#sticky-note stories

[reiningsoral]

sticky-note stories: dont try suicide! (nobody's worth it)

(or, 3 times vesper was talked down and 1 time she talked someone else down)

a/n: tw for suicide, drug abuse, guns in a suicidal way, bad mental health, the works. idk been reading a lot of sadboy deadpool fanfic lately and im procrastinating doing my english final research paper

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1:

Vesper was twenty-two years old and standing atop a rooftop, contemplating her life after leaving the Hero Institute. she leaned forward over the edge experimentally. She sort of wished somebody would stop her.

She kicked a rock off the roof, weighing how painful it'd be to die via hitting the pavement vs being shot in the head.

She elected the rooftop was less painful. Probably.

"Ah, hero trash. Was wonderin' who was stupid enough to stand over the edge of this building like that." A vigilante had landed behind Vesper, and she hadnt noticed. Damn, she really was losing it.

"Uh, hi... Carrion, right?" Vesper eyed the vigilante with a sort of wariness only someone who'd been a hero since they could throw a punch had.

the vigilante shrugged. "meh, sorta, been changin' it up a bit lately, probably gonna go with 'Fox' now."

Vesper nodded. "right. so... what're you doing... up here?"

Fox raised an eyebrow, "apart from the occasional mugging prevention, uh, i'm makin' sure you don't kill yourself."

Vesper blinked. "I wasnt gonna-"

"yeah you were. i know a suicidal when i see one." Fox tapped her temple and winked, "takes one to know one, y'know?"

Vesper exhaled, crossing her arms. "..yeah," she muttered.

Fox clicked her tongue, "so, what brings you to the lovely rooftop of a failing business building at this lovely time of night? other than trying to kill yourself."

"Ah..." Vesper's face scrunched to the side, like she was trying to recall why she was up there. "Lotta stuff, if im being entirely honest. left the institute, i wanna die a little, i have no income, im alone, i miss my teens.." she trailed off.

Fox grinned, tilting her head. "left the bastard group, eh? nice."

"i just couldnt stand them anymore, you know? had to walk out. i just... i wish i couldve taken the kids with me.. god, i'm an awful pseudo-parent..." she groaned, dragging her hands down her face, "if i end up regretting this i really will jump."

"awww, but then i wouldnt be able to see your pretty face anymore," Fox bemoaned with faux-sadness.

Vesper found herself smiling at the vigilante's playful banter. "oh, guess i'll have to live then. for you."

"I'm honored." Fox looked at Vesper fully. "if you need an apartment, i can get you one, i have.. uh, connections."

"damn, thanks." Vesper looked at the street below her, "yeah, i think i'll take you up on that one, actually. just, uh, until i can... yeah."

"sure, landlord wont ask questions, anyway." Fox handed Vesper a piece of paper (did she just have those on her??) with an address on it. "here, just, like.... dont fuck it up too bad in there."

Vesper nodded. "sure, pinky promise."

****

2:

dont touch the bottle of pills, dont touch the bottle of pills, dont fucking touch the bottle of pills-

Vesper threw a shampoo bottle at the bottle of xanax on her bathroom sink. she flipped it off, like that would fix a single problem she had.

she stared blankly at the bottle on the floor and picked it up again. she opened the bottle and poured the entire thing into her hand.

fuck, it would be so easy to just take them all. she closed her hand around the pills.

breathe in, breathe out.

she opened her hand- breathe in,

she closed it again- breathe out.

her phone rang. she picked it up off the floor and pressed the speaker.

"..'llo?" she mumbled.

"hey, it's Fox- what the fuck? why'dya sound like that?" Fox's voice filled the bathroom with that same almost accusatory but also like she was talking to her childhood bestfriend.

"...like wha...t?"

"like you're about to kill yourself," Fox said plainly. "are you about to kill yourself?" Vesper couldnt see Fox's face but she knew she was raising a judgemental eyebrow.

"no," Vesper lied. "maybe."

"well, dont do that, then. I was gonna grab food later and bring you some on patrol." Vesper heard the sound of a car door closing from Fox's end.

