did. I sat in the corner of the kitchen crying for an hour until Billie arrived. I could see the shock on her face when she opened the door that led towards the kitchen and saw me curled up in a corner. I had never broken down in front of her. My immediate reaction was to try to stop crying but I couldn't. My vision was only getting blurrier from the stress of being this vulnerable with someone I love. I tried to explain myself from fear but nothing other than broken sobs came out of my throat.

"No need to talk sweetheart. I know." She whispered as she was kneeling to be at my height.

3rd pov:

Growing up in a place where you would get screamed after if you cried as someone sensitive had negative consequences on how you act and your trust towards the people you loved the most. One of those consequences being to push away some of your loved ones when they are just trying to help. But Billie knew that. She slowly got closer, with no physical touch at all, waiting for a signal that could indicate that you were comfortable with her getting closer. As time went by, she inched closer and closer, taking your hand in hers at a certain point which helped you calm down until you were calm enough and comfortable enough for her to be holding you. You stayed sitting on the floor in each other's arms for a little while just enjoying the comfort.

"Y/n?" Billie said softly, breaking the silence.

You only nodded, not finding the strength to even talk.

"Let's get you in bed okay? You're overworked baby and it kills me that you don't realize it. Gosh, can't stand seeing you this tired..." She said, this time with a more concerned tone in her voice.

She helped you get up, pulling you towards the bed. Once you got in, she joined spooning you.

"Are you comfortable..?" She whispered making sure you felt as good as possible.

"I'm so fucking sorry." You let out. "I feel like a burden Billie! I'm always the one who's late, the one finishing essays at crazy hours, I'm never there!" You exclaim, tears pricking at your eyes again, threatening to fall down on your cheeks.

"I'm holding you back Billie." You said, quietly this time.

"You know that's not true..." She answered. Her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you closer and tighter. "I love you y/n. More than anything. And if staying with you means waiting for you to finish university and get your degree then I will because I truly do love you. How about we talk about this tomorrow? I know you're tired." All you could do was let out a soft hum before falling asleep in her arms. Your girlfriend's arms. Holding you tighter and tighter than she ever did every single time.

A/n that's fucking crazy it is 12:50 am and I am tired and this ending is probably fucked

[moonpascal]

what you over here being messy for?

summary: sam misinterprets a text on your phone w: 1.5k pairing: bucky barnes x platonic fem!reader, ben barnes x reader (mentioned) warnings: miscommunication?, probably ooc, migraines, medicine/drug mentioned, fluff, sams nosy ass, pov switches?idk still new to this a/n: very self indulgent and written very fast so possible errors. posting before i second guess myself.

“Sam can you grab my phone from the kitchen, I forgot it but don’t have time myself to get it.” You sighed rubbing the throbbing migraine that’s arrived from this stressful day. One thing after another, paperwork, HR, and planning the upcoming mission. 

“Ooh you have a day tonight?” Sam snaps you out of the daze you're in and give him a questioning look. He slides your phone across the table and the screen lights up from the two-minute warning text 

BB🤍 ‘Can’t wait for tonight love’ 

An unconscious smile creeps onto your face, that Sam mimics, getting giddy as you type away. Forgetting he’s even there for a split second. When he clears his throat, you glance up and slightly cough hiding the smile. “Right yeah I’m excited, but stop reading my messages. I don’t even know how you got access to read my messages,” teasing him, not that it’s a big deal he’s seen it. He smiles before rushing out of the conference room, almost tripping on air. 

Gathering the files making sure each one is the exact same, then placing each one in their designated spot on the table. Glancing at the time, five minutes till the minutes and four hours till date night. You can do this just gotta make it a few more hours you thought. 

——————

Sam nearly felt like Pietro with how fast he ran to find Bucky. Having to congratulate him in person, then punch him for not telling him sooner. Skidding around the corner weaving passed other agents, before he spots Bucky coming out of the elevator. 

“You shithead I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Sam shoved Bucky's arm, who only gave him a puzzling look. 

“What are you on about this time? It’s too early for this” Buck walked past Sam knowing he’ll follow as they all had a briefing in less than a few minutes. 

Sam huffed, “ear- it’s 12:55, don’t change the subject. You finally ask Boss lady out and didn’t tell me!” 

Halting to a stop, Bucky quirks his eyebrow. “Why on earth do you think that?” Buck knows you're in a relationship and two, he doesn’t see you in that aspect, even if everyone thinks he does. It’s honestly a run on joke between you two at this point. 

“Don’t act coy, I've seen her text message from none other than “BB” who else would that be?” 

Bucky chuckles understanding where he got that idea. Deciding to mess with Sam, Barnes just smirks and shrugs, walking passed him into the briefing room. Sam can’t another word in as everyone is there and ready to start. 

———

The whole time you're discussing the plan for the next mission, everyone seems to be giving you smirks or subtle nods. When you face away from them focusing on breach points and surveillance systems, they shift their attention to Bucky giving him the same looks. 

If it was any other day Barnes would’ve rolled his eyes and not entertained them in the slightest. But knowing Sam sent a mass text to the team he knew exactly what those look were, and decided to enjoy it before he makes them feel stupid for listening to Sam. 

“The jet we’ll leave in 2300 hours, meeting adjourned” You turn the screen off and start gathering the mess you created. Slouching in the chair burrow your head in your hands. The lights seem to be the brightest today and every little noise is at max decibel. Honestly feels like a hangover. A gentle hand to your shoulder shook you out of your daze. Wincing at the movement you look up and James towers over you. 

“Anything I can help with?” He whispers crouching down to get a better look. He could instantly tell when you get these, especially so often. 

“Maybe Tylenol? I’ve had food and tons of water. I don’t know why I keep getting these” Groaning as the left of your eye starts throbbing now. 

“It’s because of all the overthinking and stress you put on yourself”

Looking up at him just to glare knowing he’s right. “Lead the way, I need the drugs.” 

James grabs your items before you get the chance, giving you a knowing look not to argue. As if you were in the mood to argue. Just get the medicine and work through the next two and half hours. Should be as right as rain for tonight. The mantra repeated as you let James guide you, ignoring everyone passing by. If you were paying attention, you would’ve noticed the winks and smirks thrown your way. 

What felt like a journey, you were finally at the in house pharmacy -courtesy of Tony, go figure- and James handed you the two Tylenol with their little paper cups. Whispering a quiet thanks, downing it in seconds. 

“Hopefully your headache goes away, wouldn’t want you to be miserable on your date,” the pharmacist smiles at you. 

Scrunching your eyebrows for a second, “huh? Oh, right yeah of course thanks” giving a tight smile to her before starting the trek back to your office. 

“I swear Sam has the loudest mouth, James I love him but nothing is secret with him around” 

Buck put the files on the corner of your desk, chuckling as you rant, saying this was the exact reason she wasn’t telling anyone about Ben. 

“It was bound to happen doll,” he dims the light in the office as you situate yourself grumbling in agreement. “Let me know when you’re gonna head out today, I’ll walk you.” 

“Thank James I appreciate it.” giving the best smile you can manage before going back to the emails piling by the minute. Feels like Jim Carrey in that one movie answering all the never ending emails. 

As time passed the migraine was slowly diminishing, your phone didn’t get the same treatment. A text coming in every few minutes.

Tones: Have fun on your date with Barnes

Nat: Can’t believe you tell me about your date

Wanda: knew it! It was about time

And many more along the same lines. Knowing word spread faster than captain rogers blushing at an innuendo, you couldn’t complain that the cat was finally out of the bag. Glimpsing at the time, smiling that it’s time to head out.  Signing out of your computer and shooting James a quick text that you’re done. 

Heading towards the common room, it seems like the whole team was there. “Bye guys have a good night, see some of you after the mission!”

James enters the room before anyone can bid you farewell and their smiles get bigger as mine did. “Ready to go doll?” 

“Enjoy your date you guys!” Tony teases, earning a slap from Pepper. 

Curiously looking at James, “You have a date? And you didn’t tell me? Who did you ask?” Feigning a hurt look. 

“Apparently it’s you boss lady,” he smiles wrapping his arm around you and squeezing your shoulder.

“What?” beyond confused and not the only one as everyone has an unreadable look. 

“Wait, you're not going on a date with Bucky? But your text said “can’t wait for tonight” sent by BB! Bucky Barnes!” Sam all but exasperated. 

James and you share a look before bursting into tears. Wiping them away before catching your breath. “That was from my boyfriend, Ben Barnes.” 

“Boyfriend!! Since when? And why the hell would his name be his initials in your phone?” Nat added.

“A few months now and I don’t know that just how I put it in when we first started talking. I haven’t had time to change it.” Shrugging as if you didn’t drop a bomb on them. 

“I’m hurt for one, you didn’t tell us and two that it’s not with this Barnes!” Tony huffed, crossing his arms frustrated he didn’t figure this out sooner. All the technology in the world and this slipped away from him. 

“You guys are ridiculous, James and I are friends and if Sam was good as snooping he would've known I don’t call him Bucky ever.” Shoving your phone in Sam’s face, showing ‘James 🧸’ contact in your phone. 

“Well he never corrected me, what was I supposed to think!” Sam throws himself on the couch murmuring how his day is ruined. 

“Because I knew you’d look like an idiot after telling everyone,” Bucky sassed feeling proud of himself, mentally adding a tally mark to his Sam vs Bucky board. Sam flips him off before leaving the room, probably figuring out a way to get him back. 

Turning back to everyone else waiting for the interrogation to start but no one pipes up surprisingly. 

“I’ll tell you guys everything you want to know this weekend. Just didn’t want to jinx it, you know.” They all sighed and agreed knowing how the dating world is nowadays. 

“Can’t believe you went and found a different Barnes when I’m when right here doll,” James smirks nudging your shoulder

“Yeah because that was funny the first time you told me”

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[mooncello]

It's Wednesday night, and the migraine I've been under since yesterday evening is finally lifting. Fingers crossed it stays away. So many updates today! I look forward to catching up on them all. Thank you for the tags @rimeswithpurple, @monbons, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @hushed-chorus

@messofthejess, @bookish-bogwitch, @artsyunderstudy & @thewholelemon.

