#there needs to be more fanfic of these two fucked up little shits on ao3 and if i cant find any by god im going to start makin em

[crowsent]

takin a break from irresponsible use of my time to say that the abusive cunt never used pet names in canon but in my head he did so any mention of sweet familiarity gets distorted into sick memories of someone who literally shoved you off a cliff UwU

[wickjump]

I’M SO GLAD THAT I’VE FOUND SOMEONE THAT ENJOYS CREPIC. THEREFORE YOU ARE GETTING A HC.

I’ve recently seen a trope somewhere that if partner A has noticeable scars, partner B will kiss them as a small romantic or comforting gesture. Ever since I’ve seen this trope I have not stopped thinking about crepic. IT FITS SO WELL???

Like, obviously Epic has the scar on his eye. His magic eye has caused him years of suffering and awful nightmares. It’s been nothing more to him than a burden. And the scar is just another reminder that he can never let go of everything that’s been done to him. But whatever, he’s gotten over it. But imagine Epic going over to Cross’ house for a sleepover, and late at night the two are just lying in Cross’ bed talking about something stupid, when their conversation suddenly turns more personal. This slowly leads to Epic opening up about how much of a struggle it is to live with his eye. Of course, he doesn’t go too much into detail, since he was never really one to speak about his personal life.

And Cross can’t help but feel so guilty for his poor best friend after listening to him talk about how much pain he had to endure for so long. Epic keeps insisting that he’s fine and that it’s not a big deal, but Cross wants to give the person he cares about so much the desperate comfort he needs. One way leads to another and Cross ends up leaning over and kissing the scar on Epic’s eye while gently cupping his face or something. (bonus points if Cross also kisses the scars on Epic’s hands). AND EPIC WOULD PROB BE HOLDING BACK TEARS THE ENITRE TIME BUT WOUDL EVENTUALLY CRAKC CUZ SOMEONE ACTUALLY FINDS BEAUTY IN HIS INSECURITIES AND UHHUHGH.

I’m so ashamed that this became a huge rant when it didn’t need to be 🙏🙏 (But seriously I’m so starved of crepic that it’s becoming torturous. I need to be fed more fanfics bc there’s only 30 on ao3. Nsfw or not I need to be fed.)

WEEPING CRYING YES!!!!!!!!!! epic is so ignored in crepic fics mostly because people don’t bother to read his au’s comic (it’s… a long one… so i get it lmfao), and i might be one of those people though not because a lack of adoration for his canon but because cross is my favorite idiot and epic is hard to write. BUT!!!!!! I LIKE THIS A LOT.

scar kissing can go one of two ways, very very good, or very very bad. personally if anyone tried to kiss my scars they’d get clocked, but it depends for the character (and person). some people think it’s cringe worthy, other people think it’s sweet. EYE SCARS HOWEVER? OH HO HO. THOSE NEED TO BE KISSED RIGJT FUCKIJG NOW… ABSOLUTELY YES. epic’s whole eye ordeal like ruined his life and made him damn near suicidal. i haven’t read the side comics in a little while for epic but iirc when he’s killed he thinks something along the lines of ‘isnt this what ive been waiting for?’ or something? could be wrong idk i haven’t read it in a few months. but either way that eye, and that scar as a reminder, really fucked him up. and epic’s the kind of guy to gloss over that entirely. but cross is an overthinker at his core so when he catches wind of this it’s going to be on his mind forever probably.

i love. i love the idea that cross just holds epic’s face and kisses his scars. holy shit i love that so much. dear god. he absolutely should get to do that. cross cares sososo much about epic but epic never tells him anything!!! so when cross gets a whiff of his internal turmoil he is gonna DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!! and epic is gonna FEEL EMOTIONS!!!!!!

I LOVE characters cupping someone’s face while kissing them while paying mind to their traumas and letting them know that you treasure them and and and combusts into a superbillion molecules

goddd this idea. /pos. AND YOURE SO REAL ABOUT THE FIC THING THEY SHOULD HAVE MORE FICS LIKE??? WHAT???!!!!! there’s barely any fics out there for them compared to so many other ships. every night i pray that i wake up and someone dropped a 200k+ word slow burn crepic ‘forbidden’ (because cross’ job and epic’s residence) romance best friends to lovers au fic. but those prayers always go unanswered. ive scoured the entire site for them, ive started going to WATTPAD, DAMNIT!!!!!!!!! bleh. i don’t even care about ratings or tags anymore as long as it’s consensual and legal im fine please give me more content with them 🙏

[yumeaoka-chan]

I Want It (all come true)

a/n: Idk man. I'm trying🥲🤚 I'm more active on Ao3 so yeah.

Relationship: Hobie Brown x Silk! Fem! R

Word Count: 5.3K

Summary: You let out a deep sigh, eyes rolling in mild annoyance as you looked over your shoulder. You glared at the building next to you, knowing he was there from the way your heart seemed to lurch into your throat. It didn't matter if you found him (extremely fucking etheral) a little cute. You needed time to process everything…alone.

Or, the Hobie x Silk! Reader fanfic nobody asked for. (Title based off of "I Was Made For Loving You" by KISS)

Tags: Cursing, implied sexual tension, reader is AFAB, reader is implied black but there's no physical description of her(besides clothing, tattoos, and accessories), maybe smut in near future??(not sure, very unlikely)

Chapter 1

Wonderful. Just perfect. It wasn't enough that your day at work had been utter shit, two of your four clients being an absolute pain to deal with. Not to mention that you were running on sheer fumes at the moment. No lunch, no breakfast, and no meds for the raging headache that was beginning to form. It still wasn't enough, the universe seeming to hold no pity for you.

Running through the dark streets of London, your heart hammering in your chest. Rain was heavy on your skin, jacket clinging to your body as you dashed and cold water splashing your calves with every step. You grit your teeth in mild annoyance at not being able to find a crowd to run into. Well, it's not like you didn't already know the streets would be scarce. The only ones out in this weather would be people who just got off work or those who were stupid and drunk. The thunderous sounds of footsteps behind you made your pulse quicken, your legs working harder to escape the group of men.

You zipped and darted between buildings, ducking and jumping over fences. It did little to deter your pursues. Curses tumbled from your lips when you ran smack into a brick wall, nose stinging from the impact. With a groan, you turned back to face the group of armed officers. They leered at you, batons and shields held up menacingly. A placating smile was what you gave in response.

“Enough”, one of them gumbled while pointing his baton at you. “We've got you surrounded.”

“Listen, guys, I already told you that I'm not one of the rebels! I just got off of work!”

Partially a lie, but they didn't need to know that. The man just sneered and gestured to your everything, suspicion lurking in his eyes.

“Look like one. Sure do dress like one. Plus, you ran. You wouldn't have ran if you had nothing to hide.” He had a point. Tattoos, piercings, and the clothes on your back don't really help your case.

“I'd have ran regardless”, you scoff before letting out a sigh of exasperation. “You're literally hounding me! Just… let me go… And nobody gets hurt…”

The officers laughed loudly, with disbelief on their faces. One came up to you then, quick on his feet and raising up his baton. With wide eyes, you move your head just as he swings it down. Your senses go haywire, the officers closing in on you and spelling danger. Eyes narrowed, you dodged a punch on your right before backing away from a slap on your left. With great strength, you pushed the one in front of you away, his body flying backwards a few feet. There was no time to mind the harsh cracking sound his head made when he fell onto the asphalt. Reflexes quick, you dodged a hit aimed for the back of your head and promptly kicked the one responsible in the chest. He let out a yelp as he slammed hard against the opposite wall.

One managed to grab a hold of your hair, giving it a harsh yank. Your head snapped to the side, a gasp of surprise at the sharp pain. Teeth bared and frown deepened, you whirled around to punch him. Your fist collided with his jaw and made him crumble to the ground, a hiss of pain leaving his lips. Eyes darting about, you looked for a way to escape. There really wasn't one and your hope for these people to leave you be was diminishing, the officers you hit getting back up with a vengeance. The feeling of cold metal smashing against your nose had you reeling, your eyes rolling when another smack was made across your face.

Warmth oozed down the side of your face, your ear throbbing and ringing harshly. You felt hands in your hair again and you angrily tried to pull away before, suddenly, the pain in your scalp was gone. A loud whoop sounded out in the alley before a flash of red jumped before your eyes.

“Oi, oi! Mind if I join the party?”

“Damn you, you Spider Punk…! Stay outta this!” One of the officers shrieked at the tall figure before you. A deep chuckle left your masked savior before he promptly kicked the man in the chest.

“It's Spider-Man. Get it right, mate.” Before you knew it, the officers were all down. Perhaps it was the fact you had just been wacked by metal batons or the heavy rain, but the fight ended much quicker than you had expected once your savior showed up. Chest heaving and head pounding, you wiped at the blood dripping down your nose. A groan as you realized your nose ring had been knocked right out, huffs of irritation leaving you. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the way colors swam behind your eyelids. Senses suddenly going haywire, you opened your eyes and turned around right as the webbed hero was about to tap your shoulder.

He tilts his head as he stares at you and you suddenly feel something tugging at your stomach. Like a string pulled taunt, like your heart was about to crawl its way up your throat. It wasn't unpleasant and yet it unnerved you. You stared at the masked man longer, observing how tall he was, how his lanky form towered over you. The rain on your skin felt warmer now, the red oozing down your ear barely registering. Your world honed down to nothing except the man in front of you, even your breathing seemed in tune with his.

A loud groan of pain from one of the decommissioned men pulls you out of the trance, your gaze falling down to your feet in embarrassment. That was…awkward… Clearing his throat, your savior spoke softly, his voice deep and warm. It sounded like the richest of coffees, the smoothest of chocolates. You mentally kicked yourself for hitting on someone you haven't said a word to yet.

“Not a good idea for a bird to be walking alone so late. What'd they hound you for…?”

You take a deep breath and shrug, somehow very aware of his presence. The smell of leather and cigarettes was faint from him, the rain unable to completely wash it away.

“Dunno… Just got off work from the tattoo shop and they started hounding me. Bastards…”, you mumble, wincing a bit as you gently poked at your nose. If it wasn't for your enhanced body, your nose would've been good and broken by now. It was times like this that you thanked that godforsaken spider for biting you. Spider-Man gave a small chuckle and shook his head, the sound making goosebumps raise on your skin as you practically ogled him.

“They always bully the ones that look cool. ‘S alright if I walk you to the hospital, birdy?”

His offer makes you blink in surprise before grimacing at the mention of a hospital. You shake your head and let out a sigh.

“No thanks. You can walk me to my place though.”

Spider-Man nods, placing his hands in his pockets and gesturing for you to lead. The walk back to your apartment is… nice, considering you just got out of a fight. The heavy downpour slows to a light drizzle as you trudge on, making it easier to see each other better. You silently observe the way the spikes on his mask glint under the streetlights, the way his many pins and belts jingle as he walks. The way his guitar, decorated with several well worn stickers, sways on his shoulder. There's a necklace around his neck, the dog tag drooping low on his chest. He walks like he has not a care in the world, a laid back stride that makes the trip home seem longer. Not that you're complaining. Every second near him feels right, like some piece of a puzzle you'd never known was missing but couldn't do without.

“Working at a tattoo shop, huh…? You an artist?” The sudden question makes you look up at his face, the eyes of his mask big and boring into you. You nod with a smile before lifting up the sleeve of your jacket. An image of a cracked skull with a small bouquet of flowers growing from out of one of the eye sockets was inked into the skin of your forearm.

“Sure am. Did this myself just two weeks ago.” You won't admit how you preened yourself just a bit when Spider-Man gave out a low whistle, seemingly impressed. Your breath hitched as he leaned in closer in order to get a better look, his face just inches from your own. What on earth was wrong with you? Getting butterflies over a man you just met, like you're back in grade school?

“That's bloody impressive, birdy… Got any clients already lined up?”

“Why? Lookin to get some work done?” You ask softly, eyebrows raised in slight amusement. You couldn't help but notice how much closer you were to your apartment, disappointment coiling in your stomach. It was strange, but you liked his company even though this was your first time meeting him. Spider-Man gave a small chuckle before nodding.

“Maybe I am. Gonna be my artist, birdy?” The question makes you huff out a chuckle, the slight flirty undertone not going unnoticed by you.

“Wow… Is this how it always goes? Spider-Man likes flirting with the people he saves, yeah?”

Your teasing words make him stutter, the eyes of his mask widening in surprise. The sight makes you smile as you peer up at him. You watch as he awkwardly shuffles his feet, fingers absentmindedly strumming a string of webbing in his hands. When he'd gotten that out, you have no clue. It almost sounds like a beat, a rhythmic plucking of his fingers on the small string.

“Ain't really flirting, innit? Just a simple question… Unless you want it to be…?” He mumbles softly, low to where you almost didn't hear him. There's that tugging sensation again in your stomach as you look up at him. Your breathing stills as he tilts his head down at you, a small tingling sensation beginning to stir beneath your skin. It's buzzing, the sensation. It's urging you closer, making every nerve in your body sit on edge. From the very tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. Even your teeth tingle.

The webslinger looks like he's affected too, shuffling closer to you slowly. You can feel the heat from his body being so close to your own, can even hear the beat of his heart. In the back of your mind, you wonder whether or not he can hear yours, hear how it weirdly enough sounds just like his. Fingers still pluck at his string of webbing as he stands before you. Then, he's lifting up a hand. Slowly, carefully, as if he's afraid he'll frighten you. The tip of his index finger just barely brushes against your cheek before goosebumps appear on your skin.

The tugging in your stomach is a violent pull this time, so forceful that you have to close your eyes just to reign yourself in. His hand holds your cheek like you're made of glass, so fragile and delicate are you. You've never felt a touch so soft, leaning in to his hand more even as the fabric of his suit itches your skin. You want to feel it bare, uncovered and free to press on your own. He's so close that you can hear his soft breathing, almost swearing you can feel his breath through his mask. If only he'd take off the mask completely…

A sudden succession of loud barks snaps you out of your stupor and you gasp, yanking yourself away from Spider-Man. You never even noticed that you had arrived at your apartment, too caught up in whatever weird attraction you had for the masked man in front of you. Shaking your head and arms, trying to will away the buzzing beneath your skin that kept screaming at you to practically jump his bones. You'd done something awkward again. The universe really wasn't on your side today, you thought. Spider-Man turned around and placed a hand over his mouth, a small chuckle of disbelief escaping him. The webslinger seemed just as confused about what transpired as you.

“U-Um… So… Sorry about that. That was weird. Yeah…” You mumbled, glaring down at the pavement to will away the frantic beating of your heart and the embarrassment that threatened to swallow you whole. You spared a glance behind you to your apartment when you heard more barking. Lady, your pit bull, happily stared back at you through the window. Her tongue lapped at her nose as she looked at you, tail wagging back and forth. You're not sure whether or not you're grateful for her convenient interruption.

“No, no, it's cool”, he said quickly as he turned back to look at you. “I mean, yeah, it was weird. But not all of that was on you. Ain't nothin’ to apologize for, birdy.” You give him a small smile before clearing your throat. He glances behind you at your apartment before gesturing to it with a nod of his head. “This your place, yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks for helping me back there and walking me home. I wish I could give you something…”, Just as he was about to protest, you held up your hand. “Wait here! Uh, please.” Spider-Man sighs and holds his hands up in surrender before nodding his head. You grin before rushing into your apartment. Lady was quick to run by your side as you bypassed her to get into the kitchen.

Carefully, you took out the large pan of alfredo you had made last night out of the fridge and a couple cans of beer. You were quick to place a large portion in a to-go container and warm it in the microwave, not wanting to give him cold food. You thought it was the least you could do for practically trying to jump him after the poor guy saved you. Especially this late at night. Once it was done, you placed it in a plastic shopping bag, along with a fork and the beers. Snatching a bag of leftover dinner rolls and stuffing that too inside the plastic bag, you hurry back outside. Spider-Man stands there with his hands in his pockets, head down as he whistles a tune.

He looks up when he hears you approaching him, smiling widely before glancing down. You follow his line of sight to see that Lady had followed you outside. She barked and walked up to the webslinger, tail wagging happily. He chuckled and bent down to pet her after she sniffed him, his red suit a stark contrast to the tan and white fur. However, you're too caught up in the fact that you can now see his lips. His mask is pulled up just enough to show them off and what a nice pair they are. Full and plump, lip ring shining under the streetlights. You swallow hard as the persistent thought of how soft they possibly are flits around your head. You shake your head in an attempt to will the thought away.

“So you're the one who was makin’ all that noise, eh? Nice to meet you, girl.”

The pit bull barked before nuzzling her head against his leg. You chuckled at the sight before handing the bag to the masked man. Standing back up, he takes the bag from you with a grin. Heart beating fast, you can't help but think how perfect of a smile it is.

“Oh? What's this?” His question had you scrambling, trying to remember that you didn't come out here in hopes of yanking that mask off of him and kissing him senseless. Yeah, something was really wrong with you. With a sharp intake of breath, you frantically stutter over your words.

“Alfredo I made last night and some beers. I figured I should repay you somehow. Plus, I imagine swinging all day and night makes you hungry. Oh, wait, do you drink beer? Sorry, I should've asked. I-I can get you something else if you'd like-”

“I drink beer, birdy”, he interrupts your rambling. That same smile on his face as he chuckles softly. Again, that tugging sensation. “Thank you, really. Been a while since I've eaten a warm meal like this. I'll let you know how it tastes.”

A nod and a smile is all you give in response. With one more pat on Lady's head and a nod to you, he's off. Jumping and swinging through the air and off into the night, what remains of it. Once he's far gone, you let out a breath you hadn't known you'd been holding. The tugging sensation in your stomach has finally ceased, your body now under your control once more. You ignore the small nagging emptiness that appeared soon after his departure. Looking down at Lady, you let out a loud sigh and walk back into the apartment. Lady follows you, the pendant on her blue collar jingling.

“It's been so insane today, Lady. You just wouldn't believe it”, you groan to your dog loudly as you shuffle back into the kitchen. The pit bull whines softly as if she understood your situation. As much as you'd like nothing more than to flop down onto your bed and sleep like the dead, your next duty awaits. While, yes, you were bitten by a spider that gave you powers similar to Spider-Man, you didn't do much fighting. Not to say that you couldn't fend for yourself or fight when necessary. You just used your powers differently. To mend wounds, to steal medicine to aid the hurt in recovery. You also cooked and delivered meals to the less fortunate families in the poorer district.