"uh," Vesper replied dumbly. "im... in the bathroom." not related to what they were talking about, vesper knew that, and Fox knew that, but she didnt say anything anyway.

"and uh... im holding like twenty-something xanax pills in my hand." she looked at her hand. "how fast would i die?"

"dunno. frankly im not interested in findin' out," Fox said, like they were talking about what would happen if she flushed a pencil case down the toilet. "anyway, what did you want later? im at that weird, mostly just fried stuff stall in that one alley." she kept talking like she knew Vesper would be alive later.

Vesper blinked at her phone. "uh... i dunno. whatever, i guess."

"cool. see you at seven?" Fox sounded like she already knew the answer.

"yeah. see you."

click, the line went dead, and Vesper stared at the pills.

then she funneled them back into the bottle, screwed the cap on, and put it back on her sink.

****

3:

Vesper lay, sprawled out, on the rooftop of one of the highest buildings in the city, a gun clasped loosely between her fingers.

she hadnt pulled the trigger yet, but she was considering it. the stars were pretty, so she'd just been looking at the sky.

man, she really thought those meds would work. bummer.

she sat up and pulled the gun into her lap, staring at it.

it was actually funny how easy it'd be to pull the trigger right then. honestly with her luck, though, it would probably somehow jam or be out of bullets and not do anything.

so she was sort of just... thinking about it. she wanted to pull the trigger, but was afraid that nothing would happen, and then she'd have to deal with still being alive even after attempting again. so she didnt pull it, but god she wanted to.

like.... schrödinger's suicide. or something.

she huffed. nevermind, that was stupid.

she put the barrel of the gun in her mouth and just sat there, teeth biting down on the warm metal of the gun, contemplating life.

"again, are you fucking serious?" Fox startled Vesper with her near-silent entrance.

Vesper took the gun out of her mouth. "what? i didnt do anything."

Fox sighed. "i thought we were past this. dont you have some scruffy street kid that you're tryna' lure home or somethin'?" Fox crossed her arms, "what was it, Mai?"

"uh, i guess." Vesper shrugged, spinning the gun around her finger.

"...yeah, no. i'm takin' that." Fox snatched the gun out of Vesper's hand and clicked the safety on. "anyway, what else is goin' on?"

"you mean aside from contemplating life?"

"yeah."

"not much."

the two stared at each other. vesper cracked first.

"i was talking to the kid earlier and she's just so... i dunno, something. kinda made me wanna die again."

"so you're up here instead of adopting that kid? makes perfect sense." Fox rolled her eyes, "listen, you're not stupid, Poison, you know that. dont kill yourself. you've gotten this far, yeah? why go now?"

Vesper groaned. "fuck you, man... i guess." she squinted at Fox, "you're annoying."

"i know, it's my best quality.

Vesper flipped her off. Fox stuck up her finger in return.

****

+1:

Vesper hummed the tune of the music that was always playing near her favorite food stall as she meandered along the rooftops of the undercity.

not much was going on that night, hardly a mugging or robbery to stop that Fox hadn't already gotten to. she frowned slightly, picturing the dumb little leader board the two had set up in an abandoned warehouse, displaying how many crimes either had prevented.

she was pretty sure Fox was winning by like, seven now.

bitch.

Vesper huffed, chucking a piece of concrete off the side of the building and watching it shatter as it hit the ground.

she looked around boredly and saw a figure on the rooftop Vesper had almost jumped from a couple months ago.

"oh, fuck," she muttered, moving quickly, "that's bad."

--

Vesper landed on the rooftop gently, but loud enough so the kid would hear her coming.

"Mai?" Vesper said gently, "what're you doing up here?"

Mai shrugged, "the usual. contemplating life, dreading existentially, uh. wanting to die, same old, same old."

"weren't even gonna leave me a note?" Vesper crossed her arms, "im hurt."

Mai rolled her eyes. "oh, please, you hardly know me."

"doesnt mean i dont care about you." Vesper stood next to Mai. "you're not too shabby, y'know."

Mai huffed. "thanks."