I'll be posting chapter 4 of more than a footnote sometime over the next couple days. I'm the most excited to share this chapter, and the most nervous. We get to learn more about Dev's backstory in this chap, and ngl it's a bit nervewracking to fill out and present a char to you all that isn't detailed in canon. I don't know why but it feels extra vulnerable. Even so, I'm excited. Because I adore him. When I thought about which snippet to share in advance of chap 4, I knew I wanted to share this bit about Dev. So here he is. 🖤

Dev POV

My father makes Malcolm Grimm look like a deadass softie. My mother cares for nothing except her tennis whites, Christie’s acquisitions, and organising extravagant parties. (Sorry, soirées.) And my brother and sister … I have a few sun-flared memories of strawberry jam on toast, ringlets of inky hair tickling my cheek during naptime, bare toes while searching for tadpoles along the country estate’s creek … and then my siblings got older and left me behind and, well, honestly, fuck them, too. With their perfect jobs and perfect partners and perfect teeth. Didn’t take them long before they were parroting our parents on everything. Too little focus, Dev. Too many boyfriends and girlfriends, Dev. Those shorts are too short, Dev. You never take anything seriously, Dev. I learned very early on that the best way to survive my family is to not care. They can’t hurt you, if you don’t have any shame. 

love + tags under the cut --

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[lilac-hecox]

What I Read: Week of May 20th

Okay! So, I haven't done one in a while but I've really been trying to take a lot of joy in what others creator in our fandom so I have a supersized one of sorts for y'all!

Hypothetically Yes (Theoretically Forever) by @xxmoonch1ldxx - Ian/Anthony - Ianthony

Very cute and set around Shayne and Courtney's wedding but with Ian and Anthony talking about whether or not they would individually get married some day and how it sparks up some feelings. Short and sweet!

Fight like cats and dogs by ObsessedSM - Damien/Angel - Damangela

An interesting concept where Angela slowly realizes that she is crushing on Damien and vice versa. Some nice hurt/comfort and a cute support system. (Is in progress last time I checked)

Migraine by HGTV_Rerun -Shayne/Spencer - Shayncer

Short and sweet little hurt/comfort where Spencer has a migraine and Shayne cares for him at the office!

never really said that i loved you too by Anonymous - Angela/Amanda - Amangela

Little bit of miscommunication and hurt/comfort with some fluff and a happy ending! Amanda texts Angela. Angela believes it to be a drunk text.

Lorsque Nos Deux Âmes Se Mêlent by @xxmoonch1ldxx - Ian/Anthony - Ianthony

Spicy fic! Super hot PWP but totally worth a read!! A bottom!Anthony as well!

off to the races (got my love jumpstarted) by Anonymous - Amanda/Angela - Amangela

Crack fic where Amanda and Angela are horses. It is still SO good and Ian and Anthony are farmers??? It's cute! We love a good crack fic!

in another life, you and me were seals by Anonymous - Amanda/Angela - Amangela

Fluffy and sweet little Amangela that is soft and makes you feel good!

always together by @ancientvamp - Shayne/Chanse - Shaynse

A sweet little domestic fic about Shayne and Chanse discussing marriage, kids, all the cute domestic stuff!

outsiders inside the home that we built by smoshbrainrotanon (I believe this author is on tumblr but I can't recall their url off the top of my head so let me know if you know!) -Ian/Anthony - Ianthony

A song!fic but also deals with the emotions of Ian and Anthony during the split and regarding Defy.

Meetings on Memory Lane by TheLoreOfItAll - Ian/Anthony - Ianthony (Again I am pretty sure this author is on tumblr so if you know let me know!)

A fic that is sort of like a retrospective on Ian and Anthony and their memories. It is being updated! Well written and I love Ian's POV especially as a kid.

my only angel by spourtastic - Amanda/Ian - Amandian

It is in progress but a really interesting idea and I am an absolute sucker for anything Amanda and Ian!

A beautiful mess by @japhan2024 - Damien/Anthony - Antmien

Anthony is a vampire and he and Damien have a toxic relationship including the fact that Anthony is hung up on Ian. I love the trope of Anthony being hung up on Ian and the resulting angst of it all!! I also love blood drinking scenes.

A classic mistake by @japhan2024 - Shayne/Spencer -Shayncer

Centered around rehearsals for the Smosh the Sitcom it involves Shayne and Spencer practicing their kissing scene. I love the fact that it is based on the live show!

You Stay On My Mind (Can't Help But Keep You Close) by @xxmoonch1ldxx - Ian/Anthony - Ianthony

Spicy but based on a prompt of "I want to see all of you." and bottom!Ian and it is so sensual and hot at the same time!!!

Driven Batty by @chu-tea - Ian/Anthony -Ianthony

VAMPIRE ANTHONY! Written based on a discussion had in the quad squad server and Chu has a beautiful and familar way of writing that is a joy to read. A slow burn and stretches through the journey of Ian and Anthony's time together. In progress but so, so worth it!

Smosh in the Hunger Games by d_s_t_e - Gen Fic

A take on the Smosh Hunger Games episode but with more humor and written in an interesting script like format. In progress!

Fungi by Wydrochka - Ian/Anthony -Ianthony

The idea of Ian doing magic mushrooms for the first time with Anthony and Anthony caring for him through the trip. I've been craving this idea for so long so I'm glad to have read it!

so no one told you life was gonna be this way by spacetimeinspector - Krungle/Kevin (Ian/Amanda)

Based on the Smosh the Sitcom focusing on the scene where Krungle and Kevin almost kiss. This captures the vibe perfectly and is a really interesting concept!

be with me, alone with me by eunaseo - Amanda/Angela - Amangela

Angst and cheating but I love some good angst where it hurts in the best way possible. Amanda and Angela are in love but because Amanda is married they can't really be together.

you like that? by @bowcrary - Chanse/Tommy - Chommy - Bowcrary

Based around the Smosh the Sitcom. Insanely hot and sensual af like wow! Bottom!Chanse and a bit of a dommy top!Tommy. UGH. So good!!

Flirting With Disaster (Throwing Kisses After) by @xxmoonch1ldxx - Ian/Anthony - Ianthony

A fluff of sorts where Ian and Anthony realize they like each other and there is some mutual jealousy and want on both their sides.

The Beast Inside Of Me, He Knows How To Train A Bad Dog by @xxmoonch1ldxx - Ian/Anthony - Ianthony

Spicy and based on the idea of puppy play with Bottom!Puppy Anthony and a very toppy!Ian. HOT AS ALL HELL.

Previous Weeks!

[randomnsme]

Back To You: Part 1

Summary: Caitlin's life changed more than she could imagine in the past 2 years. She went from being the hometown hero to the topic of sports across the country. All the success was great but it cost her a lot in life and especially love. Exes and relationships have never been Caitlin's strong suit.

Caitlin Clark x Reader

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff, drinking/partying, language

Caitlin's POV

I thought the off season was supposed to be relaxing and give me the chance to breathe for the first time in two years, but instead I'm here getting my hair and makeup done for yet another event. At least this time it wasn't just for the money, I was actually getting my Time Athlete of the Year award and celebrating the. release of the cover. My glassy eyes stare back at me in the mirror as I try to find my thoughts. I've been overthinking more than ever before which only leads to a lack of sleep, which doesn't help the migraines.

"Fuck," I groan, reaching for my coffee. My sip is interrupted as I get a notification my phone.

4:47: Hey, I heard you're in nyc for ur award. wanna meet up?

I smirk and wait a few minutes before texting back

4:53: U know I'm always down babe. when and where?

I know I have a boyfriend, well sorta, but the truth is, I just can't be bothered to pretend in all aspects of my life anymore. Lying is exhausting and pretending to be in a relationship was making it worse. I didn't necessarily tell Connor that I'm into girls, but he and pretty much everyone else in my life already know. I guess we both just pretend that we're not having affairs left and right.

I finish getting dressed and get all my stuff together before the car comes to pick everyone up. My parents flew out for the event since my brothers and friends couldn't make it. It's a weird feeling, being lonely when everyone knows you. I go from the stark contrast of screaming fans to lonely silence in my apartment. Most of my friends are on different time zones, or they're just busy so having people to talk to and hang out with away from work is a lot harder than it was in college.

The ride to the event was relatively quiet. My parents sat on my right side as I lean against the door, looking out the window. I felt a rare moment of peace as we're driven through the streets of downtown Manhattan. As an Iowa kid, I always had a romanticized view of New York and I've never been disappointed. I feel myself snap out of my peaceful gaze as some cameras start to flash as the car slows to a stop. I take a deep breath and brace myself for my least favorite thing in the world (besides cats). Someone opens the car door and I step out at a barrage of cameras as I walk down the red carpet. I force a smile for the cameras as we all walk into the building.

The whole even was filled with the same scripted gimmicks as usual. I probably wouldn't hate making these appearances so much if I were allowed to say the things I actually want to say instead of sticking to some PR script. So much of my life has just turned into a media show and I want out. Since I can't just quit my job or drop out of my life, I've got other ways to escape for a while. My parents decided they were going out for dinner, so I got my own ride back to the hotel. I check my phone and text her back.

9:02: I'm heading back to my hotel now if u wanna come by.

I send her my location and close my eyes for the rest of the ride.

When I get back to my hotel room, I throw my phone on the charger and hop in the shower. Since I've moved to Indiana, I've started taking showers in the dark. They both help my migraines and also just make a better environment to enjoy a nice hot shower. I let the water run through my hair and down my body as it washes off the soap. I turn the water off and step out of the shower. I wrap myself in a towel and turn on one of the smaller lights. I'm not sure how long I've been in here, so I speed up the process just in case. I run through my routine: brush my teeth, dry my hair, moisturize and cut my nails.