While not as flashy or as loud about helping rebel against Osborn and his regime as Spider-Man, you did as much as you could behind the scenes. After portioning the large pan of pasta in several smaller pans and bagging them up in duffle bags, you gather the rest of your supplies. Gallons of water and medicine you stole two weeks ago. Slipping into the suit made from your own webbing and putting on your mask, you filled Lady's bowl with food before grabbing the supplies and leaving your apartment.

The cool night air whips your face as you swing through the city, twisting and turning through the air. There was something peaceful about this time of night, of knowing it was only you and the quiet of the city. As you zipped past buildings and rounded corners, your mind drifted off to thoughts of Spider-Man. Of how strange it was that your whole body reacted so voraciously to him. Not once had you ever crossed paths with that man, neither as regular civilian you or fellow Spider you. Well, until today it seems. It unnerved you a little, how much you had craved him at that moment. And it didn't seem like he was all that opposed to the idea either, seeming just as affected as you.

Shaking your head free of those thoughts, you gracefully jumped down and landed in an alleyway, your feet hardly making a sound. The sun was just barely peeking up over the horizon, sky turning a lighter blue. You fixed the bags on your shoulder and walked around the corner, smiling softly when you met eyes with a little boy. He grinned at you happily, excitement shining in his green eyes. The boy runs up to you and you bend down to greet him, arms wide open and letting out a small oof when his body collides into yours.

“Gromit! How's it been, little man?” You say with a giggle as you wipe the dirt from his chubby little cheek. He pouts up at you before sticking his tongue out.

“It's not Gromit! It's Benny!” The boy huffs, making you giggle. He always did hate the little nickname. You playfully ruffle his dark curls, raising an eyebrow as you pull out the lump of play doh out of his hair. At least, you're hoping it's play doh.

“Of course it is. But, I think Gromit suits you. Now, go be a good lad and tell the others I'm here.” You chuckled as he pushed your hand off of his head before running off to wake up the rest of the small community. This cutoff alleyway was home to many of those who lost everything once Osborn took over. To some of the children here, it was all they've ever known. You protected them with your life, hiding them away from the officers and any of Osborn’s regime that dared come close. Several more children came running up to you, ages varying from four on up. You spotted some of the adults walking up to you as well, weariness perched on their shoulders and decorating their faces.

“Morning you all! I've got enough for everybody, okay? No pushing!” You called out to the kids who tried forcing their way closer to you. Reaching in your bags, you handed out small snacks to the children, grinning as they excitedly took the treats and munched on them. As the kids left one by one, you handed the pans of food and bottles of water to the adults. A chorus of “Thank yous” and “bless your heart” were showered upon you as you dished out the supplies. One of the women, an elderly lady named Rosie, walked up to you then. Rosie was basically the unofficial leader of the small community, making sure everyone was properly taken care of and that the children were properly nurtured.

“Thank you for always helping us, dear”, she utters softly while placing a hand on your shoulder. You smile before it slowly falls, unable to not see how sadness shined in her eyes. Hesitant and uneasy, you look at her knowingly.

“It's Mama Kay… Isn't it…?” You grit, voice solemn and low. Rosie nods slowly, her lips twisting into a frown. Wordlessly, she leads you deeper into the alley. You follow behind quietly, a lump forming in your throat as you pass by the numerous melancholic faces of the people. Mama Kay was the elder, a woman who's temperament ran hot. The first time you met her was before you'd gotten your powers three years ago.

You were getting harassed by an officer, his advancements on you unpleasant and unwelcome. He'd followed you all the way into an alley, cornering you and demanding your full attention. Mama Kay had been the one to intervene, hitting him in the face with a sack of potatoes and kicking him right in the balls. She had quite a lot of energy for an old woman, grabbing your hand and running away as fast as possible from the scene. She was the one to teach you how to stick up for yourself, the one to introduce you to her community, the one to cook you a meal so delicious that you'll never get the taste of it off of your tongue for as long as you live. The only one to learn of you gaining powers and truly accepting you with them, telling you to use them for something greater. Mama Kay was a force to be reckoned with and never tolerated any disrespect. A woman who was respected unconditionally.

The woman before you now was frail, more bone than anything. She laid on a makeshift bed of cloth and cardboard, her breathing faint and barely perceptible. Her dark skin pale, almost gray and stretching over her boney features. The sight was enough to make you tear up. Rosie patted your shoulder before leaving you there, letting you be alone with her. With shaky fingers, you pulled down your mask. A rough, gravelly hum left Mama Kay's lips, withered lips curling up into a strained smile.

“There's my girl…”, she croons, trembling hand reaching over to rest on your own. Tears start to blur your vision a bit. “Sorry, love. Looks like cancer is winning this one. The fuckin’ wanker…” Mama Kay wheezes, smile turning into a scowl before she lets out a soft chuckle. You shake your head, a scoff escaping you.

“Can't believe you've got energy to cuss, Mama”, you grumble as you try to reign in your wobbling lip. The elder lets out a wheeze of a laugh before coughing. Her sputtering alarms you but she just shakes her head and squeezes your hand. You grip hers like a lifeline. When she settles back down, you can see the exhaustion in her. It makes her grip loose in yours, makes her eyes droop low and her breathing heavy. Biting at your lip, you frantically blink away the tears that threatened to surface. You could tell she didn’t have that much time left. A month at best. Mama Kay just sighs and weakly squeezes your hand.

“Can't get rid of my personality. Shit, I still got plenty of fight left in me. I ain't leavin’ you just yet, love. Promise you that.” She smiles and pushes at your arm. “Go on, now. You done seen me. Now go before the sun fully comes up. We ain't the only ones needing help, remember?”

A chuckle escapes you at those words. Of course she'd be more concerned with you helping more people right now. You stay there for a bit longer, despite her feeble protests. You talk to her, updating her on your life and your job. After kissing her forehead and handing Rosie some medication for the others, you leave. Your heart still aches for Mama Kay, knowing that she doesn't have long to live. But, you keep your eyes forward, knowing that she'd nag you to death for lamenting over her situation and not focusing on living life to the fullest.

“Oi! Think I just spotted me a fit birdy!”

The loud yell has a cheesy grin appearing on your face, your eyes rolling as you turn to face the Spider jogging up to you. You feel your heart jumping, leaping into your throat at his close proximity when he finally stands before you. That same tugging in your stomach that you've not quite gotten accustomed to yet. You raise an eyebrow up at him, tugging your jacket onto your shoulder.

“You do know that you don't have to keep walking me home every night, right?” You ask him, a teasing lit to your voice. Spider-Man shrugs and places his hands in his pockets, leaning in a little towards you. It makes your heart flutter just a bit.

“Sure. But then how would I get more of your cookin’, hm? Afraid ‘m a growin’ boy, birdy.” The amusement in his voice is clear, making you roll your eyes again. This was the fifth time he's walked you home from work, nevermind it being the eighth time he's ran up to you in general. For some strange reason, he kept coming back to you, almost like he was searching for you everytime. There was a faint notion that it had to do with whatever peculiar attraction you both had for each other, the connection you both felt undeniable. You both ignored it, though. Tried to will away the gnawing urge to touch and bury yourselves into one another.

There was no way you were going to be this consumed about someone whose face you'd never seen, you thought. Hell, he didn't even know your name yet. Perhaps you should tell him. Or, maybe, this might be the last time you meet with him so there would be no point. You let out a small chuckle at the ridiculous thought, already knowing that it was far from the last time you'd ever meet him. Walking with Spider-Man was easy now, comfortable and almost second nature. He listened as you prattled about dodgy clients that would try to run without paying. A particular story of you purposely messing up a non paying customer's tattoo by tattooing the word “dick” in bold text on their arm has the webslinger practically keeling over with laughter, loud guffaws and shaky gasps leaving him.

“How on earth did you manage that”, he asks while wheezing and trying to reign in his laughter.

“The bastard told me he wasn't paying for my ‘shitty job’ while he was in the chair. Then he goes and falls asleep. He was bloody askin’ for it.” You say, a proud smirk on your lips as you remember the man's screech of rage when he woke up. You had also drawn a picture of said word underneath it, furthering his rage. That was a good day, despite how it had started. Spider-Man lets out a few more chuckles before shaking his head.

“You're really somethin’, birdy”, he mutters softly, so low that you almost didn't catch it. Once you make it home, you warm him up some food and watch as he swings away, your heart no longer pounding in your chest like it always seemed to do when he was around. You go back inside and plop down on your couch with a groan, Lady clamoring up on the couch and laying her head on your lap. You give her a scratch behind her ears as you gaze up at the ceiling, thoughts once again drifting to the webslinger. He was always on your mind now, it seemed. No matter what you did, he always found a way to invade your thinking process.

The sudden ringing of the phone jerks you out of your thoughts and you reach over to grab it off of the coffee table. Pressing the phone to your ear, you clear your throat.

“Hello, Y/N speaking.”

“Oh, good! Knew you'd be up.” You roll your eyes at the voice that greets you. With a tired sigh, you prop your feet up on the coffee table.

“Ugh. What do you want, Reni?” You grumble, clearly not in the mood to talk. As much as you loved your best friend of six years, you weren't exactly in the right headspace to deal with anyone at the moment, your mind still drifting towards thoughts of the Spider that made your heart lurch into your throat.

“Don't be rude. Anyways, there's some new cool band playing at The Underworld on Saturday. I'm picking you up at seven. Wear something hot!” Her words have you stuttering to speak and before you can utter a word, she hangs up. You scowl and fling the phone back onto the hook. There was no getting out of this, knowing Reni. She'd hunt you down and tie you up if you so much as turned your nose up at the idea.

You rub at your eyes, trying to will away the throbbing headache beginning to form before looking down at the pit bull in your lap. She gazes back up at you, tilting her head a bit in curiosity. Pouting, you place your forehead against hers and cup her face.

“I don't wanna go out, Lady. I'm too tired. But, it might help get my mind off of him, right? What do you think…?”

Lady softly nudges her nose against yours and lets out a small yip, like she's encouraging you to go out and have fun. Her tail wags happily, smacking against your arm as she further climbs on top of you. Giggling, you move back and pet her gently.

“Perhaps you're right. I deserve a fun night out. And, truthfully, I am curious about this new band.” With a kiss on the top of her head, you stand up to fill Lady's bowl with kibble. A night out is just what you need. Especially if it helps you think of other things besides Spider-Man for once.

[bunnypeew]

Under star-lit skies - Moon/Sun x reader part 1

Okay so I started writing this cuz my obsession for Sun and Moon came back since I keep getting posts and fanart of them so here is the first part of the fanfic you can read it on Ao3 linked in my bio :3c

it was one of those days, one where you and your class had to go to a stupid location outside of town. You weren’t eager about it since you preferred being closed in the confinement of your dorm room, but an outing was necessary even for you. You got up from your bed unwillingly and started getting dressed, some sweatpants a t-shirt and a hoodie on top, was pretty easygoing and comfortable for a day out.

you weren’t sure where you were going until it came into focus, the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaplex for some reason you weren’t going to question it since your school did choose some random places all the time, not caring if it’s educational or not, but you guessed it was because of the way the pizzaplex was built, could be really interesting or maybe how the animatronics worked. You all went into the pizzaplex being greeted by some basic-looking bots holding maps

“Take a map, take a map,,

you take one and look the other way a little creeped out, you hope those poor things weren’t sentient like the bigger ones otherwise this would’ve been fucked up. The tour starts then, going around the entire pizzaplex from Gator golf to Roxy raceway, it was pleasant meeting the big animatronics in charge of entertainment. Roxy, in charge of Roxy Raceway, was a wolf animatronic with long grey hair and a puff of green in the front, while Gator Golf was attended by Monty, an alligator-like animatronic with icon star-shaped sunglasses, he was pretty cool. Then you arrived at the star of the gang Freddy Fazbear himself, he was a nice bear animatronic with a little top hat on his head and an iconic earring on his left ear. He waved at everyone with a happy smile on his face, you waved back catching his attention, noticing you he winked at you also doing finger guns, you smiled and blushed a little bit at that (blushing over an animatronic? Are you okay??)

You then arrived at your last stop, the Superstar Daycare. It was a place full of kids, also full of toys and arts&crafts stuff (of course like the name said it was a daycare) but something caught your eye, the animatronic that was attending the children, it was a jester-like robot with a sun for a head that could spin around when it wanted to

“Hello everyone! I am Sun! the daycare attendant I hope you guys had a lovely tour so far!,,

he says lively his rays on his head spinning around happily, Sun huh? (ironic isn’t it) You were fascinated by him, he was really, pretty? I guess you could call him pretty.

When you got back to your dorm you picked up your laptop right away and started doing research on Fazbear Entertainment, finding a lot of weird stuff about some lawsuits and shit like that, you didn’t care you went on to look if the pizzaplex out of town was looking for a job, you really needed one and that was a big place so maybe they did need some human personal, you were also hoping you’d get to work near or in the daycare, you wanted to know more about Sun. Thinking about that you looked up the Superstar Daycare for some more information and found yet another lawsuit about the daycare this time, you read through it.

“my son was traumatised by your stupid daycare attendant and can’t sleep with the lights off anymore, whatever that thing did to him. You should decommission it right away it is not safe for children,,

you scrunch up your nose at that, because there is no way this person was talking about Sun seemed like a nice guy! So you did more research finding out the animatronic they were talking about was not Sun, but an animatronic called Moon, he was the nap time attendant and apparently, they were two separate animatronics, which intrigued you even more.

Doing even more research you find out they were actually looking to hire someone, it didn't say in which position but you weren't one to complain about stuff like that so you wrote an email and sent it, you weren't expecting a reply right away so you decided to go to bed.

It was dark, and something was bothering you but you couldn't put your finger on it, you found yourself in a jungle gym of some sort crumbled up like a pretzel, you started moving in front of you or what you thought was in front of you, while moving you could hear some sort of music, like a soft melody getting closer and closer until it stopped, you stopped as well, looking around now trying to understand where you were.

clang.

clang.

clang.

BOOM.

You wake up in your bed full of sweat and your heart beating super fast, you get your phone from your nightstand only to see it is 2 am, you definitely can't sleep after this weird ass nightmare you just add so you decide to start scrolling through social media. Before you get the chance to do that tho you get a notification from your emails, saying that Fazbear Entertainment sent a reply to your email, accepting your application!

You get up to do a little victory dance happy for it to begin.

tomorrow is another day.

this is how they will look in the fanfic since they are separate animatronics here the one in the middle is my persona ignore them I insert myself in every fandom I go in lol!!

[zorda-27]

Embrace

Summary:

A reader returned from work angry and tried to calm down in a rather destructive way. (All characters are adults)

(This work is also posted on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58076185 ) Hi, welcome to my first TMNT fanfic! I am a huge Leonardo stan, I love him in every adaptation ^^ Bayverse turtles are probably my favorite ones, like, they are so cute and ugly and their personalities are so good, even our edge lord Leonardo is so perfect for me!!!! But! My mood is kinda bad so I decided to write something more angsty? It's just an angry reader ;3 Hope yall like it!!! (I borrowed the nickname Tiny from Desceros https://archiveofourown.org/users/desceros/pseuds/desceros , you must check their works! Also they are on tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/desceros ) -----------------------------------------------------

- Motherfucker! - an angry, female voice called from the door, their backpack fleeing to the corner, as they stomped to the center. - Fucking piece of shit, I hope his family is cursed - they gritted, passing by the couch and entered the kitchen.

- Nice to see you too Tiny - said Raphael, currently sipping on his protein shake.

- Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I'm so done, I had enough of this hell hole. Why do I need to work? Can’t I just… ugh - they threw their fists in the air, trying to transfer their anger somewhere. It was too much for them. Work makes them super irritated, even if they like it. Mostly it was customers that tried to ruin Y/n mood, but today it was the customer-coworkers combo. All of them were so fucking stupid today it was probably illegal.

- Well, we already told you, If you don’t want to work to take care of your mental health, you can live with us - said Donnie, making himself a coffee. Y/n loved the smell of freshly brewed, perfectly burned beans, but today was different.

- I like working as a barista I just fucking hate people! - they yell, remembering all of the things that made them angry.

- We know, Tiny, you are fucking with our brother - Raph’s words should make them laugh, but instead, Y/n’s body started to slightly shake, their fingers spread in clawed motion, only to turn them into fists a second later.

- Should’ve fucked with you only to slice your dick off - they almost roared and ignored the need for something to eat, turning on their heel and walking off. They need to calm down, or they’ll do something actually stupid. Like challenging the god himself, or running into the wall. Both ideas were good at this moment, but there was something else. As Y/n couldn’t properly calm down, their sick mind turned into a more auto-destructive side. There were enough sharp weapons in the lair to ‘accidentally’ hurt themself. Stupid or not, they needed to blow the steam from their head off.

The dojo was surprisingly empty, with no training Leo or meditating Splinter. They probably drink some tea in the Sensei’s room. Y/n was the one to buy some new floral mix, hoping the two tea lovers would like it. Even If they didn’t, the dojo was empty and Y/n was so grateful for it, they almost decided to stop their stupid plan. Because what if someone notices? Or worse, someone will get worried? Hurting themselves was too stupid, even for them. But there was another way. Y/n closed the door to the dojo and walked into the gym section, with punch bags, weights, and this type of shit. They were too angry to register anything at this moment. The white fury behind their eyes as they walked to the bag, looking at it, dulls everything around them.

Leo cleaned the teapot and the cups after his afternoon tea with Splinter. The new tea was indeed very good, his father wanted to thank their human friend, but Y/n was nowhere to be found.

- If you are lookin for ya girl, they probably fight the god now - said Raph, all innocently, still drinking his shake. Leonardo looked at him, his brows furrowed a little and he looked at Donnie, waiting for the explanation.

- Y/n came back very angry, I think they headed to the dojo - said the purple one, cleaning his eyeglasses.

- Did they say anything? - asked the leader, already worried about his partner.

- Yea, something about snapping my dick off - chuckled Raphael, immediately meeting the angry gaze of his brother. - Well that’s true, go and ask’em - he said, raising his hands in defeat. Leo sighed deeply, turning his head in annoyance. Without a word, Fearless went to the dojo, respectfully knocking on the doors first, but there was no answer. Slowly, he entered the room, looking around. The sliding entrance to the gym section was closed, as probably someone was working out right there. The blue turtle knocked on the wooden surface, but again, there was no answer, so he slid them open.