"no problem, kid, it's what i do." Vesper smiled at her. Mai said nothing. "..you know," Vesper started, Mai glanced at her. "...I almost jumped here, too. few months ago."

the kid tried to hide it, but Vesper saw Mai's eyebrows shoot up.

"was not doing great then. hell, im still not doing too great now."

Mai chewed her lip. "so.. why um, what.. stopped you?"

"well, a lot of things. but mostly the thought that it'd be sorta pointless."

Mai's nose scrunched up. "pointless?"

"pointless," Vesper confirmed. "killing myself isnt gonna do anything. it wont fix this shit, it's not gonna magically make every problem that makes me wanna die just go away. a permanent 'solution' to a temporary problem is just, well, dumb."

Mai blinked. "oh," she said.

"mhm." Vesper nodded, "do you want some food?"

Mai shrugged.

"you wanna hot drink?"

Mai shrugged again.

"...you wanna come to my apartment and sleep in a real bed?"

Mai stared at the street and slowly nodded once.

"cool, let's go."

[machveil]

Neighbor!König Headcanons

before the events of the sticky note exchange! just some thoughts while I write pt 3

Neighbor!König didn’t realize his old neighbor moved out - he happened to be deployed when they did. he was surprised to see a bunch of boxes against the wall between his door and yours

Neighbor!König whose brain short circuits when he sees you exit the elevator, another box in your arms. he’s not too sure what to do, he was just leaving his apartment to run to the store

his hands are a little sweaty, mouth goes a little dry. he’s absolutely taken with you when you look up at him, all wide eyed and awed. it’s the first time you’ve seen each other and he’s pretty sure his heart stopped for a moment. he can’t find his voice when you say ‘hi’, so he awkwardly waves and ducks back into his apartment - he’ll get his groceries later

he’s silently debating whether he should go back out there and offer you a hand or just leave you be. eyes darting between his front door and his keys. would it be weird to go back out into the hallway? he just stared at you and waved, was that strange? do you think he’s a creep? a behemoth of a man who just quietly looked at you and left?

safe to say, he decided to just sit down on his couch. sighing, looking up at the ceiling, his shoulders slump. you were so pretty, he thinks. maybe that’s why his stomach did a flip when he heard your voice, because that was pretty too

he didn’t see you again for a week. he figured it was too late for a proper introduction, he’d just be your… quiet, weird neighbor. he didn’t want to be that, but the back of his mind kept replying his retreat. yeah, maybe it’s better to let that situation be

so when he entered the building after a walk around the block, he was startled when your hand caught the closing elevator doors. you had smiled at him, he saw your mouth moving as you talked - probably a greeting? he couldn’t be sure, he too focused on not taking up too much room in the cramped space. so when he heard you introduce yourself, heard you ask for his name, he blinked

“Ah— König.”, he mumbled, gaze darting towards the bright yellow floor numbers as they slowly creeped towards your shared floor. what he didn’t notice was how your gaze was glued to him. he was tall - tall enough he had to duck his head a little going through doors, and he was so big. a pleasant contrast to his seemingly meek demeanor, a demeanor that heavily contrasted his work

maybe, if König could tear his eyes away from the floor numbers and back down towards you, he would notice your eyes dilating slightly, a dopey, nervous smile tugging at your lips. being up close in such a confined space with him was doing things to you. you barely know the man - König - and you’re already smitten. but, before you can continue with any small talk, the elevator doors open and König is gone

he’s pushing through his apartment door, a soft click ringing out as he locks it behind him. “Oh Gott.”, mumbled words leaving his lips as he kicks his shoes off. eyebrows slightly knit as he moves to his bedroom, he pauses when he hears music. through your shared wall, the soft hum of your music plays - or is that you singing? he isn’t too sure, but before he registers it, he sitting down on the floor, back pressed to the wall.

eyes fluttering shut, he takes a deep breath. maybe if he properly became friends with you he could be in there with you. the cold, hard floor grounds him a little, the muffled music keeping his head from spiraling down more ‘what if’s’. but, as the song slows down and the next starts to play, one thought crosses his mind

he really should try to speak to you more

[morriemonnie]

Somewhere, there is probably a pebble fighting for their lives in blackout

[ulteri0rm0tives]

It's every iteration.