I step out the bathroom and check my phone.

9:09: I'll be there in an hour

I like the text and open the mini bar. I sift through the bottles until I find what I'm looking for. Grey Goose Vodka. I pop open the bottle and pour a few shots and down them.

"Damn," I sip my coke and sit on the bed, "that burns more than usual."

I get a towel from the bathroom and set it on the side table along with some things from the suitcase that's always locked. After I set up in room, close the blinds and dim the lights, my phone rings...

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Eight: Pain in the Head

I hung out with Tim's friends and worked on character sheets. I spent three hours there before I told Tim I had to go. I had a great time. Don't get me wrong. But I was nauseous and didn't want to be sick at his house. Ives planned on sleeping over at Tim's place, so I didn't have to feel bad about leaving him home alone. I got a ride to the manor, and Bruce sat on the porch waiting for me as soon as I arrived. "Where have you been?" Bruce asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, Bruce... Can I go inside now?" I asked.

"You're pale," Bruce replied.

I wanted to lie down and nap, but I could tell Bruce didn't plan on letting things go. I didn't have the time or energy to explain myself, so I did what any reasonable teenager would do. I made myself throw up and burst into tears. "Jason," Bruce sighed before helping me to the family room. He couldn't accuse me of anything while I was sick. That and throwing up stopped the onset of a migraine.

"I'm so sorry, Bruce-."

"It's fine... When is the last time you took-. I swore I wouldn't ask you that," Bruce replied.

"I didn't think I needed them anymore... I thought I'd been feeling better lately," I replied. Bruce felt my forehead.

"I've been home for two days, and you-. Jason, I'm sorry for walking out on you. I wasn't trying to hurt you... I'm-. Our bond is different from the bond I have with anyone else. I'm holding on for dear life with you... And I know I'm losing you. I feel like you're slipping away when I look at you.

"I can't take the thought of knowing you suffered because I chose to leave you alone that day. Jason, you're so precious to me... And I'm terrified that if I let you talk about what happened, you'll say what I've been most afraid to hear," Bruce confessed. I wasn't in the mood for a serious conversation, but he was finally willing to speak about what happened to me.

"I don't hate you... And I don't blame you for what happened. I've been trying to tell you all this time," I paused, "I'm sure Dick told you I wanna die sometimes... But you don't realize what I have to experience every day."

Bruce exhaled through his nose. "Go ahead..."

"I wake up under debris almost every day... And then I lie about my nerve pain, which I know everyone can see. By the time I get to the mirror, I'm already so disheartened by the countless efforts I've made to appear normal that I barely notice my scars anymore. When I shower, my skin still hurts like the burns are fresh, and I want to cry, but if I do, I'd never get anything done. Then, I come down for breakfast... And sometimes the medications I'm on make me so sick I don't want to eat, but I know I'd be worse off if I didn't.

"Then I go to school, and you wouldn't believe what they say about me," I swallowed hard.

"Jason-."

"But I endure it because I know I have to... What I can't stomach is the isolation. Don't ice me out, Bruce," I begged. Bruce sighed.

"I don't know how-. I can't pretend that almost losing you didn't change the entire way I had to look at our life. You can't be Robin anymore, Jason, and I feel awful for having to take that away from you," Bruce whispered.

"You're saying our, but you mean mine. How can you expect me to step down from being Robin when you can't even walk away from being Batman?" I asked.

"Jason, it's been over a year, and you're still healing. I can't risk putting you out in the field again. Gotham needs Batman-."

"Bullshit," I snapped.

"Language-." "Oh! Go to hell! I told you about all my issues, thinking you would finally see me, and I realized you're no better than the rest of them!" I yelled. I couldn't help but get mad. I should've seen it coming. He'd never had the guts to say it, but I knew this was his way of shutting me out for good. It pissed me off. I threw my crutches and hobbled upstairs.

"Jason! Jason, you can't-!"

"Screw you!" I yelled as I went to my room. I slammed the door and packed my bag. I almost forgot I felt sick. He saw me as weak. That was the worst thing he could've ever opened his mouth to admit. He was no better than everyone that gaped and gawked at me. I was his walking tragedy, and I'd be damned if I let him treat me like a ghost.

I started packing with tears in my eyes. I wanted to get out of there before I said something vile. "Jason, don't be like this! Please come out and talk to me-."

"Bruce, I need to get the hell away from you before I say something I regret!" I hollered. "And I guarantee that if you follow me, I will never come home! Leave my crutches and get away from me!" I sat down and texted Tim. He was the only person I could trust at that moment. I asked him to come to get me, and he texted me immediately. I waited in my room until Tim texted me, and I left my bedroom. Bruce left my crutches in front of the door and retreated like always. I slung my duffel across my body like a messenger bag, hoping it wouldn't throw me off balance.

I swung the door open and left it like that. Tim took my bag and opened his mouth to ask if I was okay, but he kept quiet. It was for the best because I was in a particularly heinous mood. I fell asleep in the car and woke up in Tim's guest room. He was on the floor with Ives, eating pizza. My head throbbed, and I felt sicker than I did earlier. Ives glanced at me and got up to turn the lights down. "Sorry, were we too loud?" Ives questioned.

"No, I-. How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Thirty minutes... Maybe an hour," Tim answered, "Do you need an aspirin?"

I pressed my palms against my eyelids. "No thanks... Tim, do you-? Who carried me in?" I asked.

"We both did. Tim got you out of the car but wasn't strong enough to get you up the stairs. It was a team effort," Ives answered, "You're heavier than you look." I let out a soft chuckle despite the pounding in my head.

"Know how I asked you to move in with me?" I questioned. "Could it still work if it were the other way around?"

"You wanna live here?" Tim asked. I nodded. "Alright." I was shocked. I thought he'd say no, but he looked thrilled.

[arthurs-better-half]

heyyyy you mentioned your aus 👀👀👀

can you tell more abt them?

YEAH OF COURSE

Okay so my friend Jae and I bounce back and forth off each other to create these so I consider them Our AUs they're my favourite ever

Bird/winged AU (unnamed)

Fix-it AU (unnamed)

Two Times Trapped

So for 1 the bird AU is because birds are a special interest of mine so I came up with it because I get obsessed with wingfics in every fandom I'm in so I invented one. Mostly undeveloped, follows canon closely just with added bird wings, tails, some other features. I have the most fun with research with these so most of it is just finding birds for characters (Arthur - Falkland Steamer Duck (female he's trans), John - Pied Crow, Yellow - Malaysian Hawk-cuckoo, Bella - Yellow-crowned Canary, Noel is some sort of flamingo Oscar is some sort of dove and Marie is some sort of ostrich. Daniel is the same as Bella. No don't ask me how Faroe works with the hybrid species idk. Yes we know how ironic being part duck is with the whole. Drowning thing. That was partly what solidified Arthur's species LMAO)

I'll skip to 2xT because the Fix-it explanation is long so for Two Times Trapped this one is mostly mine it's a canon divergent scenario of Larson managing to separate John from Arthur in the s4 finale and John getting trapped in his head with Yellow. And then everybody survives the finale and Larson gets away and then it splits into two POVs of Arthur's side with Noel, Butcher and later Oscar trying to aid Arthur in getting John back (Arthur is still blind) while sorting through their own stuff (Kayne also takes his frustrations of his favourite duo getting separated out on Butcher and Butcher basically gets sent to chronic migraine hell instead of getting his head sploded. And the classical music in his head gets replaced with like modern day hyperpop he's not having a good time.) and Arthur is also slowly descending into madness and the others are seeing how unwell he is now that his filter is being stripped away.

And on John's end he has Larson's eyes, foot, and he and Yellow share possession of Larson's left arm (read: they fight over it constantly). Yellow and Larson are a laser focused deadly task machine and have their sights set on the Greystone except they Do need to get John to cooperate at least a little bit because it is hard to get anything done when you've got Only One That Can See Between The Three Of You That Alway Lies. Also Larson is really just using the concrete goal of the Greystone to distract John while in reality his real goal is to get John to reject the human side of him and embrace godhood so that he can be more powerful. And Yellow is on this also but Yellow's feelings are more complicated than I can explain in this post. But yeah these three are constantly bickering they're actually so unserious. Larson stubs John's toe on purpose several times a day to get him to shut up. Yellow and John have many simultaneous "SHUT UP, LARSON" moments. Everyone is always lying to each other to the point where no one knows what's actually true any more. John can't call Yellow out on his KIY act bullshit because then he'd be exposing his own KIY act and the same for Yellow calling out John's. I want to put them all in a tube and shake it.

Anyway enough on that for now for the Fix-it AU this one Jae came up with based on the premise of John getting his own body, marrying Lily, and Arthur living in their house with them. And then I proceeded to suggest that John is a system with Yellow as an alter (because throughout the whole podcast I've had the recurring idea of John being a subsystem and with s4 with the whole him and Yellow having to share the same plane of existence and memories and only one "existing" at a time that just further solidified that idea in my head) and got obsessed with that. So now it's human+plural!John, Arthur, Lily, Noel and Butcher are there too as their neighbours or something, Marie and Daniel are there too. Though I am nearly wholly focused on the system thing so give me one moment I'm putting this under a read more

(As a disclaimer I do a lot of research constantly and spend a lot of time around systems so this is second-hand knowledge and observations and such and from research not experience but anyway)

John's system consists of the main system (named Miles to Go) and a subsystem that he's part of

The King in Yellow subsystem:

John - Host/protector He got the body first, rarely ever not fronting or cofronting.