Leo wasn’t entirely ready for the view that greeted him. Yes, Y/n was training with them from time to time, but not too hard, as their body was much softer than his. Whatever was going on in Y/n’s head was enough to numb the pain of the bleeding knuckles. The blood was dripping from their fists and from the punching bag, that they were trying to hit harder with every move. They didn’t even realize someone was watching them, tears streaming down their face, the huffs and puffs from their chest indicating how tired they were, and the iron smell was sealing them in their own little world.

- Y/n? - Leo’s voice was soft, calm, trying to ground his partner back, to patch their wounds and ask what was wrong, but it wasn’t enough. He repeated their name, touching their arm slowly. Immediately Y/n jumped back, startled by the touch and the presence of someone else. Their butt collided with the hard floor and they turned away, to hide their embarrassment, anger, and frustration.

- Go away - they said, as they realized what was going on. They raise their hand to wipe the sweat off of their forehead, realizing what happened to them.

- What happened? - asked Leo, standing still, trying not to grab his partner and run to the med bay.

- Nothing, fuck off - they answered, but the tears were still there. The leader spotted the bad condition Y/n was in. They were still having their go-to-work hairstyle, their work uniform sticking out from the hoodie and bags under their eyes. So they just came back from work. Something must’ve happened in there, something that made them fall into the spiral of anger, self-doubt, and self-destruction.

- I will if you let me patch you up - he said, pointing at the Y/n’s hands covered in blood.

- Fine - they huff out, still looking away. They stood up, adjusting their hoodie in a grimace, the pain was now present and very, very bad. It stings as hell, their arm hurt to the elbow like they were smashing the bag with their bones. Well, it wasn’t probably far from true. Leo waited until Y/n headed out first and followed them. He sends a text to his brothers to not freak out about the blood in the gym. Obviously, when the leader and his partner were crossing through the main area, there were curious looks from the kitchen.

- What happened to Tiny? - asked Mikey, sniffing the blood.

- Later - Leo answered, hoping it wouldn’t scare Y/n off, as they were still hesitant to the idea of calming down. They even stopped by the entrance of the med bay, but Leo lightly pushed them in. The human was seated at the chair by the counter, where all the medical supplies were. Leo first washed his hands and began to take care of his partner. As he was working on cleaning the wound, Y/n’s face was adored with new tears.

- Hurts - they whimper, but they sit, now scared of being reprimanded. - I- I don’t know why I was punching so hard. I was so angry, this day- this day was so fucking bad, everyone was getting on my nerves, one of the coffee machines broke and some fucking kid run into me, behind the fucking bar. I’m so done, I don’t want to work anymore but I can’t be some fucking unemployed piece of useless shit. I’m already useless - the last part was silent, even for Leo. He let them speak, as he knew how much decompression his love needed. Only when he wrapped Y/n’s hands in clean bondage, he took them in his arms, sitting on the floor.

- Shh, I'm here with you. I know it's hard sometimes, but you will get through this - he said, ignoring the part where Y/n was doubting themselves. If Leo would touch this subject, they would only disagree and argue.

- I'm so tired, the work, the fear of the foot clan attacking you, all the duties and responsibilities, the taxes to pay. It's just. Too much. - they said, their voice finally calming down as they let them sink into Leo's embrace.

- You're managing all of this and you are not alone, baby. I'm here for you - he kissed their temple, tucking their messed hair away.

- I feel like I disappointed you, being so weak, unable to take care of myself - Y/n sniffed, but they slowly came back to the world, grounding themselves back into reality, to their partner.

- You're not, I'm even glad for having you, even in this state, as I can help you, listen to you, and make you feel protected and loved - he said, smiling warmly, carefully taking Y/n hand and kissing their fingers.

- I'm sorry - they sobbed, hiding their face in Leonardo's chest, letting themselves feel like a wounded child.

-It's okay - he said, hugging them tightly. They sat like that for almost an hour when the Leader decided to take Y/n to their shared room. Passing by the living area, worried looks were pointed at the lovers, Raph even stood up.

-The fuck happened there? - he asked, seeing Y/n's hands covered in bandages.

-Later Raphael, let them rest - said Leo and disappeared into the area. He placed his little human on the bed and turned around to take off his gear, to snuggle a couple of moments later with them on the bed. He kissed their temple, hugging them tightly.

-Take a few days off, Donnie can place you on sick leave - he said, adjusting the duvet around Y/n.

-Mhm - they muttered, eyes closed, hand curled on Leo's chest, letting be surrounded by a loving embrace of his love. Maybe one day everything will be alright and they will feel good with themselves, but in this moment they sink into Leonardo's arms, which makes them feel loved and protected from the evil of the world.

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Hope yall like it, I know it's not much, but I really tried to slip into tmnt fandom with my writing and my love for our god and savior edge lord Leonardo :'3 Please, leave a comment, let me know if you liked it!! Have a nice day/night!!

[nostalgicish]

My favorite tropes in klance fanfics that are never not funny (to me):

"Fighting" over little things

Lance: "I cannot believe you just said that......" Keith: "What?? I stand by what I said. Anchovies are objectively bad and are by far the worst pizza topping." Lance: "What! A pizza without anchovies is like— like a rose without petals! an ocean without waves! a night sky without stars! Keith: "Don't care. They're gross." Lance, theatrically: "You wound me!"

Then bringing the others into it

Lance: "Hunk, are you hearing this nonsense??" Hunk: "Nope, sorry bud, I'm with Keith on this one— anchovies are nasty." Lance: *clutches his chest like he's been fucking shot*

Keith getting confused by Lance's bad flirting but it ends up working on him anyways (i.e. wrong formula right answer)

Lance: "Holy shit, dude. Your hand looks super heavy. Do you want me to hold it for you? Keith, confused: "It's uh... I was— my hand? I— uhh...... yes...?"

Keith pretending he hates pet names/PDA

Lance, planting a wet kiss on Keith's cheek: "Anything for you, baby." Keith, trying really hard not to smile: "Oh my god you're so embarrassing."

Casual sibling-energy banter among the team

Lance: "Pidge is sooooo tiny. She's like. Three feet tall! So cute!" Pidge: "Lance, I swear to God. I will beat your ass." Lance: "Bring it, munchkin. We put out the mousetraps." Hunk: "Oohhh!" *high fives Lance* Pidge: "I am going to bash in your kneecaps." Keith, deadpan: "He'll just stand on the table then." Hunk: "OOHHHH" *high fives Keith* Pidge: *deep inhale* Pidge, eerily calm: "I'm gonna give you guys. a five-second head start... One..." Keith: "Uh... a head start for what?" Pidge: "Two..." Lance: "Wait, like five seconds each or...?" Pidge, gritting: "THREE..." Hunk: "Go go go gogogogogo—"

(unabashedly stole part of that from "Shut Up and Dance With Me" by wittyy_name on ao3)

Everyone knows they're in love EXCEPT them/the team placing bets on them (is it overdone? yes. is it still funny? to me?? also yes.)

Keith: "And uh... guys? There's... one more thing we need to tell you—" Lance, blurting: "WE'RE DATING." Everyone: "..." Pidge: "Fucking finally." Hunk: "Hah! Pay up, guys!" Shiro, pulling a $20 out of his wallet: "Seriously? You guys couldn't wait one more week?" Coran, whispering to Allura: "They weren't courting before??" Allura: "I'm just as confused as you are."

And like. a million other things! i love them!!

[fabbyf1]

Hi!

I’m not sure of this is how to go about this correctly.

I’m not sure what your position is on others drawing inspiration/directly from your incredible fan fiction writing but, on Ao3 there is a fic called ❤️lestappen- One shorts💙 by lestapeeen. The most recent chapter (14) is very similar to the monza chapter of long live(twwct) specifically the piggy back and proposal promise. some of the dialogue is exactly the same.

I figured you should know. If it’s a cool with you or if you knew already, sorry to be a bother.

DISCLAIMER: This post, by no means, is asking for ANYBODY to send this author mentioned (and tagged) below hate. On anon or main. I have been pretty damn clear with my feelings on the matter below. They know what they've done, and I won't stand for it. Nobody needs to make this worse by sending them death threats. With that out of the way, let's deep dive, shall we?

YOU KNOW WHAT?

First off, god bless you, bestie. God BLESS you. I want to smooch you on your incredibly wonderful forehead. Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. I cannot be everywhere at once and cannot possibly read every fanfic posted to AO3, but it's not fucking cool for people to straight-up plagiarize my shit.

Secondly, I'd like to ask that if ANY of my followers come across something that looks very suspiciously similar to my fics, please let me know. You can for sure send it on anon, or send me a dm.

Now, with that being said, I clicked on this fucking fic not knowing what to think. I went into it with a pretty open mind, knowing that there are quite a few authors currently posting fics that are verrrrrrrrrrry similar to my writing style. I've gotten pretty close to calling a few of these authors out but haven't for a few reasons.

Fanfics based on the same ship, in the same canon setting, are always going to be... let's use the word "similar" here. The plot can only change so much when you're following canon events, you know? I don’t write AUs, so I’m only going off canon-inspired fics. My fics generally follow along with canon timelines and therefore, other author’s fics that follow the same timeline are going to be... similar. I get that and accept that.

Characterizations are bound to be... well, fuck it, let's use that word "similar" again. I'm gonna be pretty forgiving when someone's Max is damn near the same as my Max because one: I'm a good and forgiving person, and two: I think my characters (while totally fucking fictional) are very life-like to the real person. So, with that in mind, when I read a fic with characterizations similar to mine... I will usually give somebody grace... and accept that maybe, just possibly, they see Max Verstappen (the person) the same way I do (fictionally) and it’s a big old coincidence that our fics read so similar. You know? Does that make sense?

But with all that being said, I’m not a fucking idiot. 

And honestly? I give more grace than I should on this goddamn website. (lmfao, respectfully.) This is sadly not the first time that somebody has very much written in my likeness, and I know it won't be the last. But this is definitely the boldest version of plagiarism I've seen. I haven’t clicked on any chapter except for 14, and I heavily skimmed the first part, but let’s take a little deep dive into some of the highlights. Because I will show the receipts, bestie.

from their story:

from long live:

..... right, let's move on.

from their story:

from long live:

okay................. sure

from their story:

from long live:

If you're going to plagiarize my shit... you could at least put it in a different font, so to speak. "Hey, can I copy your homework?” “Sure, but change it up a bit.” 

Girlie pop, you stopped even trying to change it the fuck up. 

Let me be clear: I do not authorize anybody to translate, re-post or distribute my work without my written consent. This is in a disclaimer (that I will post below) in every single one of my fics. Taking MY dialogue is NOT okay. 

Direct quote from the beginning note of Long Live:  DISCLAIMER #4: This is 100% fictional, and I do not own any person, team, or sponsor referenced in this story. I mean no offense to any person(s) mentioned and characterized in this story. I am not affiliated with any part of Formula 1 or its subsections. Please do not translate, re-post, or distribute my work without my written consent. I will cry.

To sum up, writing is not easy, and it takes time and effort. Time away from my friends, my girlfriend, my family. Time away from my job and my other hobbies. Long Live is 76 thousand words and took me countless hours to write.

To have somebody so blatantly and disrespectfully post MY SHIT as their own and not even try to give me credit? To not write a note that said, “Heyyyyy go read long live, which I [clearly] really enjoyed!” or even a “Some of this dialogue was inspired by @fabbyf1” or even just a “lmfao some of this i didn’t write but the rest i did” really pisses me off.

Why did it ever have to come to this?

I am SO disappointed right now.

Happy fucking Friday, I guess.

For full transparency, here is the link to their fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55255699 and here is the link to their tumblr: @l-estappen

Here is the link to MY fic, which was posted on April 2nd, 2023, and written in Google Docs with revision history about a month before that. I have receipts out the fucking ass, my dear. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46190509/chapters/116284915

Be well.

[koukouture]

Kou's AO3 ffxiv fic rec list

I am so insane and I literally have only been reading FFXIV fanfics for like the past four or so months so here r some of my favorites

I will split it up into three categories: reader inserts, WoL OCs, and then yk fics with only the characters.

WARNING: I read lots of unsavory shit so please heed the tags in the links as I will not be going over those in this list.

*length of fics will be rounded to nearest thousand

Reader insert's

The Rise of Emperor Solus zos Galvus by amandaterasu

(Emet Selch x reader) Length: 25k Status: Complete (one shot) Review: You don't understand I think about this fic at least once a day oh my fucking LORD. 25k words just GONE in an instant I read this in like under an hour. Actually gigging and kicking my feet this shit bro liiiiiike the way this author writes Emet Selch... ouuuuughhh. I love it when a man is just so insane for his woman that he finds her in another life and immediately starts courting her. Honestly, this shit is just so good it reads almost like a historical drama in the best ways possible. Yeah it's romance (and smut) but it's also politics (kinda) and idk about you but those are my two favorite things. I now need a full length novel about Emet Selch's rise to emperor of Garlemald but yk what this shit is just as good. Bonus points for this author for introducing me to fanfic reading extensions to replace certain terms I will be using this from now on.

Tremble, Duck, & Weave by OwlEspresso

(Estinien, Aymeric, Haurchefant, Urianger x reader) Length: 31k Status: Incomplete Review: This inspired my current big project, Hellbound and yeah idk something about Ishgardian politics man. I'm gonna warn you right now a lot of these reader insert recs WILL be yandere/yandere-adjacent with a lot of unhealthy themes, general debauchery, and doves ranging from beaten to dead so uh... yeah. That aside, this is just a really fun time. Seeing everyone interact with the reader insert and all the different ways they show (or think about) their twisted affections... hnnnng it makes me a little insane okay. Also, shout out to pervert Haurchefant you will always be near and dear to my heart. We were ROBBED in the English translation

Captivate by samsaur

(Aymeric and Estinien x reader) Length: 41k Status: Incomplete Review: Remember what I said about doves ranging from being beaten up to dead? Well, the dove is definitely dead here, but it's rlly juicy because this shit really does feel like a horror story. I am not qualified to speak on it, but I think this is a great portrayal of Stockholm syndrome and the way it's written really puts you into the shoes of the reader insert and you kind of feel that hot and silent shame of being held captive like this. Also, one of my favorite niches of FFXIV fanfics is apparently villain Aymeric. Idk why but he is so good as a villain probably because he had every single reason to turn out one, and he would be a far more terrifying villain than Thordan. If Aymeric wasn't our ally during Heavensward, he would undoubtedly be a huge threat to us and this fic kinda takes that and dangles it over your head. Because, yes, Aymeric is holding the reader captive but he is also helping Alphinaud and Tataru out. It's this balancing act where we know Aymeric is capable of really fucked up things but he is still playing at the perfect image of our noble ally. You find yourself yelling at everyone else not to trust him because you, the reader and his captive, know that he is a piece of shit in this AU and I think it's glorious. Uhhh Estinien is there too ig. It's no fault on the author's part but I just don't really vibe with Estinien as a love interest. Though, his dynamic with Aymeric and the reader is extremely interesting to me. I can't say too much without spoiling all the fun, but I think in a way Aymeric has him trapped under this thumb too.

I'd Ask For Your Soul, But It's Already Mine by Dotharl

(Zenos x reader) Length: 29k Status: Incomplete Review: Guys it's fucking Zenos PLEASE read the tags on this one. Anyways I love my porn kjakjfjkjakhshjfjhk. Okay but genuinely I always say this, but Zenos is surprisingly genuine as a love interest because he doesn't put WoL up on a pedestal and just loves them for all of their worst bits and THAT is the appeal of enemies to lovers. This fic plays with that, especially with the reader insert being a Dark Knight WoL where Fray talks some sense into them and helps them recognize their self worth. I won't lie to you, this fic starts out with VERY fucked up Yandere fuckboy Zenos energy with all of the dubcon included, but I kinda don't care + it's just genuinely well written at times. The dynamic between WoL and Zenos is very nice here, bc yeah it starts out... like that and then it evolves into mutual respect when the reader realizes that Zenos would treat them well and not yk use them as a weapon. Albeit, it does go kind of quick but eh, it's like 4 chapters so I can't fault the author THAT much. Besides, not to diminish the fic, but it IS pretty clearly just kind of a pornfest and that is A-Okay with me! This shit was also last updated in like 2022 so I'm pretty sure it's abandoned.