It's every iteration of V that will always find Johnny. Every iteration of V that Johnny grows to care about. It's every iteration of each other, in every universe, that will always find each other. They'll always become inseparable, tied together in unfathomable ways. Ways they could never truly unravel from each other in the end, no matter the end.

They'll always be destined for one another. No matter what face is worn. No matter what universe. No matter what, they're always meant to be. No matter what, the stars will always align for them, just to come crashing down from the sky.

[seepingfrommyskin]

rip your heart out.

[boxofoxberry]

the siblings ever

[stygiansauce]

🦃 morning / afternoon / evening!

Scarian is the classic <3 ive only written them once for a friend and it took me… months… got stuck on one scene and avoided it for ages (and then got into taurtis x grian but that’s another story)

Cub and Scar being brotherly and inseparable is soo <3333 everything to me. Have you read “closer to another shore”? Oh my god. Changed my life. And scar and Cub within that book… absolute peak. Devoured it twice over and once more on top of that. Very much recommend if you want to tear your own heart out and crush grian like a bug!

ooo! I'll have to give that one a lookie!

I have this whole scale AU for Scarian that I'll write one day. it's bound to be my hardst work yet (yeah including the historial research and mapping nightmare that is Dealing Despair), because Splinter is one of those fics you have to plan every single scene out to make it all come together in the end.

My goal with Splinter) whenever I get around to writing it, it is to have like a fraction of coolness Birrdie's as above, so below has?? It's still one of my favorite fics of all time and I strive to write an AU like that one day. Splinter isnt the same thing? it's like a past life kind of thing, but the part im trying to emulate from aasb is the "oh something is happening here...I am scared of it" vibe.

Eitherway, if you want a good Grian fic (with some Scarian) THATS the fic. This is the fic I give to all my friends new to the fandom/to fanfiction. I shove aasb and Dirges in the Dark at them because those are the two fanfics I want on my shelf YESTERDAY. Like physical copies. (I am working on that actually....)

OKAY I'VE YAPPED ENOUGH! Time to clock in for the writing shift today <3

[ghost-bxrd]

A more cleaned up sketch version for the follow up to the “poltergeist” piece 🙈 let’s get to coloring and detailing now ✌️

[masterfuldoodler]

I've got a mini amv for Bones by Imagine Dragons in my head for them. Here's some of my favorite moments!

[crowleycringe]

My wife Xara because I need something to post 🌞

[reiningsoral]

*this is a fake transcript of a voicemail between ocs. something experimental, idk*

[ring]

[ring]

[ring]

[clik]

"hey, kid. Ria and I ran into some, uh... [unintelligible] ...complications. she's fine- or, will be fine, im fine, too. dont feel like you have to come all the way out here, okay? just wanted you to know that we had to stop at a motel because of some shit, and we might be back a day or two later than we thought. i know youre doin' shit right now, so you dont need to call me back. just- what? [unintelligible] no- yeah- [unintelligible] mhm. okay, just make sure you dont, like run out of food. or die. we'll be back by the end of the week, 'kay? love you, hugs, kissed, and such. buh-bye."

[clik]

[nerdywriter36]

just finished writing my first full-length fic in years (that's being posted on AO3), the first one since Like Father, Like Son (for those that know it lol) and it is SUCH a wild mix of emotions, me and @brendadaaedestler are going THROUGH IT.

yes, that does mean that Sticky Notes and Serendipity is officially finished! the last few chapters of this story will be in your hands before you know it ❤️

[shxdesofchaos-moved]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64031824/chapters/164264503

Here it is!! Idk why it's not previewing in my post but please enjoy!! Both chapters (should be) posted! Note that they do have a biiiit of a timeskip bc I had the idea to write about Initial Contact while writing the 2nd chapter lmao

[watercolourdreamer]

Completing my first read of The Silmarillion and have officially become that nerd who’s reading and annotating their book enthusiastically.

It’s been so long since I’ve done something like this — annotating books was part and parcel of essay preparation during my university days. Oh! How I’ve missed it!

[direwombat]

if there's one thing about me it's that i love the plotting/planning process of writing