Yellow - Cohost/symptom holder (PTSD)/persecutor Yellow's role changes throughout the story. He rarely ever fully fronts and only ever cofronts in the beginning and mostly only as a voice. He has the worst time adjusting for a number of reasons but a lot of it comes down to Arthur and Larson. On the rare occasion that he does front he'll visit Larson in prison (or wherever the hell Larson is haven't actually figured that part out) and he's kind of the only person Yellow will willingly have full conversations with that don't immediately turn to pity parties or aggressively defensive shows of power. Also Arthur is not helping and Yellow is not helping either and nothing is going right for him really but it's fine he'll get there. It gets worse before it gets better for him but it does get better. I think about him a lot (Main brainrot for this au)

King - Prosecutor (later turned physical protector + emergency fronter) Mixtive of stories of the King in Yellow, Arthur's experiences, John and Yellow's fractured memories, Noel's stories (and factive!Noel's recounts). Literally just feels like those times when John or Yellow put on that big scary act when they're scared, King is that personified.

Outside of KIY:

Arthur - Factive, physical caretaker One who actually knows how to do human stuff. Also a litmus test for how well other Arthur is doing depending on how he treats this Arthur. John nearly jumped out of his skin when he first showed up because he had no idea that the system thing was not limited to just the KIY situation so when he heard Arthur he freaked out. L. First alter outside the KIY subsystem. Probably split when John was alone and panicking and Arthur wasn't there.

Noel - Factive, mask Most often fronts when they need to be around other people and act normal, but mostly doesn't front often. Split after Arthur probably.

There will probably be more, there are definitely littles and there is probably a Faroe factive little (from factive Arthur's need). Other Arthur does not cope well with this but it's fine they're fine.

I have like. Ideas of KIY differing headspace and body designs because those three definitely have the worst dysmorphia when it comes to the body (John has it easiest, Yellow worst). But yeah anyway John is studying to become a doctor Arthur is still a private investigator but mostly quit, just takes the occasional case (with John). Uhhh that's all I'll say for now before I go on about Yellow too much.

Okay yeah I have more to say on like all of them especially Yellow always Yellow. And playlists also. Because the brainrot is strong. They kill me always. And Jae is literally the best for making AUs with he's my idea guy for real

[womaninwinter]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

thank you belovedddd. I've answered this for published works, so for funsies I'm going to do unpublished ones.

1. My no. 1 fave is 1096, a super ambitious post-canon project exploring how Lucy and Lockwood's relationship might develop, and what a post-Problem world might look like. Here's a snippet:

He had been very gracious, of course, removing himself to stay at Kipps’ place while she packed her things and got out. Almost invariably polite, always solicitous, right until the end. The bitchy part of her, which sounded very like the Skull, reckoned that he knew taking the moral high ground would sting more than anything; the tender part of her, the part that had been swooning over him since she was fifteen, was indeed severely stung. Right up until the last moment, she had expected him to come through the door and make one last effort to convince her. She might even have stayed if he had.

(rest under the cut because it got long)

2. All in your head - 3 times Holly hid a migraine at work and one time she didn't. An exploration of Holly and workplace trauma. This will be a shortie, but I'm not posting til I have the whole damn thing written:

The doctor had assured Holly that she was lucky: her migraines only came on in situations of extreme stress, so with careful management of her environment and diet, it would be possible to avoid them almost entirely. Nice man, that GP, but if Holly had to level a criticism at him, she would suggest that he was just a teensy bit of a fantasist. His treatment plan didn’t quite match up with the grim reality of working for Steve Rotwell. 

3. DEPRAC AU - Lucy and Lockwood meet as grown-up DEPRAC officers rather than as teens. Their agent days are behind them, but they're still working with the dead:

The trick is to assume you’re already dead. Lockwood taught me that, on my very first day at Scotland Yard.  I was new to London back then, but not not new to DEPRAC, and I’d been dismissive. “Sounds depressing,” I’d said. “Up north, we just took each day as it came.”

“That’s a good policy too,” he’d said, and smiled that warm, easy smile of his. Even then, on day one, it melted me like butter — not bad for a dead man walking.

4. The Bleak Midwinter - not a terribly original concept, a study of Lockwood and George over the course of the Black Winter, but fun nonetheless.

Winter settled in early at 35 Portland Row that year. Outside, the weak November sun shone on unawares, but inside, a kind of mid-January misery had taken hold. The chill lurked in odd places, like a certain mug that suddenly no one would drink tea from or a blank spot in the umbrella stand that usually held three rapiers and now only held two. It was particularly bad on the stairs leading up to the attic. 

George felt it like the presence of a ghost; he found himself turning up the heating all the time,  especially in the basement office with its empty desk, and chewing mints while he sorted laundry, as though the absence of short skirts, bras and knickers could put forth a miasma. He wanted to ask Lockwood if he felt it too, if he also woke with his joints aching from cold, like an old man. But this was precisely the kind of thing you couldn’t ask Lockwood, the kind of thing that would make him go blank and uncomfortable, if he didn’t just laugh it off. It was the kind of thing he would usually ask Lucy. The problem was, Lucy wasn’t there.

5. Cheating, because I don't have that many unpublished fics, but I also have a Quill POV piece on 1096 that I love-love-love:

“I knocked. You didn’t answer the door. I thought —” Quill swallowed. His hands were starting to sting properly. 

“For God’s sake.” Lockwood was finally cottoning on. “My phone was off the hook, so you thought I’d offed myself in a fit of Byronic heartbreak? And you call <i>me</i> dramatic?”

“You can’t do things like that,” Quill snarled, waving a lacerated finger under Lockwood’s nose. “It’s not funny. I thought I was going to find you with your head in the bloody oven.”

Lockwood cocked his head at him. “It’s an Aga, Quill,” he drawled. “It doesn’t work like that.”

And that was when Quill gave into the ten-year-old impulse and hit him.

[aphinthestars]

You all are getting a Miguel x Aph kinda writing but also kinda an x Reader since I just dreamt about this man, since I'm writing it from my POV it's kinda like an x Reader but also it's very Miguel and Aph coded so it's also kind of a Miguel x Sona

Heads up I normally don't write fics for like...the general public so my writing can be kinda ass or leave a lot to be desired so beware LMAO

(Dividers by @/saradika-graphics)

So a little context for this dream first, I'm on my period so I've been overall not having a good time, be it cramps or migraines so I've been grumpy but also really wanting someone to give me comfort so maybe that's why I manifested our communal man in my mind palace.

In the dream I was walking home from the store, because Miguel and I lived in a small town, it wasn't like an American small town where they still have a Walmart or something it was a Mexican small town where the store at your disposal is a family owned abarrotes and it's all dirt roads kind of small town.

I'm walking home and when I get home it's already a bit dark, I'm grumpy because I got my period and I'm feeling horrible so I leave the groceries in the kitchen thinking how I'm going to put them away tomorrow.

The house is kind of like a one bedroom, like the bathroom and bedroom are separate from the kitchen and living room by a door so I walk in into the bedroom to find Miguel reading in bed.

I sit down on the other side of the bed and it's obvious I'm in a sour mood, I can't tell what mood he is in by his expression and in the dream I know he has resting bitch face so I really don't know if he's mad or just his expression, he has a book on his hands that he's reading.

So I'm kind of ranting to him not thinking much of it, until he closes his book and I look at him in question and he grabs me by my thigh, pulling me closer, and I remember this very vividly because his hand is the size of my thigh maybe bigger and he has his fingers digging into my inner thigh but in a loving kind of way.

With his other hand and arm he grabs me from under my thighs and brings me up onto his lap, kissing my temple and adjusting me until I'm hugging onto him, my face in the crook of his neck and one of his hands on the back of my head.

He is quiet during all of this but I can tell he is doing it to make me feel better.

Miguel maneuvers us while he's taking his shirt off to finally go to sleep, adjusting the elastic on his sweats until he finally lays down with me, our legs intertwined, one of his hands on my lower back while the other is on the back of my head, he's humming and I can feel it through his chest with my hands on it and on my temple where it rests on the side of his neck.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi there supersonic person! I see in your off line lists you have some new caretaker/doctor John. I’d love to see those please. Thank you.

Hi Lovely!!

AHHHH I DO I DO I DOOOOOO! Here are the fics I've got for ya on that new list! Feel free to add more friends!

DOCTOR / CARETAKER JOHN Pt. 5

See also:

Doctor / Caretaker John

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 2

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 3

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 4

Sherlock is Sick/Hurt (Sherlock Whump)

Sherlock Whump Pt. 2

Sherlock In An Accident

My Unfortunately Average Sized Cranium by Haelia (K+, 996 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Headache, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Past Drug Use, Doctor John) – In which Sherlock has a migraine. ALMOST Johnlock. Not quite.

Mizzle by MrsNoggin (K, 1,233 w., 1 Ch || Friendship, Fluff, Platonic Johnlock, Humour, Slice of Life) – John can't decide if it's raining or not. Sherlock doesn't understand.

You're a Doctor, Fix me by edken (K+, 8,792 w., 2 Ch. || Humour, Romance, Sick Sherlock) – Sherlock doesn't do anything halfway, and that includes getting sick. John nurses a very sick flatmate back to health using cuddles, forehead kisses, and a massage. Humor, and fluff promised as always, but also some character analysis because who doesn't love that?

The Slow Dance and Death of a Carbon Copy by batslikepastel (T, 15,576 w., 8 Ch. || Angst with Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Mental Health Issues, Mary is Not Nice, Idiots in Love, Eventual Fluff, Developing Relationship, Alcoholism, Love Confessions, BAMF John, First Kiss) – He hasn’t talked to Sherlock outside the bedroom since that first night. Today, though, when Sherlock painstakingly makes John’s favourite breakfast- eggs Benedict- he smiles delightedly and kisses his cheek. “Thanks, Mary.” The first sign of delusion.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

How To Unfold a Heart by elwinglyre (E, 25,477 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It, BAMF John, Mentioned Eurus, POV First Person Sherlock, Case Fic, Fluff, Slow Burn Topping from the Bottom, 3 Yr Old Rosie, Introspection, Sexual Fantasies, John Worship, Ogling, Hand Holding, Kidnapping, Domesticity, Sherlock Whump, First Kiss/Time, Doctor John, Caring John, Soft Sherlock, Sensuality, Touching, Crying, Love Confessions, Anxious Sherlock, Rimming, Toplock, Fingering, Bossy Bottom John) – To Sherlock’s dismay, John’s return to Baker Street with Rosie is only temporary. Sherlock’s daily visits to Regent Park with John and Rosie illuminate his lost childhood memories and missed opportunities. But with each trip to the park, Sherlock also feels a growing sense of hope. That is until the past horrors return unexpectedly in a cryptic note folded in the shape of a heart. To decipher the message, Sherlock must uncover the nature of the hearts around him, including his own.