Not a Champion, Just a Knight by Kei_Cordelle

(Haurchefant x reader)

Length: 23k Status: Incomplete Review: This one is in kind of a weird position because this is an AU where WoL dies at the Vault instead of Haurchefant, so there isn't exactly any HaurcheWoL action to speak of. But, WoL definitely haunts the characters' actions. Bro, when I tell you, the worst part of this fic is actually Alphinaud being very NOT OKAY bc WoL is dead. He is just a baby what the fuck do you mean he watched his friend, confidant, and hero die in front of him???? Yeah sorry I love Alphinaud a normal amount. (that is my SON) Anyways, this is written in first person which is weirdly a turn off for some people? I don't get the hate tbh, because first person just opens up so many fun opportunities! You can break the fourth wall much easier and directly address the reader, and you can also have the vibe that this is a retrospective of what the character saw. The later is definitely the vibe this fic gives. It's like, if the Heavensward memoir was written from Haurche's perspective in this AU. To me, I like to think that this fic is Haurchefant telling the tale of his greatest love and regret in writing. I feel like the action scenes could use some work but they're not terrible. It's just that they're literally one to one recounting of the Heavensward trials and it's just not the best. I think there's also the issue of the cast becoming slightly bloated so it is a bit rough to account for everyone's actions during fight sequences. I really do love this fic though because I think it's really interesting to see how everyone is unraveling. Obviously, we as the WoL take on a lot of things that are almost impossible for everyone else so to see them take on the monumental burden of the hero is very interesting. How would our companions react to certain things? Since during most trials in canon we take it on alone, how does everyone else fit in? Are they all doing the mechanics correctly? All in all, solid fic and I am holding out hope for that fated final fifth chapter since the last time it was updated was back in January and it was started back in 2022 so one day I hope that this will be complete and I get to see the final mental breakdown as the squad completes Heavensward with the legacy of WoL looming over them ✨

WoL OC Inserts

Coerthan Traitor by Cascanora (@cascanora here on Tumblr)

(Zenos x OC, a bit of typical Emet Selch and Azem reincarnation messiness) Length: 190k (GOD DAMN-) Status: Ongoing Review: The author of this fic is highkey like a celebrity to me bc I gobble up their art like it's fucking Christmas morning. Imagine being God's favorite and being blessed with the ability to draw AND WRITE??? Fucking insanity bro. Also, their OC, Crow is fine as hell like one chance ma'am pleeeeeeaaaaaseeee goddddddd- Anyways onto the actual fic, I am admittedly only on the first arc which is kind of like the childhood arc ig. But I really love it so far because I've just never seen anyone really write Zenos being kind of young and vulnerable and playful? That's a lie, I think I've read like one Zenos fluff that I'll have to dig through my AO3 history to find again (bc you'd best believe none of my bookmarks are fluffly...) so I just really like the change of pace. Zenos is obviously always put in more enemies to lovers type scenarios so I kinda like this different angle because yeah maybe he was something resembling normal at one point. Obviously he's very fucked up for a reason, but he was a kid too. He didn't always go off about biting jugulars and drinking blood or something, he got fucked up. I am so far absolutely living for a lot of the political stuff bc as I've said before, romance with a side of politics (or vice versa) is my cup of tea and nobody pulls this shit off better than fanfic authors. I'm really interested to see where the political stuff goes but it's like 2am (sheesh) as I'm writing this so I will have to delve further into this fic later. Anyways can I take a moment to talk about Crow and Zenos? Because they're so fucking cute I love themmmmm. I feel like I'm coming at this as someone who has seen a lot of Cascanora's art so I see when Crow and Zenos' relationship develop into when they're adults, so seeing the early stages of it is really cool to me. I don't quite know how to explain it? But anyways I am raving about this fic bc I think it just builds them both up so well and again, I don't see Zenos written to be playful and yk act his age the way he does around Crow. They just work together so well and while at the point of the story I'm at they're definitely just friends, I think that's the beautiful thing about friends to lovers. Regardless if it's romantic or platonic love, Zenos and Crow are a package deal. Also, Emet Selch/Solus in this fic is perfect. I LOVE my geriatric old man telling stories about his past. I would go off about how I am very captivated by the whole Galvus family dynamic but I will save that for the other fics bc this review section is already super fucking long and you had BEST BELIEVE I'm scouring the internet for Galvus family fics. I lied I will talk about this a little more because this strikes an odd chord with me as someone who wrote a lot of my own longform OC x Canon growing up. I kinda shamed myself off doing that kinda stuff as I got older, but diving into FFXIV where everyone becomes fucking Shakespear with their WoLs has made me let go of my fears of being a cringefailure and embrace the OC x Canon. To see really well written and thought out OC insert stuff is very comforting to me bc I often worry abt my own OCs being shitty and not really fitting in but fics like this assure me that hey, maybe I can make cool shit and that really is the most beautiful part of fanfiction and fandom in general. Fandom is this incredible loop of finding amazing shit and thinking "wow, I wanna do that too" and it's just really rewarding.

Save the Last Dance For Me by lalahganaja

(Alphinaud x WoL OC) Length: 11k Status: Complete (yatta!!!!) Review: ALPHINAUD MY BEAUTIFUL SONNNNN AAAAAAAARRRGGHHHSJGFKJGSGKHJHJF. This fic is so delightful bc it feels like I'm cheering on my children to kiss. A'tahja is so fucking precious and her and Alphinaud just bounce off each other so well. This fic also has the other Scions making an appearance and I fucking love it so much. Found family will never NOT make me absolutely batshit insane. Like yes, Y'shtola mamma cat <3 anyways *chews on Alphinaud and A'tahja* This is just so insanely fluffy and it made me slam my desk every few minutes bc cute teenage love story!!!! How can I not!!!! Alphinaud just acts like an adult a lot of the time and gets put in a lot of adult situations, but in this fic he just gets to be a little guy. A'tahja too, obviously as the WoL she's often off doing insane shit that no teenager should ever have to do and bearing burdens that are too much for a little skrunkly such as herself. But here they just get to be silly little kiddies who are very down bad for each other and it's adorable. I think another thing I really liked was A'tahja getting more in touch with her femininity? Idk how to put. But basically she had really short hair for most of her life bc she pretended to be a boy while in poverty, so to see her be A) pampered and B) learn to take care of herself and be more girly was super cute to see. Also, I am just always really surprised whenever I remember that Alphinaud can drink lmao. Like no, you are a baby (I was the same age as Alphinaud when I started playing this game) put the beer down and go sip on a capri sun or smth. God. Kids these days...

Canon character fics (?)

and i'm your clone, your strange creation by egg(strwpup)

(Fortemps familial angst from Artoirel's pov) Length: 6k Status: Complete (oneshot) Listen to me, I love this fic beyond words, but for the sake of my mental health I will NEVER read this shit again. My daddy issues go fucking DEEP like this is utter insanity. Don't get me wrong it is beautifully written and I love complicated family dynamics- but by god this fucked me up so bad. See, I like to personally believe that Edmont was a good, albeit flawed father but his sons know that he loves them and they love him in turn. But I know deep down in my heart of hearts that it is so much more complicated than that because you know, we can't have nice things here at Square Enix. It just personally fucks me up because I too, like Artoirel in this fic, am a momma's boy at heart and I... kinda hate my dad lmao. Basically, I kin Artoirel in this fic. Oldest child who has it out for my father + hates that I'm kinda like him. He loves his mother but holds contempt for his father, perhaps unfairly but can you blame him? (yeah I'm not only describing Artoirel here...) Edmont is a less than stellar father in this fic but you can tell he loves his kids and aaaaaaaaa I'm tearing up again. The complicated family dynamics + the drama of what happened in Heavensward is just so fucking delicious bro. 10/10 this fic destroyed me in every sense of the word and I do not want to go through that emotional reckoning again. However, I will be writing Edmont as a shitty dad in my fics now. Sorry but I am always just so insane for that sweet sweet eldest child and father dynamic because it's always so disastrous. Having parents is just so strange.

mon corps, le mien; mon coeur, le tien by steelthighsvoideyes

(Aymeric x Haurchefant x Estinien with a side of angst + Haurchefant survives the Vault AU) Length: 43k Status: Incomplete Review: I also started tearing up while writing this review because Haurchefant just does that to me okay? I feel like with a lot of Ishgard trio ship fics Haurche is always kind of left out? Or, he feels a bit tacked on to the Estimeric dynamic. That, or he's just sitting there with unrequited love bc clearly this man has not suffered enough. With this fic however, it definitely feels a lot more balanced. Like yeah a majority of the fic is just Haurchefant and Estinien bonding in the hospital, but Aymeric still feels present because of their shared past and how it's constantly being brought up. (in a good way) All three of them get the spotlight so you don't really lean towards one pairing. Romance aside, I really like the Ishgard trio's established dynamic in this fic because they're just guys being dudes. Besties who were in the military together. Like, Aymeric balances the trio out, Haurchefant is the sort of boisterous youngest member and Estinien is gruff and sarcastic and the banter between the three of them just flows so naturally. It's an actual friendship dynamic that serves as a solid foundation for what will hopefully be a romantic dynamic later on. Once again, friends to lovers is so good for this reason because the foundation is already there. You appreciate them as a person and you are aware of their flaws from the get-go, so when it turns romantic you skip a lot of the awkward exploration phase and can just be comfortable with each other. Anyways as for the crying part- the Fortemps familial drama follows Haurche throughout this fic and it does make me a little, tiny bit crazy. Not gonna spoil it, but the way Haurchefant feels about his family in this fic is just so real and visceral because of course it's super complicated. Once again, I like Edmont being a good dad, but realistically, it's shades of gray. Another thing about Haurchefant that not only this fic does but a lot of other people also head canon, is that his selflessness and willing to give can be self destructive at times. Once again, not gonna spoil, but it's just super heartbreaking to read Haurchefant be almost hypocritical, telling his friends to take care of themselves only for him to almost completely disregard himself. That's kind of what he does at the Vault in the first place, like that man died knowing that he did the right thing and protected his friend and oh god I'm gonna cry again I should stop talking... (I am not even kidding when I say that I will eventually write a Haurchefant character essay...)

Unicorn's Favor by Neyasochi

(Aymeric x Haurchefant x Estinien, yet another Haurche survives the Vault AU) Length: 34k Status: Complete Review: So, this is one of those fics where I feel Haurchefant is kinda just taped onto the Estimeric dynamic, and that's fine, it's whatever, I'm here for the porn and the banter. The premise of this fic is that Haurche helps get Estinien and Aymeric together and then smutty gay things happen. And that's all well and good BUT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE FORTEMPS BROTHERS IN THIS FIC!!! *holds them gentle* For me, the best part of this fic was Haurchefant's relationship with his family which for a change, is NOT super angsty and complicated. It's all very heartwarming to see how in this fic the brothers get along very well (contrary to canon where unfortunately we know they were never very close) and to see Haurchefant really appreciate that he's still alive and gets to be around the people he loves more. It's just super cute and fluffy and now I just need fics like this in general. Yeah whatever it's not canon that the Fortemps bros actually like each other this much BUT IDC!!!! YOU NEVER SEPERATE TRIOS!!!! Speaking of trios, the Ishgard trio dynamic in this is yk it's fine it's whatever. In this particular fic, I find it quite cute that Haurche had a crush on Aymeric as a kid, so even if they aren't all buddy buddy in this fic there's still that lingering admiration and it's cute. I also completely swear by pansexual Haurchefant bc that man does NOT discriminate. Okay enough abt the French I will talk about the Italians (Romans) now.

Far colder on the earth than in the heavens by Altimas_Bane

(Galvus family things) Length: 7k Status: Complete Review: I told you I love my familial angst. No, I'm NOT okay. It DOES make me absolutely rabid that Emet Selch as Solus couldn't help but have some hope for the sundered because of Lucius because can you fucking imagine that??? Your son who gave you a little bit of hope for the broken, shattered people who replaced your brethren dies and that is the nail in the coffin. That is what makes you fully believe that they are unworthy. It was briefly mentioned in the short story "Through his Eyes", but Emet Selch had a little bit of hope for Lucius, and he was probably distraught when his son died. This fic goes over that agonizing feeling of watching someone slowly waste away from sickness. It is slow, it is painful, and it is gut wrenching. Idk man, just read it.

Son, Father, Emperor by January Blue

(Varis reflecting on his life and especially his relationship with Zenos)

Length: 12k Status: Complete Review: Heyyyyyy do you bitches remember when I said that Varis probably loved Zenos when he was younger but eventually held contempt for the monster he created? You all probably thought I was crazy for reading them like this BUT I'M NOT!!!!! Anyways fatherly angst strikes again (I am in shambles and this fic goes onto the list of fics that I will never read again for the sake of my mental health) LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN WELL; Varis and Zenos' relationship isn't so black and white. No I'm not defending Varis- but come on the entire Galvus family is fucking crazy man. Anyways, to quote the comment I left on this fic because I do not want to repeat and retype it myself: "Varis, in a lineage of men that are strong, born into the arena that is politics, is WEAK because he is EMOTIONAL. Solus/Emet Selch calls him emotional in the cutscene he was introduced in (unless I'm hallucinating) and that SENT me because I was forced to rethink all of the information we had been shown of Varis until then. I wrote him off as a shallow villain but I did some digging and Varis is surprisingly the most empathetic in the Galvus household and it SHOWS whenever Solus berated him in cutscenes." Varis had emotions, he had morals he had a line that he would not cross. He has been shown to be merciful (when we parlayed with him in the Ghimlyt Dark) and it's known that he at least cared for his late wife, Zenos' mother. Obviously, he would extend that to his son at one point, right? Perhaps when he was still young and unmarked by the world- right???? See, I really like this fic because it frames Varis' absence from Zenos' life as unintentional, but at the same time, it does not absolve him of the fact that he is a terrible father. I don't want to say too much because I would very much like it if YOU, my dearest reader, took as much emotional damage reading this as I did- but I digress. Varis and Zenos' relationship is not as simple as "Varis hates Zenos" there's obviously some shades of gray here. I personally believed that there's no way Varis hated Zenos because Zenos' mother died in childbirth, and clearly, other people think the same. Listen, you don't just hate your own flesh and blood, at least, not from the very beginning. It's a slow process, and I know it in my heart of hearts that Varis regretted what he let happen to Zenos This fic is just so wonderfully written and I was actually kinda bouncing around my room reading this. Once again, major daddy issues, so maybe that's why I like believing that Varis loved Zenos once upon a time. Something, something, father's love their kids until they grow a mind of their own.

And that's my list! In the future as I make my way through fanfics I have marked for later due to spoilers, I might make another one of these because I think people need to read this shit!!!!

If one of your fics is on here please send me an ask so that I might go back and edit this to tag you!

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With Great Power Comes Love?

Style Fanfic (Stan x Kyle)

AU: Spiderman Stan and Fake Dating

*They are 16-17!!*

*Characters do not belong to me, they belong to Trey Parker and Matt Stone! I own the story!

*Do not publish this story anywhere else without my consent!

This is part 1 of my new fic! I hope you guys enjoy it so far and I can't wait to get chapter 1 out for you all! Any ideas and/or feedback is welcome and will be taken into consideration! I will publish this on ao3 once it is completely finished!

TW! Slurs! TW!

Prologue

Up North of Denver, Colorado, is a town called South Park and there lived a teenage boy named Stan Marsh. He has jet black, messy greasy hair and dark blue almond shaped eyes. Most would say he’s just a basic guy with a classic group of friends: Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman. As well as a typical family of four, including parents Randall and Sharon Marsh and his older sister, Shelly. 

No one would ever suspect that he was the hero that saves their small little town from the crimes that happen. The one they call Spiderman.

Like every other Spiderman in different universes, Stan was bitten by a radioactive spider. He struggled to learn his newly formed powers and adapt them to his everyday life. However, it was made much easier by his super best friend, Kyle Brofloski. 

The pair had been friends since diapers and had been glued to the hip since. Most people would say they are a bit funny… However, they both couldn’t care less about what others thought of them.

Now most Spider-Man's origin stories are all different and unique. Stan’s was definitely unique…

“Ouch! Awe sick dude,” Stan complained with pain. 

He was currently on the ground of a forest (why were they there? Don’t ask) after he ate shit from what Cartman would later call “a pathetic bitch fall.” The boy was pushing his upper body up from the ground when all of a sudden his ass felt like it was getting poked at by hundreds of mosquitos. “Fucking shit, I think a bug just bit my butt dude.”

The other boys all gave a face of disgust and instead of helping the one who fell, they simply started laughing. All except Kyle. “It was probably an ant dude, not a big deal. Now get off the floor, there could be dog shit for all we know.” Kyle walked closer to Stan in case he needed aid.

“No, you don’t get it, it actually fucking hurts dude. I think I might die or something. Can someone check?”

Everyone went completely silent at what Stan just said. It lingered on for at least three more minutes until Cartman practically yelled, “Kyle, you do it, he’s your faggy boyfriend.” Kyle simply rolled his eyes in annoyance and crouched down to where Stan was now rubbing his backside in pain. “I’m sure it’s not bad, I’ll help you get up so we can take you to your place so your mom can check it out.” 

“No! Like I think it was a spider, please check,” Stan pleaded with an obvious pout that would’ve worked if he was still 8, but he wasn’t, he was now reaching the age of 17. 

“Fine, take your pants off.”

Another silence took over the four boys, but instead of minutes going bye, seconds loomed over them. This time it was the blonde of the group to break the silence with a loud and what Kyle would say an obnoxious laugh. Cartman soon joined after spewing something about ‘how fucking gay’ Kyle was. Stan was groaning in frustration and slight pain. “You guys are so annoying Jesus.” He pinched his nose bridge and sighed. 

“No, you two are. It’s sickening hearing you guys make out all the time,” Cartman snorted out amidst his laughter. “ I really don’t want to have to see you guys have sex now, at least get a room.” Kenny nodded in agreement before opening up, “I can’t believe I’m about to witness Stan and Kyle have sex before I turn 18. Like bro that’s crazy-”

“Oh my GOD! TAKE YOUR FUCKING PANTS OFF JESUS.” yelled out an enraged Kyle.

“At least take the poor boy to dinner for Kahl,” Eric mocked, holding onto Kenny during another laughing fit. Stan rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time tonight and stood up and walked behind a tree. He motioned for Kyle to follow him to check out the bite and Kyle rushed over to help. 

“Sorry for yelling man, you know I’m not mad at you right?” Kyle said as he waited for the other boy to finish lowering his pants down enough to where the bite had occurred. “Yeah, I know, now check please because I swear if I die because of a stupid bug, I might as well go to hell.” Kyle shook his head and started checking.

It wasn’t unnatural for the pair to do something like this as they have always changed in front of the other. There’s even been times in sleepovers (they won’t admit they still have sleepovers, but they do) where one, typically Kyle, is taking a shower and talks to the other, typically Stan, while he’s doing his business on the toilet. It’s always been the norm for them to be this comfortable around the other, so Kyle was unfazed by practically looking at his best friend’s ass checks. 

“Well? Anything?” Stan prompted impatiently. Kyle stood up to face his friend and shook his head, “Nah man, it doesn’t seem like anything bit you to leave a mark. Maybe it was just your head fucking with you to think you got bit?”

Stan groaned and put his pants back up while walking back to the other two, and shortly after followed the red-head. “Hey guys, gotta bounce! Marj gets to have people over today!” Kenny expressed excitedly. “See you losers later!” He waved out to the group before running off to the girl’s house. Cartman started complaining about something before he said, “I am not waiting around to see you all making out again, I am out!” With that, he left the boys alone in the woods going off to God knows where. 

Kyle and Stan ended up back at Stan’s place after they were rudely abandoned, according to Stan, by their so-called friends. “No, you don’t get it. It was a masterpiece created by God or something dude.” Stan exclaimed. They were talking about Transformers again even though Kyle had already expressed how uninterested he was. “Like it has everything you could ever want. Bumblebee, robots turning into sweet cars, Megan Fox, and I don’t know if I mentioned but Bumblebee! You cannot not be interested in a cool ass movie like this.”

Kyle rolled his eyes while getting comfortable on Stan’s bed sighing at his friends' antics. “Look, it is a cool movie I won’t lie, but I’m just not into it like you are. Not really my thing to be honest with you.” Stan dramatically gasped at Kyle before getting up and crossing his arms. 

“But- but- Bumblebee!”

“Are you gay for Bumblebee or something?”

“Who wouldn’t be?”