Lucifer's Gardens by ampersand_ch (E, 32,679 w., 12 Ch. || GERMAN VERSION|| Romance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Murder, Poison / Drugging, Mystery, John Undercover, Academic Club, Therapy, Rituals, Jungian Archetypes, Doctors & Physicians, Grief/Mourning, Esotericism, Hospitals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, John Falls In Love With Another Man, Jealous Sherlock, Crying, Doctor John, Hand Holding, First Kiss/Time, Mysticism, Hugging, Touching) – John goes undercover for an investigation as a favour to Lestrade in a village in Suffolk. The events surrounding the case awaken deep-seated fears in Sherlock. While John begins to come to a realisation of what he needs in Lucifer's Gardens, Sherlock tries to find a way to reach John – in more ways than one.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love,  Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Swallow the Night by ArwaMachine (E, 87,873 w., 15 Ch. || TSo3/Stag Night Fix It, TAB/S4 Divergence, Toplock, Mutual Pining, PWP, Drunk / Public Sex, Anal Fingering/Sex, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Everyone Knows Except Them, Emotional Love Confession, Demisexual Sherlock, Internalized Homophobia [John], Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Drug Relapse, Infidelity, Texting, Masturbation, Oblivious John, Emotional Love Making, Angst with Happy Ending, Dreams and Nightmares) – “Do you know how long,” John panted, his cheek scraping against the wall, looking back at Sherlock through half-closed eyes, “I’ve wanted this?” Sherlock pressed himself against John’s back, biting at John’s ear. “Not nearly as long as I have,” he whispered.

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) –Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Fallen Series by Belladonna_Q, mamishka (T, 222,094 w. across 3 works || Winglock || Angel!John, Angels & Demons, Faes, Christianity, Changelings) – In a world where myth, mystery, and the supernatural flourish beneath the veneer of modern civilization, Sherlock is a master of magic as well as science and deduction. But there are some things that he cannot see, riddles he cannot unravel, even when they walk right beside him in the form of one John Watson…

[nights-legacy]

Body Snatched - Kaminari Denki

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Body Snatched masterlist Note-- another multiple requested boy!

2436 Words

Warnings: unwanted touches and actions, attempted assault, language, vague mentions of wounds

Quick Note: reader has a flora/vegetation quirk

+ You and Kaminari do not get along most of the time. You didn't care for his overly flirty persona. He never let your distaste stop him from trying to get your favor but he did know when to settle down. Mineta didn't, however and he went way, way too far. 

Kaminari and Mineta are known for being perverted. Mineta, more so but Kami had his moments. So it wasn't surprising that the two were on the receiving end of someone lashing out on them with their quirk. And Mineta had one thing on his mind. Mineta and Kami had had a conversation about you that morning, and he wanted to 'try his luck' since he knew of the hidden mutual crush between You and Kami.

Y/N's POV

"Guys, could you turn it down? I've got the beginning of a migraine." I asked, looking up from my homework. Kiri and Sero were playing some game and it was getting loud. Sero looked back at me with a sorry smile.

"Yeah. There are some meds in the top drawer of my night stand if you want some." He said as Kiri turned down the volume.

"Thanks." I turned to get it, but Bakugou was already holding the bottle out to me. He was still looking at his homework.

"Whatever." He glanced up when I took the bottle and got out some meds. He put it away for me before looking at the others. "Should you even be playing? Do you even have your school shit done?"

"Yes, Bakugou." Kiri turned his head towards Bakugou but still kept his eyes on the screen. "Not all of us word ahead like you, Mr. Top of the Class."

"Whatever. At least I'm not struggling to pass." He looked back to the papers in front of him.

"Hey!" A chorus of yells came from the boys. I flinched at the volume. There were a couple of hushed sorries.

"But doesn't that reflect on the tutor of said struggling to pass boys?" I said. The two burst out laughing, covering their mouths to be quiet, while Bakugou glared at me. He kicked me slightly. I smacked his ankle and threw petals in his face in response.

"The parties here!" Kaminai yelled as he showed up. I flinched before rolling my eyes and turned back to my homework. He continued to be loud even when the others were trying to shush him.

"Hey, Spark Plug! Quiet your damn mouth! That one has a migraine, and you're making it worse." Bakugou snapped softly. Kami flinched away quickly.

"No, no. It's alright. I'm just going to go back to my room. You guys have fun." I gathered my stuff and walked out. I was halfway to my room when someone called my name.

"L/N!" Kaminari's voice echoed behind me. I paused only because he called me by my name, not his private nickname for me. "L/N I'm sorry for being loud back there."

"And you're not sorry for being loud now?" I asked. He flinched a little but forced a smile.

"I am sorry." He said. I just looked at him. He stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. I was waiting for the flirting.

"What are you wanting?" I asked before turning to walk again.

"Well, I just wanted to spend time with my friend. Something wrong with that, L/N?"

"Noo..." I looked at him again. He was already watching me. His gaze was different than normal. Usually his gaze was flirty with major admiration in them, but this gaze was just ...dirty. It made my skin crawl. "Are you okay, Kami?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, L/N. Why wouldn't I be?" That's three times now he's called me L/N. He's religious with the nickname. Something's not right.

"Okay. Nice. Well I'm going to go study. See ya later." I smiled and walked faster. I could hear him walking behind me still. As I reached my door, I heard something that made me freeze.

"Nice piece of cake." He muttered. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at my ass, biting his lip hard. There was only one person who has ever said that exact line to me.

"Mineta?" My voice is very breathy. He went rigid and looked up at me like a deer in headlights. "Shit..."

"L/N? Why did y-you call me Mineta? I, I, I..."

"I don't know what happened here, but I need you to get lost." I opened my door and pulled out my phone to text Bakuyou quickly. I was just about to hit send as I was closing the door when he finally reacted.

"Wait no!" He yelled. I felt him grab the doorknob and then it went black.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the numb, tingly feeling of my hand. I felt the hard floor under my back and groaned quickly. The sound of rapid pacing caught my attention and I forced my eyes open. Kaminari... Mineta was pacing in front of my door.

"Shit." I muttered quietly. I moved my head slowly and saw my phone. I was able to grab it without Mineta noticing. I opened it to see my text to Bakugou still at the ready. I hit send before closing the phone. "Get the fuck out!"

"Shit! You scared me!" He yelped. I sat up and glared at him. "I didn't mean to shock you Babe. I was just on edge."

"One. Don't call me babe." I pushed off the floor to my feet. "And two. I said Get the fuck out, Mineta!"

"Mineta? I'm not..."

"Please! Only one person says 'Nice piece of cake.' to me. Kaminari even has more decency than that." I snapped. He took on a panicked look. He looked around as if trying to find something to help him.

"I'm n-not leaving." He tried to say firmly. He looked at his hands before charging at me. I tried to back up but I hit the wall. He grabbed my wrists and slammed them on the wall by my head.

"Hey! Let go of... Ah!" Electricity traveled down my arms. I screamed until it stopped after a few seconds. He crowded in on me. I tried to kick him but he was able to place himself between my legs, rendering the kicks useless.

"Damn..." He was panting above me. There was a crazed look in his eyes that would have made me hot if this was Kaminari. I always gave the boy gruff for his flirting but it was just because he flirted with everyone, not just me.

"You're sick." I tried to pull away from his hold. He tightened his grip. Another string of volts went down my arms. With the distraction, he slammed his lips against mine and shoved his tongue down my throat. It finally clicked in my head, remembering I had a quirk.

"Ah!" He screamed as he finally let go of me. His hands were bleeding from the thorn vine I grew around my wrist. 

I quickly opened my balcony door and grabbed the railing. I reached out and made a limb from a nearby tree extend out. I launched over the railing to the limb and climbed away from the building. It was hard to hold on because my hands were numb.

"Crap." I tried to hold on as I directed the branch towards the ground but slipped off.  The breath was knocked out of me as I hit.

"L/N!" I looked up at my room to see him jumping over the railing, too. I got up and took off. Running around the building to the front, I saw Aizawa and All Might walking up to the dorm doors. 

"Sensei's!" I yelled as I ran from Mineta. I stumbled, and All Might caught me before I hit the ground. He helped me stand upright when we heard an explosion just beyond the building. Not even half a minute later, Sero and Bakugou came walking out with Mineta in tow.

"What's going on? Why do you have young Kaminari tied up?" All Might asked.

"Because this isn't Spark Plug. It's Mineta!" Bakugou snapped.

"What?" Aizawa looked annoyed and cdumb founded at the same time. Bakugou went into telling him about my text and involuntarily began to zone out. I could feel my body start to sag in exhaustion and a sharp tingling started to take over the numbness in my hands.

"Young L/N?" I heard All Might speak but I could barely register it. I was like he was talking through water or something. I looked up at him. He was looking at me worried. "Are you alright?"

"I, Um..." Before I could form a coherent response or even thought, I collapsed. Multiple sets of hands caught me and lowered me to the ground. I could hear them talking about me but nothing made sense, as if they were speaking a whole other language.

"These are electrical burns. We need to get them to..." I heard just a little before the sky turned completely fuzzy.

* Time Skip *

"You there, Young L/N?" I heard someone call out to me. I could feel myseif waking up, feeling on my limbs coming back slowly.

"Come on, flower Power. Wake up!"

"Bakugou! Dude, for once be a little gentle!"

"I, whatever, it would just be better if they woke up." The voices were all familiar and the banter was amusing.

"We are all worried, Bakugou. We understand your impatience. It's okay." 

"No one can get any sleep when you guys are around." I muttered as I forced my eyes open. All Might, Bakugoo, Kiri, Mina, and Sero were all standing around my bed, watching me intently. I looked around to see I was in a hospital. "Damn."

"I'll let the nurse know you're awake." All Might walked out. I turned to look at Bakugou and Sero. 

"Thanks guys."

"Of course. We had noticed that he was acting weird but didn't think much of it until your text. But we didn't do much but catch him. You already had it handled by the time we got there." Sero placed his hand on mine. I only noticed then the bandages that covered most of my arms.

"Still thank you. Shit." I lifted my arms to look them over.

"You had some nasty electrical burns. Since Mineta obviously didn't know what he was doing with Kami's quirk, he got you pretty good." Mina said.

"Oh, he knew what he was doing... he just didn't know how to control it." Kiri nearly growled. The others nodded in agreement. Someone clearing their throat caught our attention. Peeking out from behind the door was the blonde's body. I gripped onto Sero's hand in fear. Aizawa stepped in too.

"It's Kaminari. And before you ask, yes I am sure." He stepped back out as  Kami stepped in. He had his hands behind his back with a sad, guilty look on his face.

"How about we give you two a moment? We'll be right outside." Mina gave me a questioning look. I nodded and Sero gave me one last squeeze before leaving.

"Hey, hippie?" I looked at Bakugou. He looked between me and Kami. "Just tell him. The runaround is getting annoying." I blanched at his words.

"I'm not even going to ask right now." Kami said as Bakugou left. He came and stood next to me. I saw him staring at my arms. I could tell he was close to tears. "I'm sorry."

"It's Okay, Kaminari. It wasn't you. I know you would never do this." I tried to reassure him. He gave a watery smile and sat down.

"To be fair, you did get him back." He finally revealed his arms to me. He had a similar set of bandages on his arms.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry Kami! I was just trying to... I couldn't think of..."

"No, no, no. It's okay, I understand." He grabbed my hands.

"I didn't think about you having to deal with the aftermath. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Lily pad." I felt istant relief when he called me by that name. He brought my hands up to his mouth. He gave them a swift kiss. When he gripped my hands a little tighter, I noticed him wince.

"Do they hurt?"

"Yeah." He looked at me sheepishly. "The thorns were poisoned."

"What?!" I yelped, looking at him scared.

"Mildly!! Very mildly!" He said quickly.

"God. I could have killed the guy I like even though it wasn't him in his body. Good going, Y/N." I mumbled to myself.

"Woah. Woah, wait. Backup. You like me?" He stared at me. I looked at him confused until I realized I said all that outloud. I sighed before nodding my head. "But you always gripe when I flirt with you? And turn me down when I ask you out?"

"Because you flirt with everyone Kami...I don't like it because I'm not the only one you flirt with. And in my defense, you do "ask" a lot of people out."

"Oh..." He bit his lip With a blush growing exponentially across his cheeks. He was thinking about something. "How about this? I quit flirting with everyone and only flirt with you. Also maybe convince you to let me take you out on a date? Maybe?"

"Well..." He looked so hopeful. I couldn't turn him down even if I wanted to, which I don't. "Only if you mean it."

"Of course I do!" He smiled brightly. "I mean, I'll be honest, I've always been a flirt. I got it from my dad. But since I've met you, I've wanted to take you out truly. No games."

"Then I look forward to it. Just as soon as we both get better." He nodded in agreement. The doctor came in after that and checked me over. I was glad to hear I had no nerve damage from the quirk misuse. "Oh by the way, where were you when this all was happening?"

"Oh, um..." He blushed again. "I somehow got myself stuck with Mineta's quirk even though I thought that was impossible. Aizawa found me after it was all over."

"Oh dang." I giggled. He rolled his eyes but laughed too. He kissed my hand again. I yawned slightly.

"Hey Kami?"

"Hmm?" He

"Stay with me while I sleep?" He gave me a gentle smile, brushing hair back from my forehead. He gave me a soft kiss there.

"Of course. I won't leave your side."

Tag List: @lilparcheesie @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @l0vely-lee

[zombiedumbie]

04. THE CAP AND THE PENGUIN

'Wolf brought another strange kid home' masterlist.

I'm writing my final paper and I've been having constant migraine attacks :( this story has been my comfort, I wish I could live inside it.

based on Law's light novel, blood, dismembered limbs, illegal practice of medicine, 1st person pov.

The kids brought two more kids.

Two more kids and an arm, to be precise.

As usual, I was in my workshop when I heard the explosion. The kids had asked me if it was always cold on the island, and I explained to them that it only stopped snowing for a quarter of the year. The boy seemed used to it, the bear, well, being a bear with thick fur, he obviously enjoyed the temperature, but I noticed the girl always wore more layers of thick clothing.

It had been a little over a month since that damn bear had been in the house. Sometimes I found tufts of white fur around the house and wondered if he wouldn't serve as a coat for the girl. The problem was that she always sneezed when she got too close to the bear.

I had locked myself in the workshop to think of something that could keep her warm, or at least her room, and ended up getting distracted with thoughts. Rad had told me that they found two boats and the remains of a third, which seemed to belong to a fishing fleet, probably the same fleet the girl was on, as her boat was very similar. Then the explosion echoed through the forest.

I immediately ran outside, kicking the door to see what it was and if the kids were intact. I counted three of them, whole and safe, but already running into the forest, the bear tripped over his feet as he followed them.

I frowned, thinking of shouting at them to come back, feeling a strange sensation in my stomach, especially with the smoke rising through the treetops, but I knew they wouldn't hear me. I sighed. I must be raising quite a collection of unruly youngsters. I closed the greenhouse door before entering the house, sitting on the couch as I waited for the kids to return.

My mind went back to the boats. I would soon return to town to sell the farm's produce, and I had asked Rad to investigate further. So when I returned this week, maybe I could find out where onnanoko came from and help her remember something.

Maybe she would go back home.

"Mr. Junk!" I heard Law shout, and then I was startled when he kicked the door. He and Bepo were carrying two more boys on their backs.

"Law! What the hell are you doing bringing more people?!" As I spoke, I noticed. "Wait, they're covered in blood!" Then onnanoko entered, holding a severed arm.

One of the boys was wearing a cap, and he had a huge hole in his stomach and was already unconscious. The other had a hat that said 'Penguin' and his right arm had been torn off, and he was barely conscious when he arrived.

"Both of them were seriously injured. Let me operate on them here!" Law said, his voice firm and urgent. It took me a few fractions of seconds to react, as the smell of blood slowly invaded my senses.

"Alright! I'll boil some water. You focus on what you need to do!" I responded as quickly as I could, trying to be fast.

I heard their voices from the door, furniture being moved, their heavy and fast steps as they tried to save the boys' lives. Onnanoko rushed into the kitchen to get ice, while Bepo practically hugged the arm. The smell of blood invaded my nose again.

I returned to the living room, where Law had laid the boys on the floor. The coffee table was now in the corner of the room, and the stuff that had been thrown on it was all scattered around the corners.

"I know... It's... like type X. The same as... mine", the boy with the penguin hat tried to speak, too weak to think straight. "That's why I remember... I'm sure of it."

"Type X", I saw the little doctor almost bite his lips, concerned about their blood type.

"Law! Use mine. It's also X", I called his attention, already rolling up my sleeves.

"Mr. Junk..." Law seemed to hesitate, and I grunted, there was no time for hesitation. "Ossan, these two have lost a lot of blood. If we take all of yours, it's risky that..." I cut off his nonsense, already sitting on the couch to help him.

"I know what can happen, idiot! And I'll take that risk! Who said to worry about me, huh? When I was younger, I lost more blood in battles than you can imagine. So, it's not the amount of hemoglobin needed to heal two kids that's going to bring me down!" I grumbled at the boy to make him stop talking while the other two continued to lose more and more blood.

"Okay, okay! I'll use your blood!"

Finally, Law started drawing my blood, putting it in an improvised bag. Bepo and onnanoko watched everything, their eyes seemed like they would roll out of their eyelids. The bear's nose seemed more sensitive to blood, so he kept covering his face with his paw until onnanoko tied a shirt around his face like a mask, which seemed to help.

When the two boys were receiving my blood, Law turned to me.

"Hey, ossan, are you okay?" I grunted, feeling the lack of blood hitting my ears with a loud ringing.

"I told you not to worry about me! I'm just a bit dizzy, like when you get up too fast, that's all! So, instead of worrying about an old man, hurry up and finish what you were doing!" I grumbled once again, already running out of patience.

"Yes, yes, okay. Leave it to me", Law replied, and I felt pressure on my forehead.

"Tch... 'Give and take,' remember? I'll have you, onnanoko, and Bepo do the chores... For a... week after that..." Then my body gave way, and I fell onto the couch, knocked out.

I heard a distant voice calling me and something about a microscope.

I saw a boat on the shore, almost stuck in the sand, the paint was chipped, and it looked a little damaged.

Until yesterday, that boat wasn't there; I was sure of it. I had been to town yesterday, and this was one of the rare times I visited town twice in a week.

Maybe it was fate. No one came to that beach. There was a small, fragile, cold creature inside the boat.

Still breathing.

The colors slowly returned to my eyes, and the light hit me with a brief headache. As I raised my head, I heard a loud thud.

"Boy!" I said, seeing Law collapse on the floor.

"Law!" The girl and the bear knelt beside the young doctor.

"You... Don't worry about me", he muttered. "Just... make sure the transfusion needles don't come out. I'll get up... soon...!" And then the boy fell asleep.

I got up with difficulty, onnanoko helped me while Bepo checked the needles. I thought about taking the boy to his room so he could sleep, but I didn't have the strength to go up the stairs without support.