Kyle’s eyebrow arched as he chuckled at his friend. “Dude, that a fucking robot. What weird shit are you on?” Stan groaned playfully and dismissed the red-head with a wave of his hand. “Whatever, I’m going to the restroom, I’ll be back.” Kyle hummed in response and went back onto his phone messaging his mom that he would be staying the night at Stan’s place. 

A couple minutes passed and Stan still hadn’t come out of the restroom, concerning Kyle. He got up and walked to the bathroom where he heard Stan yelp in fear. “Shit shit. How do I get this shit off oh my godddddd.”

Kyle’s face shows concern and he raises his hand to knock on the door, “Dude? Are you okay there?” From the outside, Kyle can hear things being dropped and what sounded like marble breaking. “Stan? What’s going on in there?”

“Um… promise not to be mad?”

“What did you do…?”

“It wasn’t me I swear! I couldn’t get it off of me! It was crazy because like someone had to have put glue on it or something. Also everything feels so much more weird like I feel taller you know? What if I’m dead and you-”

Kyle groaned and opened the restroom door to see Stan frozen still trying to pick up a broken toilet seat and a mess all over the restroom floor. Stan looked like he had been sweating from the activities going on in the restroom and almost as if he was going to start crying. Kyle got on the floor with Stan and started helping him clean the mess so it can go back to how it was before Stan’s parents got back home. 

“How did you even manage to get this stuck to your ass dude?” Kyle looked over to the blue eyed boy. He wasn’t too surprised by this, due to shit going on like this in this damn town all the time. However, it was weirder because as they had gotten older, odd stuff slowly stopped happening to them. “I don’t know if I’m honest, and now that I’m looking at it there doesn’t seem to be any glue on the seat. Ugh this is the worst.”

As Stan reached over to throw the piece of marble in the trash, he found that he couldn’t seem to let go of the piece. He shook his hand in an attempt to shake it away but found it did nothing to help him. The boy started getting scared and waved over to his friend who was putting things back to where they belong. “Dude! This is what I’m talking about. Look!”

Kyle turned and his eyes widened in surprise at the scene before him. He almost had to do a double take before putting whatever was left in his hands down. Kyle went over to where Stan was and got ahold of the marble trying to get it off Stan’s hands. “Let it go! What the hell.”

“I already tried too! I physically cannot let it go, what the hell is wrong with me.” Stan smashed his hand down to the floor and to no avail did it unstuck itself. Kyle watched his friend struggle with the toilet seat and decided to see if there was some kind of glue, he grabbed another small piece and threw it in the trash. This gave Kyle all the information he needed to know.

The red-head got closer to Stan and put his hands on the noirette’s shoulders. Stan looked up at Kyle in confusion stating, “Dude, what are you doing?” Kyle rolled his eyes and stared at Stan before speaking, “Don’t you see what’s going on? You said you got bit by something in the forest right? Now let’s say it was a spider…”

“Oh my god, I’m like Spiderman! Dude, that's awesome!” Stan waved his hands up in excitement and like magic the marble fell out of his hands. The two boys started jumping up in excitement as they shouted out all different kinds of things that only made sense for the two of them. 

“Dude! You’re just like Andrew Garfield!” Kyle spouted calming the other, with newly found powers, boy. Stan shook his head and put his arm around Kyle’s shoulder with a narrator-like voice he said, 

“No. I’m your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.”

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Surrender Your Mind

Part One: The Meeting Part two [x] part three [ x ]

A/N: HI HI! This is set somewhere before Dark Water/Death In Heaven. Canon? What canon? Don’t worry about it, it’s all a ball of time whimy wibbly wobbly stuff anyway. No beta reader we die like men. Sloppy edit will come back to edit properly. This is part one of a new series! I also will be posting this to AO3, baby's first doctor who fanfic. Surrender your mind (Ao3 link)

TW For this chapter: Thought reading/hypnosis, kidnapping,  Missy is a psychopath (but she is our psychopath.) Cursing. Not much else, that I can think of. She calls you poppet (derogatory) once, pet a few times, dear once I think, and is very rude, you know Missy things. 

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You popped into the corner store, and grabbed a drink and some crisps, needing the sweet comfort of junk in this trying time. Armed with your little bag you headed towards your flat, the air pod in your ear blasting music from your favorite band, blaring out the sounds of busy London around you. 

Today had been a shit day. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. The universe had given you a proverbial ‘fuck you’, and now you were one more catching yourself on the door or the wall away from fist-fighting God. You just needed a break, to get home, to calm down. 

It would be fine, you would be fine, you always were. So what if you had a setback today, tomorrow was a brand new day, and as cliché as that was, that's what your mind told itself to get through the bad day that you just had. Though deep down you worried about if the mistakes you made today at work were ultimately going to cost you. Once again you told yourself you hated that job so fuck them if they let you go, you could find another one just as easy. At least you hoped.

As you turned down the familiar street you came face to face with construction, and the sidewalk had been blocked. You stood there trying to decide your next action. Taking a few breaths You decided this was fine, everything was fine, you just had to take two streets over, it was fine. You started your walk the long way, and the heavy scent of flowers and tea hit your senses, you had almost forgotten there had been a nice little tea shop around here, it was a comforting scent, you had thought about checking it out sometime, but you just never got a chance. Maybe you would sometime this week. 

There was a nice little outside seating area, as you walked past there was a couple at the corner table and a woman sitting alone at the gate. Your eyes were drawn to her, it was unexplainable, well no it could be explained by how beautiful she was, her dark reddish brunette hair was pulled up into a perfect updo, her makeup stunning, the black liner cat eye was just sharp enough to kill a man. Her lips looked soft and were painted a beautiful crimson. She smirked and you immediately looked away, your heart racing as you walked past trying not to walk too fast, but trying not to be awkward. There was one odd thing, she looked like a Victorian governess, but it fit her, the deep plum jacket clung to her perfectly, and once again you had to force yourself to walk calmly past where she sat. Her striking blue eyes followed your every move like a cat watching a mouse. The more you tried to look away the stronger your body wanted to look at her, to meet her eyes, it was like you needed to. No that was weird, right? Just be cool.

Your heart did an odd little thing, it fluttered but also pounded like you were in danger, it was akin to the time you drank four energy drinks in a row. Your stomach was in knots, just from this woman looking at you? You managed to keep your cool as you passed the tea shop, trying your hardest not to sneak a look at the woman, whose eyes you could feel on your body still as you turned the corner. You felt your cheeks heat up as you took a moment to compose yourself. Who was she? You had never felt anything like that before, part of you yearned to poke back around the corner to talk to her, and the other part of you told you it was a bad idea. 

You forced yourself to continue walking, and a soft little smile took your lips as you thought about Her. You wondered if she frequented the tea shop, maybe you should start going to the tea shop. No that was weird, stop being weird. This wasn’t like you? Was it? Well yes and no, you had had crushes before, but they had been people you had gotten to know, or knew a little, not some random, beautiful woman at a tea shop. You wondered what she sounded like? You should go back and talk to her. 

‘No, it would be weird now.’ You told yourself. You kept yourself walking home, today had just been so bad and weird, but the good news was you saw a beautiful woman. You got to the end of the street to your home, before you felt something was off, the air changed and you got that odd feeling again, like you were in danger. There was a sudden warmth spreading and everything felt like it was happening so fast. 

The explosion from the building in front of you, flames licked from your building, something had flown from the explosion, you couldn’t focus on it because you felt arms around your waist pulling you back against a petite body, the distinct smell of some perfume that was more expensive than your flat, something sweet, and something you couldn’t explain. 

“Run.” The voice was a deep purr in your ear and long fingers were wrapped around your wrist as she was pulling you with her. You barely got your footing as she pulled you with surprising strength. 

Your mind was flooded, did your building just explode, why the fuck would it do that? What the fuck was that silver thing that flew from the explosion?

“You’re so loud.” The woman said simply, “Shut up.” she said quickly, pulling you with her faster, as she looked around like she was searching for something. 

“I didn’t say–” you tried but the look she gave you caused you to close your mouth, you hadn’t said anything. What was this woman going on about, being so loud?

“Your thoughts poppet.” she said, “I am trying to focus, so if you could just, I don’t know do as your species does and just stop thinking for a few moments,” she said sharply. 

You are left looking at her like she is insane. Thoughts? What did she mean, thoughts? It was your luck the beautiful woman you saw was absolutely bonkers. Before you could react she had moved down an alley, your body being thrown against the wall roughly, her body being pressed against yours tightly, as she hid her face against yours a bit, there was a ‘swoosh’ sound that darted past the alley. 

Your eyes widened a bit, and your breath picked up a bit as her hands held your hips against the wall, keeping you pinned for a few minutes before she pulled away like nothing had happened, she walked to the mouth of the alley looking out of it for a moment. 

“Good, come along.” She said calmly, as she motioned for you to follow her. 

“W-what?” you spoke softly, in disbelief that this woman wanted you to follow her. Your mind was still reeling from the feeling of her body against yours even if it had been so brief, she had been cold, and you could have sworn you had felt two heartbeats when her chest was pressed against yours. 

“Come,” she said, her voice had a sort of hypnotic quality, and your eyes sort of glazed for a moment, as you could hear her voice in your head, telling you to listen. You tried to pull back from it, your mind felt hazy, but her voice repeated the command. ‘Come’ and you nodded softly following after her. 

You were silent as you followed her, her hand wrapping around your wrist again as if you would wander away if she didn’t. “Where are we going?” You asked after a few moments. 

“Shh.” She hushed you quickly as she walked faster, leading you for what felt like forever. 

“No but…” You tried.

“Don’t make me shut you up.” She said, her tone held an edge of annoyance and danger. 

There was a moment where you smirked a bit, usually, you would say ‘Make me’ and usually that would lead to heavy sexual tension and playful banter, but the way she tugged your arm and glared at you told you to be silent. 

“You won’t like it if I make you shut up,” she warned. 

“Stop reading my mind…what do you even mean my thoughts are loud?” You blurted out trying to finally pull your arm away from her, but her nails dug into your wrist keeping it held. 

“How does he do this?” You heard her grumble, before she dragged you up the stairs of a Cathedral, St Paul’s. You tried to protest once more, but she yanked your arm hard and pushed you in before her. “We should be safe here….” she said allowing you a moment to gather yourself. 

You looked around the dark gloomy area, this was NOT St. Paul’s cathedral, there were giant tanks, with skeletons in them, and your body felt colder than before. 

“Oh just ignore them, they aren’t your concern….Yet.” She said walking past you with a sort of self-satisfied chuckle at what appeared to be a joke, “come.” she ordered again and your body followed, she led you through the vast halls, there were so many tanks, you tried to count them as she walked you towards a large door. 

“Ninty one….but don’t worry about that pet, you need to worry about a few other things first..that comes later…and is not for you….mostly,” she said calmly. “You may be collateral damage, but that is a risk I am willing to take.” She grinned with a short nod. 

“The fuck do you mean?” You muttered out.

“That was your flat right, the one that exploded?” she asked leading you through a door and into a large room that held some sort of control panel in the middle. 

“Yes…wh-where are we I’m sorry?” You asked looking around at the interior of where you were, it was sleek, gold, and black. There was a low humming sound that you hadn’t heard outside, and this was certainly too big to be a room. 

“We don’t have time for you to freak out…now listen dear.” she started. “They targeted you but were after me, I wonder why,” she said tapping her finger against her lower lip as she looked at you. 

“Who?” you couldn’t help but ask. 

“The assassins,” she said like it was the simplest thing, and she couldn’t believe you hadn’t figured it out. 

“Assassins blew up my flat? But they were after you? Why the fuck?” You sounded exhausted already. 

“Dunno, I suppose we will find out though….I should use you as bait…catch one, ask some questions.” she mused as she walked around the console, you were reeling still, and she really didn’t explain anything. That would become a constant, but you didn’t know that yet. 

“Why…now listen….no,” you said trying to sound firm, but took a small breath when she looked at you over the console with those eyes, you stammered and tried to regain your thoughts. “Wouldn’t they just kill me from a distance, if they were assassins I am sure they wouldn’t get close enough for you to catch…” You paused. “Who are you… wait,” you said looking at her. 

“Oh, right I suppose…The Mistress,” she said calmly watching your reaction.

“Oh…no…no thanks.” You said shaking your head. “I’m not…into…” you said lightly, trying to step back towards the door you came in.

The woman tilted her head. “You will refer to me as The Mistress.” She said firmly. “Stay,” she ordered, and your body tensed a bit. 

You shifted a bit, what exactly had you gotten yourself into? “Sure.” you voiced and looked down away from her. “Okay, yeah The Mistress…yeah…cool…” You nodded unsure. 

“And as of now, you are my companion.” She smirked a bit, you had a feeling that companion was not as nice as it sounded. 

“Your companion?” You asked softly, but she cut you off.

“I don’t care what your name is, I doubt you will be alive long enough for it to matter. I am just going to keep you until I understand why they attacked you, if their target was me, what is your place in all of this I wonder.” 

Today had been a shit day. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. The universe had given you a proverbial ‘fuck you’, your flat was blown up, assassins were after you, the pretty woman from the tea shop was insane, and now you were pretty sure you were kidnapped, by someone calling themselves ‘The Mistress’. The shitty situation you had thought was bad earlier, had just turned into a different kind of situation, and all you could do was hold on for the ride. 

[anime-owo-kage-san]

Thanks to this fanfic I read called A Little Bean on Ao3, I discovered a Parents!Huskerdust concept I really love.

Kinda dark but wholesome at the same time, so read below the cut at your own risk.

- The idea that Angel (as messed up as it is) gets knocked up by Valentino, but instead of being devastated, he loves the baby, and separates how he feels about Val from the baby.

Infact the baby was the last straw he needed, to lash out on Val. And Val just realized having a baby with Angel made him loose even more control of Angel. He agrees to everything Angel wants and the space he needs, to avoid getting beaten and yelled at.

Bc: I headcannon that Angel’s (Anthony’s) mom, was too afraid of her husband, and just let him do whatever he wanted to her sons, she only protects Molly, because she’s the only one who doesn’t resemble her father.

But because of that experience, Angel doesn’t give two shits that his baby is a moth. He’ll protect his flesh and blood.

- And Husk is there to assist, unintentionally becoming some sort of co-parent (this is before he and Angel start dating).

- Extra bonus: Alastor actually respects and commends both Angel and Husk’s attitude towards the ‘unborn baby’, (because, since Journey to the Light isn’t canon, I headcanon Alastor also resembles his dad more, but his mom loved him unconditionally regardless)

- When baby is born (I’m gonna say she, bc I already drew her): She gives absolutely no fucks, about Valentino, even as a clueless baby.

When Val’s in her sight, she just…. stares. Not menacingly, and fearfully, she’s just absolutely numb to his presence. Even when Val, carried her and held her in front of a mirror to show their resemblance, she only blinks without any feeling. She only starts squirming in joy, and giggles when Angel returns to the room. Or when Husk (whom she imprinted on) walks in.

Also lol:

Baby: “Pa….” *eyes instantly lights up* “Papa! Papa! Papa!”

Valentino: “Ha! Finally!” *lifts her into the air* “Yes, darling! Papa! And you’re mamacita thought, you would never call me th—“

Baby: *points behind Val* “Papa! Papa!”

Valentino: “Huh…?” *turns around and see Husk*

Husk: “Yeah, I think she’s talking about me. Give her here.” *takes the baby and walks away*

Valentino: “Are you fucking kidding me!?—OW!” *get hit in the head by a frying pan*

Angel: *holding the frying pan* “Don’t flipping swear, in front of my baby, you butthole!”

Valentino: “She’s MY baby too!”

Angel: “With the way she acts around you? I don’t think so. Your sperm, but my spawn. Get out. Let me deal with you later at work!”

Valentino: “Going! I’m going!”

Like I said, I drew my own fankid already. If anyone’s interested, I might post the art once I finish her up.

[n30nwrites]

Bring Me To Life (Prologue)

Summary: Against all odds, you've survived. Having graduated high school and moved out of your Parent's place, your sibling decides to join you for the summer, and your first stop is Santa Cruz in California, you had always wanted to live there anyways so why not now that you're experiencing freedom? One problem: This doesn't look like the 21st century, instead it looks like a scene from your favorite movie, in fact it looks exactly like your favorite movie.

How are you meant to survive in the murder capital of the world? With vampires of all things, and your sibling hates this movie.

a/n: prologue for this fanfic, this will also be on AO3 and wattpad. Preface for this, fuck Max :}

Reader: Male Reader, uses Y/N, third person.

Oc uses they/she pronouns. Will be using both, Y/n refers to them as both sibling and sister, which is okay

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Pairing(s): Michael Emerson x Reader, Paul x Reader, Dwayne x Reader, Marko x Reader, David x Reader, Sam Emerson x Nonbinary! Oc, Edgar Frog x Nonbinary! Oc, Alan Frog x Nonbinary! Oc,

It was one thing moving the United States to California by yourself, it was another thing bringing your 15-year-old sibling with you, not to live with you, but to stay just until summer was over and school was starting again, your parents believed it would help with their 'rebellious streak'. That streak being that they just don't care enough to do class work and keep staying up all night playing video games, therefore they fall asleep in class.

Nik had a firm belief in changing the radio whenever any song that they didn't like came on, and you had a firm belief that your sibling needed to shut up because you liked your music and if you had to drive without some good tunes you would probably turn into the next psycho on the news.

You two did listen to similar music, but for this trip it was specifically 80s and 90s songs that you shouted loudly, windows were rolled down because the air conditioner in your car didn't work. It was small and shitty and cost a year of pay, thankfully your parents were there to let you live rent free. One of the few things you could be thankful for.

"Do you know how to be quiet?" Your sibling groaned, their jacket wrapped around their body despite how hot it was, "Put on Hozier, or Doja, hell I'll even take Taylor Swift over this... What is this shit?"

'Cry little sister'

"I know damn well you aren't talking to me about my music taste-"

'Thou shall not fall'

"What's wrong with mine?"

Come, come to your brother

"It's literally only tiktok songs, half of them aren't even good."

'Thou shall not die'

"At least I don't say 'They sung this on Glee'"

'Unchain me, sister'

"Every hot, mentally ill, gay person went through a Glee faze."

Thou shall not fear

"I didn't"

'Love is with your brother'

"That's why I said hot."