In the end, Bepo laid him on the other couch. He and onnanoko prepared soup, which I drank more than I needed just to recover. The two stayed in the living room with me while Law was still sleeping, making sure the boys were stable and the needles were in place.

It was already late, and I could see how sleepy the two of them were, so when they dozed off, I let them sleep, checking on the boys myself. Law woke up almost an hour later, immediately getting up to check on them.

"How are they, Law?" I asked, and he seemed not to have noticed that I was awake.

"Ah, ossan, you're awake?"

"Who can sleep thinking they might wake up surrounded by corpses?" I crossed my arms in front of me, already feeling much better.

"Don't worry, my surgery was a success. As long as we keep an eye out for possible infections, they'll be fine", I sniffed and smiled, the boy spoke with a lot of pride in his accomplishment. I felt the same pride wash over me with his smile.

"Is that so? Kid, I'm happy", the look of confusion on his face was priceless.

"Happy, huh?" He widened his smile even more. "I never thought I'd hear that coming from you. Saving them won't benefit you in any way."

"Saving the lives of two kids is gratifying enough", I replied, and turned my head. There were only a few moments when I let my feelings overflow like this, but maybe all this flood of things happening made me a little more sentimental than I should be.

I looked at onnanoko sleeping, hugging Bepo. The image of a boat returned to my head.

[nebulousmistress]

2024 Fic in Review

format lifted from @luddlestons who borrowed it from @ziskandra but nobody will notice since I live in rarepair hell lol

Total number of fics: 44, tho this includes WIPs I posted to that I'd started previously

Total wordcount: 342,031

Fandoms: 4, if lumping all Dragon Age into one fandom. 18 Stardew Valley, 24 Dragon Age of various types, 1 Original Work in the Cthulhu Mythos, and 1 Original Work of my own

Smut scenes: 6 explicit, more if you count alluring suggestion

Most Popular Fic (by bookmarks): A Farmer's Madness with 12

Most Popular Fic (by kudos): The Green Rain with 154

New Things I Tried: 60 thousand words without ever naming one of the main characters. Liberal usage of 1st person POV but not for all of it, nowhere near all of it. I started just to see if I could then it became a running joke then it grew into a realization of eldritch proportions

Fic I spent the most time on: Memento of Legacy, it went deep into left field and dragged an entirely new rarepair out of me and AO3 kicking and screaming. And it's still a WIP

Fic I spent the least time on: The Purpose of Aesthetics, about half an hour

Favourite thing I wrote: Confessions, I don't even go to this or any western religion and yet there was something delightfully cathartic about this one. Sebastian was trying to get me to torture more but I kept the Templar rape out of it. Man was a masochist looking to get punished. He's better now and this fic is part of why

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected? [looks up at 300k words] Honestly I expected that number to be lower. But I wrote about as much as usual? This is fairly normal for me. I write when I'm stressed and A Lot happened this year

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion: Most of them? I have to go with Safe, an original work with only 18 hits. I knew it would never breach a hundred hits but I posted it anyway. It's a EM-induced musing I had while the rest of the world marveled at aurorae and got migraines

Most Unintentionally Telling Story: Either Protector of the Valley where I admit the Farmer's name and unintentionally reveal how much one version of me has done recently, or The Seeker's Quest: Kirkwall where I heavily imply one of the greatest secrets of the series

Biggest Disappointment: I still couldn't bring myself to work on my Star Wars AU, it's gnawing at me

Biggest Surprise: So @bengesko has been recommending this game for a while now, Stardew Valley, so I picked it up and on my very first playthrough... Now I've got 60k of fic and a series that might actually END all based on that very first meandering playthrough I ever did

My Favourite Part Of Fandom This Year: This was the first year in 20 years of fandom that I ever had the courage to actually commission art for a fic FOR THE PURPOSE of putting it into stories and it rocks ngl

Writing goals for next year: finish shit. Finish all stories planned for the past in Dragon Age. Finish this Eldritch Stardew series. Write for the Inquisition in Exile era. Enjoy myself in rarepair hell since it is where I excel

Did you meet last years goal? I had a goal? Lies

[thestarstoasun]

I've started a part 2 to what I wrote yesterday, but I got sick and have been sleeping most of the day. Hopefully I'll have it finished later tonight or tomorrow, sickness + migraine permitting. I can say that it will feature Solangelo, Will being the patient for once, and feelings. Anything else is just as much of a mystery to me as it is to you. It will answer some questions though. And then I'll get to work on a prequel of sorts from Nico's POV and pray I don't completely screw that up

[cryptomiracle]

Blue aura (eyeless jack x reader) pt 4

I've decided to give this more parts than I initially said, because there's nothing I love more than a slow burn, and I realized if I only made 4-5 parts, I'd have to rush ej and y/n's relationship, or make two REALLY long chapters 💀.

Read pt 1

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Read pt 2

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Read pt 3

Warnings: mention of alcohol, cigarettes, cursing, police, murder, and guns.

Readers POV:

It was 5:30 am, usually at this time you'd be eating breakfast, and then getting ready for work.

but instead, here you were. sitting in your bed, wrapped in your blanket, staring at your dying computer screen.

You'd been researching the "Slenderman" for hours, yet you couldn't find any reliable source, just a bunch of bullshit websites that were filled to the brim with pop-ups, and sketchy "external links"

By this point you were starting to believe that all of this was fake, that the video you found was just some stupid video made to scare people.

But if it was, how did he know about the animal revival thing?

All of this was giving you a migraine, so you decided to give up for the day, and come back to it later.

You kicked your legs over to the side of the bed, you lifted your arms above your head and stretched.

You stood up, your legs were sore from sitting in the same position for hours at a time.

You walked over to your closet, and pulled out your work shirt.

You got dressed, and walked into the living room.

You decided to just get something to eat at work.

You grabbed your keys, wallet, and your phone and headed out the door.

You got into your car, little raindrops falling onto your windshield.

The sky was grey and cloudy, the pitter patter of the rain making you sleepy.

You ignored the tiredness and made your way to work.

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(this next part will probably not be accurate, because I have no clue how it works on crime scenes, or how they interview possible culprits.)

You finally got to work, only to find multiple cop cars surrounding the building.

You parked on the side of the road, pulled up the hood of your jacket so you wouldn't get wet, and walked under the police tape.

You also noticed that marks car was still there.

Your heart beat increased

Maybe someone tried to rob the store, or maybe there was a fire or something else.

You were sure that mark called the police, and that's why they're there.

There's no way something bad happened to someone as strong as mark.

Right?

Usually by this time he'd be gone.

You quickly made your way to the front of the building where you saw mrs mitchell

She had her head in her shaky hands, her chest was heaving up and down.

y/n: "mrs mitchell?"

She pulled her head away from her hands to look at you, she looked extremely distressed.

Her clothes were soaked, and so was her hair.

Tears were streaming down her face, her teary eyed husband, mr mitchell was right beside her, hugging her from the side.

Mr mitchell: "y/n-"

He was quickly cut off when a police officer tapped you on the shoulder

He had blonde messy hair, a little stubble, and black rimmed glasses.

???: "are you a relative, or a family friend?"

His voice was husky, and by his tone, it was apparent that he was mad about something .

Y/n: "I'm a family friend, but I also work here, what happened?"

Mrs Mitchell started crying again, her sobs growing louder each time.

???: "Come with me."

He harshly grabbed you by the arm, making the hood of your jacket fall back, and dragged you into the store.

Along the way, you saw a red stream of water running from the side of the building.

Red?

Your heart sunk.

He walked into the store, still dragging you along.

There you saw another man, he had a serious look on his face.

He was bald, he had a beard, and he was quite tall.

He turned to look at you, by the looks of it, he was a detective.

The officer dragged you to a booth and sat you down.

???: "Now you stay right here."

His voice was demanding, but it had another layer to it, maybe malice?

He walked away from you and over to the detective.

They were talking about something, but it wasn't loud enough for you to hear.

It wasn't long until the detective walked over to your booth.

Detective ??: "Well hello, I'm andre smith."

His voice was not as deep, and angry sounding as the other officer, he had a gentle energy surrounding him.

He sat himself down in the booth, right across from you.

Y/n: "y/n, l/n.."

Andre: "now, i'm sure you're confused.."

You slowly shook your head yes.

Y/n: "what happened??"

He hesitated for a moment

Andre: "I'm gonna put this as blunt as possible."

He sighed, and readjusted his tie.

Andre: "your coworker was found bludgeoned to death about an hour ago."

You looked like a deer in headlights.

you knew you shouldn't have left him alone.

Yet you did.

It's your fault.

It's your fault he died.

Andre: "the manager of the auto part store across from here found him, he was-"

He took a sharp breath in, then cleared his throat.

Andre: "he was so unrecognizable, the only way we knew it was him was because of his name tag."

You didn't even notice the tears that started streaming down your face, you just sat there, in a state of shock.

Andre looked away for a second before he started speaking again.

Andre: "it also looks like the culprit took things from the store as well."

He reached, and grabbed a few napkins out of the dispenser, and handed them to you.

His wedding ring glimmered in the light.

Andre: "hey Marshall!" he shouted.

And over came the other cop, the rude one.

Andre: "this is my partner Marshall, Marshall Lambert."

Marshall slightly rolled his eyes.

Andre: "I know this is probably hard for you to handle, but if you don't mind, we'd like to ask you some questions.."

Ejs POV:

He walked through the woods, sticks and leaves crunching under his boots

It took him about an hour to make it home, and other than almost getting hit by a car, the walk home seemed alright.

But then again, I guess just about anything would seem alright if you're tipsy enough.

He finally made it to his cabin, the door creaked when he opened it.

He barely made it in without falling.

He closed the door, and slammed his back against the wall.

There he saw a certain killer laying on his couch.

Ej: "Jeff.. what the fuck are you still doing here?"

He leaned against the wall, and brushed his hands through his hair.

Jeff: "what, are you blind?"