'Thou shall not kill'

You quickly stuck your tongue out in a childish way, before looking back into the road, ignoring your sibling who mumbled and repeated your words. "Theres a reason we're heading to Santa Cruz. Found a nice place right near the beach so we can-"

"Sleep all day, and party all night. I know, you've said it hundreds of times." Nik had heard the phrase from you so many times, you had tried to show them your favorite movie, even almost tricked them into it, but they were quick to leave the room. They simply hated it because you loved it, something you were forced to accept about them.

The car ride became silent as you got closer, to fill it, Nik had turned up the radio as it switched to a different song.

"Finally some MJ." The beat of Billie Jean came in, causing you to start tapping your hands to it as your merged.

"She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene" The two of you belted the lyrics, switching over the 80s playlist to one consistently of Michael Jackson. "I said don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the one" you shook your head, "Who will dance" you turned to your sibling and sung the words to them before turning back, repeating it each time you sung, "on the floor" again "in the round?" and then turned back, "She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round"

The house that you bought with a loan wasn't the biggest, at least not compared to your parents house. Two bedrooms, One master and One guest, and 1 in a half bathrooms. The half bathroom was connected to the master bedroom, which Nik tried to get but was quickly locked out. They would be staying in the guest room, while you set it up they would help. They were also supposed to attempt to find a job this summer, as their parents wanted Nik to learn some responsibility. 

"Okay, change outfits, shower if you need to! We are going to the beach!" You were excited, thrumming almost. You felt as if you belonged.

"I'm tired."

"Party all night!" You yelled, grabbing a suit case filled with your clothes. The two of you didn't have a lot. A few suitcases filled with clothes, and then a few boxes for the rooms. You didn't even have mattresses yet.

"Let's just sleep a bit." A nap did sound good, you didn't have the best sleep due to the anxiety about the drive.

"Fine, a nap! I'm setting an alarm." Nik went into your room, both of you grabbing the blankets and laying them on the floor, setting up some pillows and collapsing as soon as you could.

Instead of waking up to your alarm, you woke up to Nik shaking your shoulder, harsh rain hitting the window and the house was shaking.

"The doors are opening."

You stood up quick, running out of the bedroom to the backdoor refusing to close. You pushed against it but it quickly fell open, so you held the door. "Grab the heavy boxes." Nik followed through, pushing against the doors as lightning flashed. "It wasn't supposed to storm."

"Don't they get Hurricanes here." A siren went off, "Well-"

"Not another tornado." You groaned. You had your fair shair of them, being where your from. "We need to grab our shit, head to the basement."

The house shook again, you two grabbed your phones and chargers, rushing down into the basement that still had cobwebs. Nik almost ran upstairs at the sight of them, claiming they would rather take their chance with the tornado. You had to basically pulled them down as you two sat in the basement, the house shook as you two fell to the ground, hitting your heads.

Your eyes rolled back, your vision turns black as your body hits the ground. Your siblings hand lays against yours as their body falls onto you, and in that moment, you had gone through the impossible.

[infernothechaosgod]

you know it truly amazes me how you can't do practicly anything on tiktok or search the thing you like without getting absolutley shat on

Like I'm feeling a little in the mood for rottmnt angst A lil bit of that kick in the gut, and I can't go 3 minutes without one of those made in 5 minutes max videos that's just background video and text over it Saying shit like "Yall need to stop with the rottmnt angst it's getting annoying" or "the rottmnt angst artist need to chill out" or even better "The rottmnt fandom needs to stop the angst it's just a show for kids"

First off, if angst isn't your thing, you can block it or just scroll pass it OR you know what if youre feeling like a little shit you can hate read it or whatever but keep the comments TO YOURSELF

Second off I checked what the content of most of these people is And it's always goddamn always those 10 second background videos with text over it

nothing more

I dare these people to even try to draw the shape of leo's head, or write out something more than 40 words I accualy dare them. do it.

Also the same goes for shipping over there

Let's say you see a legal completly normal ship you don't like Example let's say leo x usagi or raph x mona

What you wanna do is scroll or block it

NOT make up info to make others stop shipping it, I'm sick and tired of people non stop saying that usagi or mona are adults or that their entire characters are being love intrest in the fandom's eyes Because if you look at any of the fanfic's or fan content of those Yeah it's easy to find content where there love intrest's but it is hard to find content where there ONLY love intrest

People love mona so much for the fact that she's a badass warrior who loves her planet and people they often give her more backstory focused stories that explore how she would feel depending on where the writers story will go or already went, I have never seen anyone maker her just a typical love intrest (witch honestly suprised me)

Usagi? People have more free will with his interpretation's so he has many many diffrent faces backstories, personalities but often people make him focused on something in their stories, examples being, getting back home, protecting others, getting over something, fighting in battle nexus and exploring how it would be Etc. Etc. That mixed with being a love intrest

The only times when these two can be seen as just love intrest and nothing more is in

Edit's/tiktok content where everything is short af (and even then sometimes people give em backstories and their own lore it really amazes me sometimes lmao)

short (usualy) tagged as fluff without plot fics on ao3 (witch you can litellary tag out SO easily)

Little comics/some art pices That HAVE VERY STORT LIMITS

also this might suprise you it really might but DRAWING IS HARD AND TAKES ALOT OF TIME SAME GOES FOR MAKING THE IDEA UP

And when it comes to their ages we all know there not adults, littelary where did anyone mention mona being an aduly ever, and the only times when usagi and leo accualy interact is when there in similiar if not the same ages

(in 2003 usagi and leo are close friends and Both teens, in the early comics there both adults when they first meet, even in 1987 version there both shown to be close if not the same age, the ONLY TIME where leo and usagi have very diffrent ages is in 2012 and honestly i have a little theory on why specificly that version had them be you know that but that's for another post)

Seriously what the fuck is tiktok's problem with any form of fanon content? You want the fandom to die? It aint gonna happen, you either get used to some bad stuff existing there and there and ignoring it (reporting then ignoring it if it's really bad) OR you keep quiet OR you will get banned by alot of creators after crying in their comments, then cry when you can't find something they made anymore

Tiktok man, good for daydreaming to the sounds, looking at edits and for some art trends but litellary can't let anything else exist on there or else you'll explode

(Also I bet if some of the fanon angst made it to the accual show they would deepthroat that shit right up and call it writing of ceuntry)

[crystalninjaphoenix]

The Christmas Special - Part Two

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Twenty-Seven

A JSE Fanfic

Even with me splitting the Christmas Special in two, this part still ended up at 8300 words, so make sure you're somewhere comfortable when you start to read XD Now in possession of a time travel watch, the kids try to figure out what to do. Obviously they have to stop the monster and the weird grown-ups trying to get into the house, but how? At least the watch will help! And maybe they'll be able to learn something along the way. I really liked writing this part ^-^ Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did!

Previous Episode | More of this AU | From the Start | Read on AO3 at CrystalNinjaPhoenix

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“Alright. So.” Jackie paced across the floor of Chase’s bedroom. Chase had offered it up to the group so they could talk about this situation without any of the party guests overhearing them. “Some weird teenagers gave you a pocket watch that can be used to time travel. Which you used to go back in time just now, because there was some weird... snow... monster? I’m still not sure what that was.”

JJ nodded. He and Marvin had claimed the old beanbag in the corner of Chase’s room, while Chase and Schneep sat on his bed and Stacy hovered awkwardly by the door, unsure where to go. She opened up the door a little and peered out into the upstairs hallway. The sound of chatter from the party gets briefly louder and then goes quiet as she closes it again. “It all seems fine right now,” she said. “We have a bit of time, right?”

“Yeah, didn’t you go back like... fifteen minutes before that all happened?” Chase asked. 

It’s more like ten minutes, now, JJ said. He opened up the pocket watch, revealing the clock face. A slice of it had turned green. As he stared at it, the minute hand moved slightly, and the green slice shrank. The note in the watch said that I couldn’t use it again until we “caught up” to the time I used it originally. Does that make sense?

Marvin leaned over to look at the watch face. “Yeah, you can’t use it until that green part is gone. Easy enough to understand.”

“Are you sure about that?” Chase asked. “Try anyway.”

JJ stiffened. He reached forward and tried to move the minute hand like he did before, but it was stuck.

“Chase, please be careful about what you say,” Schneep said. “The doll is still a problem.”

“O-oh yeah. Sorry.” Chase cleared his throat.

Jackie frowned. “You keep forgetting, Chase. Try to be more, uh, aware.”

“Sorry,” Chase repeated.

It’s fine, we can talk about this later, JJ said. We don’t have much time right now. In about ten minutes, that snow monster is going to be back. What WAS that, anyway?

“It looked like a regular lady, but then it suddenly exploded and ice started fucking covering everything!” Marvin said. “Whatever it is, we gotta keep it out of the house. That’s when shit all went bad. Sooo... how do we do that?”

“Can you just ask Aunt Jess to not let them in?” Schneep asked, looking at Chase.

“I can ask her, but Jackie said that if the police have a warrant then she has to let them in,” Chase said. “Right, Jackie?”

Jackie nodded. “But we do have a magic do-over time travel watch, so I guess it’s worth asking her. If it goes wrong we can travel back in time... again...” He frowned. “Assuming that it doesn’t run out of power or anything.”

All of the kids gasped in unison. “We didn’t even think of that!” Stacy said. “Omg, what if we run out of chances?!”

JJ shook his head. The guys who gave me this would’ve mentioned that.

“How can you be so sure?” Stacy asked.

Because I think it was actually Marvin and me from the future.

The others all stared at him silently.

Don’t look at me like I’m crazy! JJ said, glaring at the others. They were two teenage guys who looked a lot like each other, and one of them spoke in sign language! Not to mention the handwriting on the note looks a lot like mine!

“We can talk more about that later,” Jackie said. “We don’t have much time! We need a plan. Even if we can keep the snow monster out, what do we do next? Should we take care of it or something?”

“How do we defeat a snow monster?” Chase asked.

“With fire?” Schneep suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, seems obvious,” Stacy agreed. “We just gotta figure out how to use fire to defeat it. Marvin, can your greenlight powers make fire or heat?”

“Uhhh hm. Never thought of that.” Marvin frowned. He held out his hand, and a bit of greenlight surrounded it. It got brighter and brighter.

I can feel it getting hotter, JJ said. I think that could work!

“Okay, good, so we have a vague plan,” Jackie said, continuing to pace across the floor. “I guess we distract the snow monster so Marvin can blast it with his greenlight.”

“Uh—you might have to distract it for a while,” Marvin said. His brows were furrowed in concentration. “I’m trying real hard but it’s still heating up pretty slowly.”

“We can do that!” Chase said, nodding. “Okay so I ask Mom to keep them out, and then we rush after them to take out the snow monster.”

JJ checked the watch again. Five minutes!

“What?! No way!” Chase shot to his feet. “We gotta hurry!”

“Everyone try not to draw too much attention!” Schneep gasped, also standing up. “We do not want anyone to stop us.”

The group all left Chase’s room and rushed down the hall, gradually slowing down as they reached the stairs, which they then slowly walked down. Once they reached the ground floor they all stopped, pretending to casually hang around on the steps. Until—

There was a knock at the front door.

All the kids tensed in unison.

“One second!” Mom called, leaving the dining room and hurrying over.

The others all looked at Chase. He nodded and rushed over to Mom. The same four adults were outside. Before, he’d been so distracted by the doctor they’d seen at the hospital that he didn’t really look at the others. One was a man in a brown suit, who he remembered as the one who took out the badge. Another was a tall woman in a big blue coat that he didn’t recognize. The third one was the woman who’d exploded into snow. She looked... normal. Except for the fact that she wasn’t wearing a coat despite the blizzard outside. And her eyes were an unusually bright green.

“Oh! Hello officer,” Mom said slowly.

“What’s going on, Mom?” Chase asked, trying to sound casual.

“I don’t know, sweets.” She glanced down at Chase, then back at the group. “Is there anything we can help you with? We’re a bit busy with a party.”

The man in the brown coat pulled out a badge. “We need to search your premises, I’m afraid,” he said. “There’s a chance that there are dangerous goods inside.”

What?!” Mom gasped. “Dangerous—but I’ve—we’ve never gotten involved in anything illegal!”

Chase grabbed Mom’s hand, pulling on it for attention. “Um... Hey Mom, can I talk to you for a second? This is important.”

“Huh? Sure, just one second, Chase.”

“No, this is really important,” Chase insisted. He tried to make his eyes wide and adorable. “Please?”

Mom sighed. “Just one moment, please,” she said, half-closing the door. Chase pulled her over to the side. “What is it, Chase?” Her brows furrowed in worry. “Did you get in some sort of trouble?”

“Uh, no, it’s not that!” Chase said hurriedly. “It’s um... One of those guys h-has bothered us before. Me and my friends.” What was that doctor’s name? Dr... H-something. Hewey?

Mom’s eyes then narrowed and she glanced at the door suspiciously. “Which one?”

“Uh, the guy with the reddish coat and the dark hair. With the—th-the gray hairs.”

“What’s he been doing?”

He didn’t think he’d be asked that question. He froze up for a second. “Um... I-it’s mostly been stuff with Marvin and JJ. You know, stuff happened while Marvin was in the hospital, uh... H-he wanted to leave the hospital because some of the doctors were bothering him.”

“Did he tell you what happened?” Mom asked, eyes still narrow, her expression very serious.

“Um... not all the, uh, details,” Chase said. “Anyway, Marvin’s fine now, but I don’t think you should let these guys in the house.”

“Excuse me? Ms. Walker, ma’am?” That voice came from the man in the brown suit—the detective—on the other side of the door. “This is an important matter. Can you let us in?”

Mom looked over at the door, then back at Chase. “I don’t think I can keep them out, Chase. That man is with the police.”

“But—b-but—!” Chase’s mind scrambled for a solution. “Uh—can you ask them if they have a warrant or something?”

Mom raised an eyebrow. “Did you learn about that in school?”

“Jackie mentioned it—just ask them! If they don’t have one, they can’t come in, right?”

“I suppose...” Mom trailed off. “Here, I’ll handle this. You and your friends go upstairs, okay?”

“You really can’t let them in,” Chase emphasized.

“Chase, if they do have a warrant I’ll get in a lot of trouble for not letting them in. But you and your friends don’t have to interact with them, okay? Go upstairs.” She patted Chase’s shoulder then returned to the front door, opening it up fully. “Sorry about that.”

Chase glanced back at her, then hurried over to the base of the stairs where the others were waiting. “Up, up, up!” He gestured for them to climb up the stairs.

The group retreated halfway up the staircase, but lingered so they could still see what was happening at the front door. “Do you think it worked?” Schneep asked in a hushed voice.

“I don’t know, I tried! I said they’d been bothering us but she said that if they have a warrant she has to let them in. Kinda threw you under the bus, Marvin, said you were having troubles with the doctor guy while you were in the hospital. Is that okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine, it’s kinda true anyway,” Marvin said. He was rubbing his hands together, greenlight glowing around them. The air around his hands was getting hotter as he concentrated on building up heat to fight the snow monster. “Okay so we can’t really be seen going outside, so maybe we have to go out through an upstairs window.”

“Why do we have to go out a window?!” Stacy protested.

“Because Chase doesn’t have a back door and it’ll look weird if we go out the front door right after the guys who we said were fucking with us!”

“But we all took off our shoes! We can’t go outside without them, we might slip or get frostbite! Can’t we grab them first at least?”

“That’ll be just as weird!”

Jackie inhaled sharply. “They’re coming in!”

Indeed, while they were distracted by talking with each other, Mom had reluctantly fully opened up the front door, allowing the strangers inside. She glanced at the staircase and saw the kids hovering there. Looking worried, she gestured for them to go upstairs.

“Up!” Schneep hissed, and the group immediately turned and hurried up the stairs. “Jameson, what is the progress on your watch?”

JJ took it out and looked at the clock face, then showed it to the others. No more green. They could rewind if they wanted—

That’s when the blizzard burst in the living room.

The six of them were fairly far from it, being at the top of the staircase, but Chase, the closest to the stairs, was still pushed forward into the others by the blast of wintery winds. The cold nipped at their backs, and frost covered most of the stairs and began climbing upwards, accompanied by encroaching white flakes.

 “Do it!” Marvin shouted.

JJ quickly moved the minute hand back and pressed the button. He felt that tug on his stomach, and everything went dark.

++++++++++++++++++++

The next thing they knew, they were all sitting at the coffee table again.They all looked around to confirm that everything at Chase’s Christmas party was really the same as it had been. It was.

Jackie shook his head. “Okay, so... clearly that didn’t fully work. But I think it was a good idea, still.”

The watch was still in JJ’s hand. He showed it to the others. About a third of the clock face was green. I turned it back a little further to give us more time, he said, briefly setting the watch on the table so he could sign. I think we have twenty minutes now.

“We should go upstairs to have another conversation,” Schneep said, glancing around at the guests. Tommy and Theo, the little cousins, were staring at JJ’s watch with wide eyes, clearly curious.

Chase nodded. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Again, they all went upstairs, and again, they all gathered in Chase’s room. He sat down on his bed, but this time, everyone else stayed standing.

“So what was the problem?” Marvin asked. “Did they really have a warrant?”

Jackie made a face. “Somehow I doubt that it’s like... a real warrant? If that makes sense? Okay so we all know that those three guys who aren't snow monsters are part of the Circle, right?” The kids all nodded. It was obvious. If one of the dark doctors from the hospital was here, then those other two grown-ups had to be other people from the Circle. “We know the Circle has a lot of members, but I don’t know if it has enough people to make a real warrant. I don’t know much about how the police work, but I know that there have to be a couple different jobs involved in that process. And you’d think one of them would be like, ‘a search warrant for what?’ There’s nothing in Chase’s house, after all, and no reason to suspect there is.”

“So they do not have a real one, but clearly it must be enough to convince Aunt Jess to let them in,” Schneep summed up.

“I can’t believe those bitches are putting a snow monster in Chase’s house!” Marvin said furiously.

Stacy frowned. “I dunno if that’s what they’re doing. Did you hear what one of the guys said the first time, right before the snow monster exploded? He sounded, like, surprised that Ms. Walker pointed out there were four of them. I think the snow monster is just like... tagging along.”

That makes more sense, JJ agreed. We know the Circle is AGAINST the Anomalies, after all.

“Ohhhh.” Marvin nodded. “So it’s kinda like some sort of fairy from Granmam’s stories. She always talks about how the fey have to be invited in.”

“Or like a vampire,” Stacy agreed.

“Well if they aren’t leading the snow monster into my house on purpose, why are they here?” Chase asked.

“No good reason,” Jackie muttered. “We can figure that out after we take care of the snow monster, maybe. So what’s our new plan? Chase, do you think you can do anything to convince your mom to keep them out?”

“I dunno... I don’t think I was doing a good job, anyway,” Chase admitted. “So what else can we do? Block the door somehow? But we can’t let anyone at the party know what’s going on. I don’t want to upset them.”

Schneep nodded. “I do not, either. But I think I have an idea. Instead of waiting for them to come to us, why don’t we go outside to meet them?”

JJ raised an eyebrow. You mean... intercept them before they get to the door?

“What is that word? I-N-T-E-R...” Schneep looked confused at the word JJ spelled out.

“It means like... stop them before they reach where they’re going,” Jackie said.

“Ohhh, I thought JJ was talking about blocking a pass in basketball,” Chase said, and Stacy giggled. “Hey, don’t laugh!”

“Sorry, I just... I think it’s interesting that you know a different type of ‘intercept,’” Stacy said.

“Well, in any case, yes, we stop them before they get to the door,” Schneep continued. “We cut them off. I do not think Aunt Jess or anyone else will think it is strange if we say we want to go play in the snow or something, ja? So we get our coats and boots and go outside, and when we see the snow monster coming we attack!” Schneep punched his palm with his fist.

“That’s a great idea!” Chase said excitedly. “And while we’re waiting out there, Marvin can warm up the fire attack he’s gonna do!”

“Fuck yeah!” Marvin grinned. “It’ll keep us warm, too.”

“Alright, let’s go do this, then,” Jackie said.

The group went back downstairs again—well, Chase and Schneep stayed upstairs for a bit to grab their boots from their rooms, but then they quickly caught up with the other four. “Mom! We’re going to play outside!” Chase shouted.

“Alright, Chase!” Mom shouted back. “Be careful, it’s snowing!”

“We know!”

And with that, the kids gathered up their boots and coats and headed outside. It was indeed snowing, fat flakes falling down from the sky. There was already an inch on the ground. Should we hide around the corner of the house? JJ asked.

“That sounds like a good plan,” Schneep agreed.

The group hurried over in that direction, with Jackie in the back. When Chase glanced back at him, he was swiping his foot back and forth across the ground. “What’re you doing?” Chase asked.

“I’m covering our tracks,” Jackie explained. “I know that the snow might cover them, but just in case. This will make them harder to spot at least.”

The group walked around the corner of the house, occasionally peering out to look at the front door. Marvin rubbed his hands together, and they started emitting a green glow. “Oh shoot!” Stacy quickly stepped in front of Marvin. “Hey, Marvin, you gotta stay back until it’s time. It’s dark out right now so your greenlight really stands out.”

“Oh you’re right!” Chase gasped. He also stood in front of Marvin.

“Got it.” Marvin nodded. “I’ll just keep concentrating on this.”

It was very cold out, but eventually Marvin’s greenlight glow got hotter, keeping the group warm. Their boots were the coldest, being immersed in the snow and all. Chase was soon stomping and dancing around to keep his feet from turning into blocks of ice. Until—

“Look!” Schneep hissed. He pointed down the street, where a pair of yellow headlights drove down the street. “I think that might be them? Who else would be coming in this direction? Well, ah... I suppose it could be someone visiting the neighbors...”

JJ checked the watch, then put it away. No, I think you’re right, Schneep. It’s around the right time.

The group watched as the car pulled to the side of the road in front of Chase’s house and parked. The passenger door and backseat door opened first, and out came the doctor and the detective. The last person, the woman in the blue coat, left from the driver’s door, leaving the car running. The three of them walked up the path to Chase’s front door... not noticing the way some of the snow falling from the sky gathered together, a small flurry forming the shape of a person, eventually becoming the woman who kept exploding into a snow storm. 

“That’s the snow monster!” Chase hissed. “Marvin?”

“You guys distract the three Circle guys,” Marvin said. “I-I don’t want to hit one of them with a heatblast by accident.”

That doctor guy really hurt you! He was going to use you for blood! JJ said angrily.

“I know, but—I-I don’t know.” Marvin shook his head. “Just get them to get away from the snow monster!”

Chase nodded. “Alright. Let’s just go run out and try to get them to chase us.” And without waiting for any of the others to approve or disapprove of this plan, he ran out into the front garden, waving his hands. “Hey suckers! What’re you looking for?!”

The group of adults stopped walking. “You!” the doctor gasped. “That’s the Brody kid!”

“Yeah I am!” Chase ran towards them, blocking their way down the path. “And you’re not getting into my house!”

The three adults glanced at each other. “Get out of the way, son,” the detective said. “We just want to look for something.”

“You can’t look at anything in my house!” Chase insisted.

They seemed... unsure how to deal with this. The woman in the blue coat leaned forward and mumbled something to the two men, and they mumbled back.

After a moment, Stacy and Schneep also ran over to stand by Chase’s side. Schneep grabbed Chase’s arm and whispered, “Snowball fight?”

Chase’s eyes widened. He grinned, and bent down, scooping up some snow and patting it into a ball—which he quickly threw at the three adults. It hit the doctor square in his stupid face. He spluttered. “Why you—you little—!”

Stacy grabbed the two guys and pulled them to the side, heading towards the opposite corner of the house. Once they were over there, they all started making snowballs and throwing them. The adults all winced, holding their arms up, and after a while started walking towards the three of them. “Listen here, you hoodlums!” the woman said sternly. “You can’t keep sticking your nose in adult busine—” She quickly ducked one of the snowballs. “You clearly don’t understand the stakes here!”

“Screw you!” Chase shouted.

Meanwhile, the snow monster stood where it had been left, looking vaguely confused. After a while it took a step down the path towards the front door—

And then a beam of fiery green light blasted out from the other corner of the house, hitting it square in the chest. The snow monster turned white and immediately melted into a puddle.

The three adults spun back around. “Transformation energy!” the detective gasped. And he ran towards the other corner of the house—towards Marvin, JJ, and Jackie!

“No, wait!” Chase panicked. He bent over and grabbed more snow, throwing another snowball to get their attention. But the adults ignored him. Quickly, they disappeared around the corner of the house. 

And then Marvin screamed.

Chase bolted forward, and Schneep and Stacy were right behind him. When they reached the other side of the house, they saw Jackie punch the doctor, sending him staggering back. JJ was standing in front of Marvin, who was hiding behind him, eyes wide and fearful. “Stand aside, son,” the detective said to JJ, causing him to stiffen and step to the side even as Marvin tried to hold onto him.

“Hey! Leave him alone!” Stacy shouted.

“Yeah!” Jackie stepped in between the detective and Marvin. “I’ll punch all of you if I have to!”

“And you could then be arrested for assaulting an officer of the law,” the detective said. “What would your father think?”

“I don’t care! He’ll listen to me! You’re not taking him!”

Schneep ran forward and grabbed onto the woman’s long coat, trying to pull her back as she tried to sneak around Jackie to get to Marvin. She looked down at him in surprise, then held up her hands. “Perhaps we’re being a bit too aggressive,” she said. “You’re young Mr. Jackson, right? Please, can you come with us for a moment? We’ll let your parents know.”

Marvin shook his head, unusually quiet.

“He’s not stupid enough to fall for that!” Chase crouched down and scooped up more snow, making sure to pack it down into a hard snowball. “Especially after what you did to him last time!”

The woman blinked, surprised. Then the doctor recovered. He reached into his jacket and pulled out—is that a gun?! “We brought this for self-defense, but we won’t hesitate to use it if need be,” he said.

Jackie gasped. “You fucking evil monsters! They’re kids! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

The doctor aimed the gun at him—

And then JJ took out the pocket watch. They all felt a tug as things went dark.

++++++++++++++++++++

They were back at the coffee table. Chase felt tingly all over, the way you feel when you walk into a warm building after being out in the cold. Was that feeling just in his mind? Because as time was rewinded, they didn’t actually go outside yet.

Jackie looked around the room. His expression darkened with anger. “Can we... go upstairs now?”

Without any further discussion, they went upstairs to Chase’s room again. As soon as Chase closed the door, they all burst into various chatter, everyone overlapping each other. JJ whistled sharply, silencing everyone. We have fifteen minutes this time, he said. Didn’t want to be in the cold for so long. Marvin, are you okay?! I’m sorry! I didn’t want to step back!

Marvin smiled shakily. “I-I’m fine. Don’t be sorry. The doll thing made you get out of the way. Not you. A-and besides. We undid everything, didn’t we?” He looked at Jackie. “Are... you okay, Jackie? He pointed a gun at you.”

“I can’t fucking believe those guys,” Jackie muttered. “When they show up this time I’m going to punch the guy so much harder.” He growled. Then he took a few deep breaths, running his hand through his hair, and calmed down. “It wasn’t a normal gun. I think that was a tranquilizer gun? There was a big needle sticking out the front, that was probably a dart. I’m fine. And I would’ve been fine if he actually did it. Fucking bastards.”

“Did they want to get Marvin because of his greenlight powers?” Schneep asked. “Did they think he was an Anomaly?”

“Maybe,” Jackie said.

“I think it’s weird how they went right to kidnapping us,” Stacy said. “They spent the last couple months just keeping an eye on us and warning us away. Now it’s suddenly ‘grab them on sight’?”

“I think Schneep is right,” Chase agreed. “They saw Marvin’s greenlight powers and went crazy wanting to get them.”

Marvin looked down at his scarred hands, flexing his fingers.

“Well... now we have to figure out how to stop that from happening after we take care of the snow monster,” Stacy said.

“Um... a-actually.” Marvin looked up, clearing his throat. “I’m wondering if we... could... use this somehow?”

JJ started. Marvin, don’t do anything reckless!

“You have a fucking time travel watch! I-if there’s any time to be reckless, it’s this!” Marvin took a deep breath. “I was thinking... we don’t know that much about the Circle, right? We got some of their papers, but like... we don’t know anything important. Like, where else they meet up or what they want. What if... what if I went with them?”

“Have you lost your mind?!” Schneep shouted.

“But then like—like JJ can rewind time!” Marvin said quickly. “So nothing bad actually happens! I just try to figure out what they’re up to and then we go!”

There’s a limit to how far back the watch can go! JJ said. It can only go up to an hour back in time! If you take too long— He shook his head. I don’t want you to go through that again!

“None of us want that,” Jackie said firmly.

“W-well—come on guys, we have a time travel watch!” Marvin said. “W-we have to use it! I-I don’t—don’t want to—I don’t want to either, but we have to do it!”

Schneep bit his lip. “Um... It might have... a good idea, but... Marvin, you should not be the one doing this.”

Marvin blinked, confused. “Huh?”

“Yeah, what?” Chase asked, confused.

“What if one of us pretends to have the greenlight powers?” Schneep asked. “Maybe you can make it look like someone else did that big fire blast. Then when the Circle comes over to take us, we let it happen. We will not be around long enough for them to realize the truth.”

“Hm... that might work...” Stacy said slowly. “Maybe if it’s JJ he can rewind time with the watch at the first sign of danger. But they did weird stuff to Marvin’s brain, remember? And they have that dart gun. What if they use that to knock out whoever they take?”

“A tranquilizer does not work right away like in the TV shows,” Schneep said. “If it is JJ who gets taken, he just rewinds before it takes effect. Then there should be no, ah... sleepy stuff, since he goes back in time. And if it is not JJ who gets taken, he stays back here and rewinds after an hour has passed anyway, undoing the sleepy stuff for the other person they took.”

Marvin bit his lip. “Yeah, I guess... g-guess that could work.”

JJ looked at Marvin. A determined look came over his face... only to be drained away by hesitation. I shouldn’t be the one to go, he said. The doll thing, remember? They might force me to do something.

“What if two people go?” Chase asked. “They both take the watch, and then if something bad happens the other one uses it to go back.”

We don’t know if you guys can use this or if it’s just me, though.

“Well then, one person goes with you to make sure that no weird doll stuff happens!”

“Are you—a-are you guys serious?” Jackie gaped at the kids. “So many things could go wrong!”

“But so many things could go right, too!”  Marvin said.

We don’t have much time to decide on what to do! JJ said. Jackie, please! We can’t let them get Marvin, but we need more information about the Circle! Even a little bit! If we can travel through time, isn’t it worth a shot?

“Who was it who said earlier that there might be a limit to how many times you can use it?!” Jackie said, exasperated. “I think they’re right! We don’t know!”

“Wasn’t that you?” Schneep said. “Oh wait. That is the point, ja?”

The future JJ would have definitely told me if that was the case, JJ said. He explained that there was a time travel limit of an hour, he would have explained that.

“Jackie, we’re gonna do it no matter what.” Marvin folded his arms. “What’re you gonna do about it, Beanie Boy? You can’t tell our parents. And JJ has the watch, if you try telling them anyway he can rewind so you don’t. So are you gonna fucking... I dunno, make us stay inside? Again--time travel watch!” JJ quickly shoved the watch in his pocket and glared at Jackie.

“I—I—I—” Jackie threw his hands up in the air. “Fine! Fuck it! You little guys are so freaking persistent, oh my god. But if we’re doing this, we’re planning it out very carefully. Everyone sit down. We’re talking about this.”

++++++++++++++++++++

A few minutes later, the kids were all outside again, waiting for the car to appear. Marvin had his greenlight keeping them warm and ready to blast at the snow monster. Chase bounced up and down. This time it wasn’t just to keep warm. He would never say it out loud, but he was a bit... scared of what could happen. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt, of course. But they needed to know more about the Circle! He could be brave for a little bit. Just until they rewound time.

Soon, the car appeared, and the adults all got out, just like last time. And also like last time, the snow monster formed behind them. Chase took a deep breath. He bent over and scooped up a snowball, then ran out in front of them, Stacy and Schneep right behind him with snowballs of their own. “Hey! Get away from my house!” Chase shouted. And the three of them threw the snowballs and scattered.

“Hey!” The doctor was hit by all three snowballs—seemed they’d all wanted to hit him the most.

“Are you okay, Jonathan?” The detective asked.

“I’m fine! Damn.”

“You kids apologize!” The woman demanded.

In return, the three of them threw more snowballs, and the adults raised their arms to defend themselves. Just like before, they approached the three of them—and once they were far enough from the snow monster, Marvin blasted it, causing it to melt once again. “Transformation energy!” the detective gasped, whirling around. And the adults ran over towards it.

Chase, Stacy, and Schneep exchanged nervous looks, then ran after them, catching up quickly. Their ruse was in full effect. Marvin was making JJ’s hands glow with greenlight, as if he was the one who fired the blast, while his own hands were shoved in his pockets so the adults couldn’t see the way his scars glowed.

“You two!” the doctor gasped. “And—you, too!” He looked at Jackie, whose clenched fists meant he really really wanted to punch the doctor again. “You need to come with us.” The doctor started to reach for JJ—

“No, you can’t take him!” Chase stepped in front of JJ.

“Yeah, you can’t just grab someone!” Jackie added, glaring.

“Stand aside, son,” the detective said to Chase, but Chase shook his head. Stacy and Schneep walked over to either side of him.

“Perhaps we’re being a bit too aggressive,” the woman said. “You’re young Mr. Jackson, right? Please, can you come with us for a moment? We’ll let your parents know.”

JJ hesitated. He looked nervous—actually nervous, not just the show he’d planned on doing. If I go with you... will you leave the others alone? he asked. And... not bother Chase’s family? They’re all really busy right now.

“Yes, we promise we’ll leave them all alone,” the woman said. She glared at the two men. “Right?”

The doctor cleared his throat. “We promise.” The detective looked confused—maybe he didn’t speak BSL—but also nodded.

“JJ...” Marvin whispered.

It will be fine, JJ said, looking back at him. You need to stay here.

“Well you’re not going alone,” Chase said. “I’m coming with you!”

Jackie blinked. All the others also looked surprised. That wasn’t in the plan. The plan was to have Jackie go—after all, if things went bad, he was the oldest and most able to fight people off. “Um, Chase, no, you—you can’t,” Jackie stammered. “Your whole family is here.”

“It will be fine!” Chase said, and he grabbed onto JJ’s shoulder. “I-I don’t—I don’t want JJ to go alone!” He didn’t want any of them to go alone. He wanted to help! He knew he could! “JJ, let me come with you!”

JJ tensed slightly beneath Chase’s grip. Chase can come with, he said.

Schneep narrowed his eyes. “Chase, wait, this is more of the—” And then he glanced at the adults and fell quiet, looking scared.

“Chase, you can’t go,” Jackie said.

“No, I’m going!” Chase insisted. “JJ was okay with it!”

“But that was—” Stacy started to say something, but Schneep elbowed her, cutting her off.

The three adults glanced at each other. “Fine, the kid can come, too,” the detective said. “But if any of the rest of you try anything, we won’t be so nice.”

Schneep flinched, and Jackie stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder and glaring at the adults. Chase reached out and grabbed Schneep’s hand, squeezing it. “We’ll be right back,” he said quietly. “I promise.”

“B-be careful,” Schneep whispered. “Do not... get hurt.”

“We won’t.”

The woman cleared her throat. “The two of you go get in the car. I promise, you won’t be gone long.”

The moment she said that, JJ tensed and started walking. Chase hurried to follow, waving goodbye to the others. They all waved back, looking tense and nervous, with Marvin and Schneep partially hiding behind Jackie’s legs.

When Chase and JJ got to the car, they found the back door unlocked, and hopped right in. It was a... nice car. The inside was dark gray, looking almost new. But there was a smell in the air that made Chase’s nose wrinkle. What was that? It was really bad. He looked around for the source of it, but the only thing that looked any weird was a bowl of ash in the cupholder between the two front seats. He’d seen some of those around in public. Was this the smell of them?

You shouldn’t have said that, JJ said. 

“Said what?” Chase asked.

JJ just stared at him with a look of frustration. Never mind.

“No, really, what?!” Chase insisted, confused. Was JJ mad that he was coming? “Did you want Jackie to come instead? Just tell me, it’ll be fine.”

Never mind, JJ repeated, and turned away.

Before Chase could figure out what to ask next, the adults returned to the car. Chase and JJ scooted across the backseat until JJ was sitting in the leftmost seat and Chase was in the middle... right next to the detective, who he glared at. The doctor got in the passenger seat and the woman got behind the wheel. Once everyone was inside, she pulled away from the curb and started driving down the street.