He slightly chuckled and got off the wall, he walked to the couch, and pushed the jeff's legs onto the back of the couch.

He flopped down, making dust fly everywhere.

Ej: "I kinda hoped seedeater would've eaten you by now."

He exclaimed

Jeff: "ha ha... so funny."

He rolled his eyes.

Jeff: "you got my cigarettes?"

He looked at the bag in jacks hand.

Jack reached down, and pulled out the pack of cigarettes.

He handed them to jeff.

Jeff: "Shanks? This brand is ass. There weren't any others??"

Ej: "the lights were out, and I couldn't see."

Jeff groaned as he sat up against the arm of the couch.

He opened the box, and pulled one out.

He held the cigarette between his lips.

He got a lighter out of his pocket and lit it.

He leaned his head back, and took a long drag from it.

Ej: "I told you to get out of here once you started to feel better."

Ej: "you should've been better by last week"

Jeff let out a puff of smoke, before looking back at jack.

Jeff: "*cough cough* aye, but I've got the black lung sir"

He said while attempting a British accent.

Jack sighed.

Right then jeffs stomach started growling

Ej slowly turned his head towards Jeff.

Ej: "you want some takeout?"

Jeff started smiling, making his scars grow wider.

Jeff: "hell yeah!"

Ej: "fine.. but you're driving, my head is pounding."

Jeff lifted an eyebrow, confusion apparent on his face.

Jeff: "we don't have a car dumbass."

Ej: "then we'll just have to get one."

His mask slightly moved, it was clear he was smiling under it.

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The two men crept through the bushes of a scrapyard, they had their sights on an 1990 Honda Accord

A headlight was missing, one of the doors was a completely different color, and the back windshield was cracked.

It was a hoopty.

The perfect car for two serial killers going for some takeout.

Jeff grabbed a rock and made his way over to it.

Ej: "what are you-"

*𝙎𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙃*

If ej had eyes, they'd be wide open.

Jeff climbed through the broken window

Not long after, the car started sputtering, after a few tries, it finally started.

Jeff: "are you coming or what?"

He yelled, he clearly wasn't worried about alerting the owners.

Jack ran out of the bushes, and to the passengers side.

He pulled the door handle, but it wouldn't open.

Ej: "unlock the door Jeff.."

He continuously pulled on the door, if he pulled any harder he'd probably rip the door off.

Jeff: "it is unlocked, the doors just fucked up."

He loosened his grip on the handle, before finally letting go.

Jeff: "looks like you'll have to sit in the back"

He gave ej a shit eating grin

He reached behind the passenger seat and opened the back door.

Ej squeezed in the back, his legs were too long so he had to hold his knees up.

His head touched the roof of the car.

Jeff put the car in reverse, the car screeched as he took off.

He turned the radio on, some rock song blearing.

Right as he started to put it into drive, an old man came out of the building, he had a pistol in his hand.

Jeff: "oh shit!" He cackled.

Jeff slammed on the gas, making ejs head fly back.

The old man started shooting at them, but luckily he was missing most of the shots.

The man was yelling, but his words were unintelligible.

Jeff: "GET DOWN JACK, GET DOWN!!"

He yelled

Ej: "I CANT GET DOWN"

He yelled back, while digging his claws into the passengers seat.

Jeff took a tight right turn, causing ej to fall down into the backseat, ripping the passengers seat, causing cotton from the seat to fly everywhere.

The man shot at them again, this time breaking the backseat windows.

The old man shot at them once more, but they were too far away.

Jeff: "WHOO!"

He was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, while ej was still holding on for dear life.

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They finally arrived at their destination.

Jeff turned off the car, and lit another cigarette.

The rain hitting the windshield, creating a comforting atmosphere.

Ej: "hey jeff.."

Jeff: "yeah?"

He turned his head around to look at ej.

Ej: "mask, or no mask?"

He removed his mask.

Jeff: "oh dear GOD.."

He dramatically gasped, and covered his mouth with his hand.

Jeff: "yeah, you should probably keep that on."

He said as he took another hit of his cigarette before putting it out.

Jack huffed, and pulled the hood of his jacket up.

Ej: "whatever man.. let's go."

They got out, and ran through the rain.

They quickly walked into the restaurant, the bell on the door making a familiar jingle.

A little old lady came out from the kitchen.

???: "Hello, welcome to-"

She gasped, her eyes widening.

Jeff: "yo, we're here to pick up an order for..."

Jeff looked at ej expectantly, but he was focused on the downpour outside.

Jeff: "dude."

He nudged jack, causing him to snap back to reality

Ej: "oh uh- Roy."

Jeff: "PFFTT ROY??"

He burst out laughing

Ej: "well that's your name isn't it?"

Jeff: "that ain't my fucking name"

Jeff stopped laughing, and harshly elbowed EJ.

???: "I'll- I'll get that right away!"

She quickly rushed off, back into the kitchen.

When she came back, she was holding a carryout bag.

She handed Jeff the bag, her hands were shaking, and she refused to make eye contact.

She went over to the cash register.

???: "That'll be 15,95"

Jeff: "you disrespect our looks, take forever to get us our food, and now you expect us to pay such a heinous amount of money? Ugh, I'll be leaving you a bad review on yelp."

He crossed his arms, and walked out the door.

Ej: "sorry about him.. he's uh- he's drunk."

He gave her a slight smile, showcasing his fangs.

He pulled out his wallet and handed her the money.

Ej: "keep the change."

[andiinaraethtash]

please tell me about your favorite wip ?

Dude that is like the hardest question you could ask. I'm gonna say top three (though one is a bit cheaty bc it's a series rather than a single wip, but none of the parts of the series are done, so the whole series is a series of wips. It counts).

To Ash and Dust--Okay, I love this one, and it has great angst and humor just built into it. Basically the premise is that the Battle at the Acropolis in BoO goes very, very badly, to the point that they completely lose, so the Fates, in what little time they have, basically do a massive loop with the threads of Fate for the surviving heroes--meaning, of course, Percy and Annabeth. They wake up like. A few weeks before Annabeth, Luke, Thalia, and Grover make it to camp, and of course Annabeth has very conflicting emotions about Luke, bc on the one hand, she did love him, and he did sorta redeem himself, but on the other he betrayed her and got so many of her friends killed. Percy, meanwhile, woke up at the apartment he and his mom, who is dating Gabe at this point, share, and immediately is like, "idk whats going on but i need to get somewhere safe" and so he sneaks out and calls a pegasus to take him to camp. He shows up, giving Chiron a heart attack followed by a migraine, refuses to tell him pretty much anything, just his name, and then waits until Annabeth and the others get there, and in the middle of the storm, proceeds to take down as many monsters as possible to get the other four into the safety of the camp. Bear in mind, he is seven. And a kinda scrawny seven at that. Annabeth's immediate reaction is to just kinda squawk, "Seaweed Brain?" and he grins and shoots back, "Hey, Wise Girl," and Thalia, whose pov that section is written from, is like. "wtf how does Annabeth know this kid, why is this seven-year-old kicking so much ass, and also holy Styx that is a seven-year-old--" That's about as far as I've written, but there are other fun moments in store, though I've yet to decide what to actually do with Luke. (Advice would be appreciated :D)

And Yet, a Second Try--This is the one I've been working on for the last couple of days, and I'm sort of going back to my roots here, with a Star Wars time travel au. Basically, Obi-Wan and Anakin both wake up, a few months after the year on the run happens, in their younger bodies (Obi-Wan is like. 19, and Anakin is three) but the last thing they remember is their respective deaths. Neither knows the other is back, and Obi-Wan doesn't know that Anakin redeemed himself. So Obi-Wan almost immediately sneaks off to Tatooine, so he can rescue Anakin and Shmi both, and of course Anakin is suspicious, bc why is Obi-Wan here now, he's not supposed to be here now, but he doesn't say anything... at least not until some of the other kids are talking and one of them echoes that line that Anakin says in TPM, the "no one can kill a Jedi" and Anakin just. Gets up and leaves without a word, and he vanishes in the three seconds Obi-Wan and Shmi don't have eyes on him, and Obi-Wan manages to find him and they kind of both realise that they remember the future, and there's a lot of crying. It's very cathartic.

The Obani Chronicles--so this is the wip series, and my gosh, when I say this is a labor of love, I mostly mean it's a labor. There are several parts to it, some that are like. Alternate universes to the main one? Anyway--It's focused on an oc of mine, Kestrel Obani, or Kes, who was a Padawan, friends with Cal and Caleb. When Order 66 went out, she barely managed to escape in a fighter, then commandeered a pirate ship in the middle of an asteroid belt, set the autopilot of the fighter she'd stolen to shoot through the belt so it would crash, and successfully faked her death. She manages to lie low until shortly before the events of JFO, when she gets turned over to the Inquisitors after having to use the Force to escape a fight against a gang on Nar Shaddaa. So she's in the Fortress Inquisitorius when Cal and Cere break in, and manages to escape in the chaos, meeting up with Cal and Cere, who don't recognize her immediately (it's been five years and escaping the cell she'd been in had required an explosion which had burnt the left side of her face, neck and shoulder). After they escape, Cal is unconscious (bc he got skewered by his own lightsaber) so there's no reunion, but Kes gets to meet Merrin and Oh, Boy, do I love their dynamic. Merrin doesn't trust her, and she doesn't trust Merrin, and then they just sorta bond over how danger-prone Cal is, and of course once Cal does wake up there's that whole reunion, and that's about the summary of the first part of the series. From there, the main storyline has like. Two more main parts, and one that kinda explains where Kes was during the events of the second game, bc I am not going to try to rewrite that, thank you very much. In part two, they get a group of visitors on Koboh who call themselves the Spectres, which is so much fun. Part three covers the events of Ahsoka, which I did rewrite a little bc I have Thoughts about how that would go if Kes and the others were involved. Anyway I love them all so much and as much as I want to share this series with everyone, literally none of the parts are finished, so...