They had limited time now. Only an hour, but honestly, it would be better if they went back in time much sooner. Chase grabbed onto JJ’s upper arm. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe he was nervous, or maybe he wanted to make sure JJ was alright. “W-where are we going?” he asked, trying to sound brave.

“City hall,” the woman said.

“Darlene!” the doctor gasped.

“They’re children, John, and they’re probably scared. I don’t see the harm in it.”

“You don’t know these children. They managed to get into the secret area of the hospital.”

“That sounds like it was your fault more than anything else,” the detective said. “Honestly, you shouldn’t have decided on the one with a twin brother. Clearly they’d be attached.”

The doctor rolled his eyes. Chase and JJ exchanged looks. You talk, JJ said. I don’t know if they’ll always know what I’m saying.

Chase nodded. “W-why’d you take Marvin, anyway?” he asked. “You were—you were going to hurt him! We know you were!”

The doctor looked away. Did he seem... guilty? “It... it’s the only way,” he said. “And it’s better than... Well, you don’t need to know that. We’re not going to hurt you two, we promise.”

“And? What if you’re hurting other kids?” Chase asked. “Huh? Are you?”

“Now son, I don’t see why that’s so important to you,” the detective said. 

“You—huh?!” Chase stared at him in disbelief. Of course it was important to him if kids were being hurt!

“Here, put your seatbelts on,” the detective said. “It’s an icy road, better safe than sorry.”

“Should I be insulted, Pete?” the woman muttered. “I happen to be an excellent driver.”

“Like I said, better safe than sorry.”

JJ was already putting his seatbelt on—he started as soon as the detective told him to. Chase did the same, slowly. His eyes darted around the car for any other clues. Then JJ nudged him, getting his attention, and nodded to the rearview mirror. A decoration was dangling there, a purple flower pressed flat and preserved in plastic. Huh? Chase looked back at JJ, confused. JJ sighed. Tell you later, he said.

Some time passed in silence. JJ kept glancing nervously out the window. The adults were quiet, so Chase took a deep breath and asked, “What... what are you going to do with us?”

The adults seemed reluctant to answer that, but after a while, the doctor said, “Your friend shot out that beam of green energy, right? He shouldn’t be able to do that. We’re going to see if we can make it so he can’t do that anymore.”

“You want to take away his powers?!” Chase gasped, thinking of Marvin. If Marvin’s powers came from the crystal dust in his scars, then—what would the Circle do to get rid of them?! JJ also went pale, having the same thoughts.

“This green energy is bad news,” the doctor explained. “It can be harnessed, but it shouldn’t be in your body—yours or anyone else’s. It’s been proven to mutate animals. If you’re not careful, it could really hurt you.”

“Well it’s safe now!” Chase insisted. “Why do you all care if it’s safe?!”

“It’s safe now,” the woman said. “But who knows what it can do to you if it remains unchecked?”

“Oh, and you grown-ups are the ones who can keep it checked?! Why you?! Why not the police or anyone?!”

The detective chuckled. “Well, we can’t have news of this leaking out. Imagine what people would do if they knew there was strange energy that could give you powers. Chaos would break out.”

“And we’re the ones who can control it because we’ve spent years studying it,” the woman said. “Almost ten years, in fact. That’s longer than you’ve been alive.”

“...no it isn’t,” Chase grumbled.

“Don’t sass me, mister,” the woman said sternly.

The doctor cleared his throat. “Darlene, I know you told them where we’re going, but... I think they shouldn’t know how to get there. Who knows what could happen?” He put his hand in his jacket, where the tranquilizer gun was.

JJ grabbed onto Chase’s arm with one hand. His other hand went into his own pocket, where the watch was. Waiting.

“It’s a bit much for children, isn’t it, John?” the detective asked.

The woman tilted her head. “Well... it might be... troublesome. John, if you’re sure there won’t be any side effects... You are sure, right?”

The doctor nodded. “I’m very sure.” He started to pull out the tranquilizer. “At the very least, I think it’s strange how they’re asking so many questions.”

JJ inhaled sharply. He pulled the watch out at the same moment the doctor had the gun out. “What is that?” the detective asked, and the doctor’s eyes widened as he watched JJ flip it open. The doctor aimed the gun, JJ turned back the minute handles, they pulled the trigger and pressed the button at the same time—

++++++++++++++++++++

And then JJ and Chase were back outside, standing in the snow in the front garden. “JJ!” Marvin gasped, and immediately tackled him in a hug. “Are you okay please tell me they didn’t do anything please say you’re okay I know this is time travel and shit but they didn’t try to do anything did they?!”

JJ relaxed, then smiled. We’re both okay, he reported. I rewinded time just in... time.

Marvin laughed.

Meanwhile, Chase was also on the receiving end of a hug tackle. “Do not ever do that again, Chase!” Schneep said in a shaky voice. “I-I did not like—w-we were just standing outside waiting a-and it was—it felt bad. I-I was scared...”

Chase blinked. “...sorry, Schneep.” He hugged him back.

“Seriously, Chase.” Jackie folded his arms. “It worked out this time, but in the future, don’t try to change the plan. Why’d you do that, anyway?”

Chase shook his head. “I just... I didn’t want... I thought I could help if I... if I went along, i-instead of waiting...”

“Not everything can be about you, Chase Brody,” Stacy said, also folding her arms. “You didn’t even realize what you said to JJ, did you?”

“Huh? H-he brought that up too, what—”

JJ shook his head. It’s fine, he said. Let’s forget about it. We have more important things to worry about. He checked the watch. He’d gone a whole half hour back in time. They should be coming soon. 

“What did you two find out?” Schneep asked.

Chase quickly recounted everything, finishing with “—and JJ noticed some flower thing, too, I think.”

It was an iris flower, JJ said. Like the one in the basement below school where the paper-pillar was.

Stacy blinked. “Huh? That’s... interesting. But we can talk about that later. Look!” She pointed down the street, where a familiar set of headlights was driving towards the house.

“Oh shit, everyone shut up!” Marvin whispered. He screwed his eyes shut and began concentrating on gathering heat. The others went quiet, watching the car park and the adults get out. The snow monster formed once again.

Jackie crouched down and grabbed a handful of snowballs. He tossed them across the garden, not aiming for the adults, but instead at their feet. They paused, confused, and gathered around the spot where the snowballs landed. The detective bent over to look at the splatters of snow. And while they were distracted, Marvin blasted the snow monster.

But he hadn’t gathered enough heat this time. The snow monster cried out and stumbled back, becoming something more like a half-melted snow sculpture than the human it was pretending to be. The three adults whirled around. “An Anomaly!” the detective shouted. The woman reached into her coat and pulled out a crowbar, attacking the snow monster, and the men also began attacking, with the doctor pulling out the tranquilizer gun and the detective swinging his fists wildly.

This wasn’t the plan, but it was an opportunity! “Go!” Chase whisper-shouted. The kids all ran across the garden and hurried to the front door, slipping inside while the adults battled the snow monster.

“Oh, back so quickly?” Mom said from the kitchen.

Chase shook the snow off his head. “Yeah, it’s uh... really snowing!” Indeed, in just the few minutes they’d been out there, the snow had really started to come down. Was that because of the snow monster?

“Do you want me to make you some hot chocolate?” Mom offered.

“Oooo! Yes, please!” Chase said, and the other kids all echoed his sentiment.

“I’ll help you, Ms. Walker,” Jackie offered, taking off his coat and boots and heading over to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Marvin stared out the front window. “Guys,” he whispered. “They’re fighting it off.”

The kids all crowded around. They watched as the three adults managed to defeat the snow monster, then looked around in confusion. When their attention turned towards the windows, the kids all ducked down, only to peek back up again right after. The detective was walking over to the corner of the house, where they’d been hiding earlier. Then he walked back to the other two, shaking his head. The adults seemed to have a discussion for a bit... then walked back to the car.

“...huh.” Chase blinked. “I... wonder why they did that.”

“Maybe we scared them off?” Stacy suggested.

“Maybe they are coming back with something,” Schneep whispered.

They silently watched the car drive away.

I don’t want to think about this for the rest of the night, JJ said. Can we just go back to having a fun party? If the Circle does something, we can be prepared for that. But I... I want to have a fun party. We came here for that.

Marvin looked at him. He nodded and looked at the others. “We can do stuff if they start shit again. But... for tonight, can we... have a good Christmas?”

The other three glanced at each other. And Schneep cleared his throat. “Of course we can. Right, Chase?”

“Yeah, we’ll forget about this until later,” Chase said. “Tonight is for fun!”

“Yeah!” Stacy grinned. “I want my first Christmas party to be amazing! It’s been good so far, but let’s finish it with a bang!”

JJ smiled. Thanks, guys.

“Hey little guys!” Jackie poked his head out from the kitchen. “Hot chocolate is almost ready.”

“We’re coming, Jackie!” Chase said, kicking off his boots. “Come on, guys. Let’s make this the best Christmas Eve party ever!”

And thankfully, neither the Circle nor the snow monster showed up again for the rest of the night. The kids had fun playing games, talking with Chase’s cousins, eating the desserts that Mom and the rest of the family had made and bought. Soon, the whole thing had almost slipped out of their minds. Almost. JJ was still aware of the watch in his pocket.

But he didn’t need to use it again that night. That night, things were good. And when their parents arrived to pick Marvin and JJ up, driving through the still-falling snow, the whole group hugged goodbye, and Chase gave each of them a gift bag. “Mom said to get you small gifts so like... here’s some soap, cause that’s what she suggested.” He shrugged, clearly not fully understanding it. But Marvin and JJ appreciated the gesture. Eventually, when Stacy and Jackie left too, he gave them similar gift bags.

None of the kids wanted to go to sleep that night. They wanted to stay up, having more fun with their friends. But it had been a long day. A long, mostly-fun, tiring day. So, in their individual houses, all of them quickly drifted off, heading to sleep the moment they got in bed.

...

Late that night, two teenage boys in coats stopped by the Jackson residence. One of them reached into a flower pot, brushing aside the snow, and picked up the watch. JJ had left it there, just as asked.

“Is it okay?” the one in black asked nervously. “We’re not like... fucking stranded, are we?”

The one in blue checked it over, then sighed in relief. We’re not. Do you want to head back now?

“Yeah, it’s fucking freezing. I want to go home. Or, uh...” He glanced at the house. “Home home.”

HOME home, the other repeated, chuckling. He also looked up at the house, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“What is it? Nostalgia?” the one in black asked. “Dunno why you’d have that. This whole time period kinda... sucked for you.”

I know, it did, but... there’s something about the past that you can’t help but miss, the one in blue said. There were bad things, I know, especially this spring, but... I don’t know. You can’t say you don’t sometimes think things were simpler.

“Yeah... but they’re going to get a lot more complicated, you know. I think they leave for Ireland soon? That trip opens a whole can of fucking worms.”

The one in blue nodded. But... I think it’s better, afterwards. You know?

“...yeah. I think so too.” The one in black took a deep breath. “Now let’s go. No one’s looking, and I don’t think we have to worry about random people with phones in this time period.”

That’s so fair. The one with blue messed with the watch a bit, then held his hand out to the other, who took it, squeezing it tight. A green glow surrounded their linked hands, which grew into a flash. And then they were gone.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove and I felt like some public masochism so here we are!

Edit: Holy fuck this got long, putting it under a read-more.

How many works do you have on ao3?

258 although I orphaned 100 works back in 2020.

What's your total Ao3 word count?

Why. Why would you ask me this. Why would you do this to me.

4,578,245 - although I shudder to think how much it will have gone up by the end of the year.

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly 9-1-1, but I took a nosedive into Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves last year and still have one more fic I'm writing for it. I tend to have quick little detours into other fandoms, which I think is overall a good thing since it helps me flex my writing muscles with different characters and settings. I'm currently working on a fic that is from a show where the main characters are all constantly sassing each other and bickering, and it's pushed me into being witty and sharp with the dialogue and humor in a way that I don't think I have been in quite some time.

Top 5 Fics by Kudos:

Even Steel Blades Need Fire - that's right, a WITCHER fic. HA. You all weren't expecting that!

Leading with the Left - yeah yeah we all knew this one was coming.

Drowning in Dreams (You're My Raft) - I'm constantly surprised this little oneshot I wrote post-tsunami is so popular.

Footprints are More Easily Seen in the Snow - my first Witcher fic I ever wrote and might still actually be my favorite.

Sometimes a Hammer, Sometimes a Lockpick - another Witcher fic! I had a lot of fun with this one.

Do you respond to comments?

I do! I try to respond to every comment I get. I know not everyone can but given the anxiety I know readers have around giving comments I try to show how much every comment is appreciated by me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I do happy endings, overall, but every once in a while I decide to be evil, so it's a tie between the two fics that are about a character dying:

The Soft Goodbye - a Timeless fic that focuses on the idea that time travel, like being in space for a long time, wreaks havoc on your body.

Full Circle - a Doctor Who fic written years ago speculating about the Doctor gifting a dying Donna her memories back so they can say goodbye.

For those of you in the 9-1-1 fandom however, since I'm sure everyone's looking at those two fics going "wait what," the fic with the angstiest ending is:

I'm Not Breathing Unless I'm Giving You CPR - spoiler alert, but I end this fic on an angsty and purposefully ambiguous note. It's up to the reader to decide what sort of ending they get.

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

Uh. All of them, I'd say? With the exception of the two MCD fics above, I deliver happy endings. However based on reader feedback, I think I'll go with...

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows Like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) - the amount of angst in this fic, especially the Bobby and Buck relationship, seems to hit readers extra hard and so the happy ending, especially Buck's reunion with his father figure, is extra joyful and cathartic.

Do you get hate on fics?

I have once in a blue moon gotten "flames," as we used to say. Writing fanfic since I was thirteen, I don't think it's possible to fully avoid a few cranky people with nothing better to do than go around and shit on people's beds. But I've been extraordinarily lucky in the love and kindness I've gotten from my readers.

Do you write smut?

Baby, it's what I'm known for. Honestly sometimes to my chagrin - I hope people enjoy my worldbuilding, characterization, and plots as well - but overall I have a lot of fun writing smut and I love reducing people to slack-jawed water-chugging babbles.

Also someone had to bring the monsterfucking around here so by golly I'm reporting for duty.

Craziest crossover?

I don't do crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup! Someone stole my Budde Porn Star AU and turned it into a Rooster/Hangman from TG:M fic. Someone kindly alerted me and I was able to report it to Ao3. Truly a surreal experience.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Multiple times. It's deeply flattering and I really admire translators who put in the work to take something from one language and convey the same meanings, flow, and story in another. Translation is a genuine art form, if you ask me.

Have you co-written a fic before?

Yes! A few times, all with my beloved @extasiswings. We did one Timeless fic together whispers like poetry and we had such fun that when I started my first long, plot-ty Buddie fic I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) and panicked, I roped her into finishing it with me.

We also co-wrote Carbon Date Me, Excavate Me because I was in a bad writing slump and she graciously made everything better, and then A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (But Love is Undefinable) because she uno reverse'd me.

All time favorite ship?

I've been shipping for so long it's incredibly hard to pick just one, but I think given the sheer depth of my insanity, I have to say Buddie. I haven't had a ship grip me like this in... ever, actually. Honestly after being burned hard on some previous ships in my time, names redacted to protect the guilty (me), I didn't think it was possible to love a ship this much, and yet here I am.

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I plan to finish all of my WIPs. Once I start a fic I'm committed to finishing it. I do however have a couple fic ideas that I don't think I'll ever actually write.

What are your writing strengths?

Um. Smut, apparently. I also seem to do well with fusions; that is, taking one trope or setting and fusing it with another in a sort of plot mash-up. And people seem to really like my world building.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a hyper-sexual person who is very casual about sexual relationships and so sometimes I think as a result I have characters think with their cocks a bit too much and jump too quickly into sex, and sometimes there's more smut than plot. Run-on sentences, my beloved (and my editor's beloathed). I tend to write out-of-order and so sometimes little plot details can contradict, not be followed up on, or get lost in the shuffle.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don't really write dialogue in another language in most of my fandoms, but in a few it's come up and I've approached it in different ways.

In Timeless, the character Garcia Flynn's first language is Croatian, so I would have him sometimes speak in it. In my dragon!Jaskier series, I was able to bastardize some of the Draconic from D&D (mixed with some Germanic root languages) for when he was cursing or communicating with his draconic family. In both cases, the other language was limited to only a line or two of dialogue, or perhaps a single word, so I wrote the dialogue in that language, and then had a translation guide at the bottom of the fic.

This tends to be my modus operandi, an exception being Xenk speaking Thayan, because I couldn't find any actual Thayan for the life of me, so I just describe how the phrase sounds or allude to him muttering something/swearing/etc. Since Ed, a former spy, also speaks Thayan, he can then inform the reader through his thought-process what the Thayan meant.

Occasionally, I will have two characters speaking in another language and simply italicize their words and have a line of description saying "they switch to French" or something similar, since I don't want readers to have to scroll up and down to understand an entire conversation.

In my original novels, however - the Horsemen quartet specifically - the characters communicate about fifty percent of the time through sign language. It's become the lingua franca, because noise alerts zombies and ASL is a silent language. In the books, I write the dialogue as I would English, and simply have the dialogue tag "she signed" instead of "she said."

As someone who speaks other languages but for whom English is their first, I'm not sure I get to really speak on how and when one should use other languages in one's predominantly-English fic in a predominantly-English-speaking fandom and online space. All I can say is that I listen to what others say in regards to what is most respectful and comfortable, and I don't have any personal preference in how a writer handles the use of secondary languages in their writing.

First fandom you wrote in?

I'm not sure which came first since they were right on top of each other, but Lord of the Rings and Pirates of the Caribbean.

Favorite fic you've written?

Well that's just mean. How dare you. I don't have one favorite fic, that's like asking me to choose a favorite child.

I will say I am particularly fond of In the Gray You are Golden. I banged it out in a day in some kind of fugue state and I do think it's one of my best works.

Someday when I am filthy rich I will commission someone to draw it as a comic, especially the reunion scene between Buck, Eddie, and Christopher.

Tagging, with no pressure:

@princessfbi @buckttommy @extasiswings @kitkatpancakestack @gracieryder (once again I typed your fucking old url like five times...)

aaaaaaand @givemeunicorns.

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku supernatural au

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked on titles are mine.

Some contain mature content. Read tags.

Art work by @veve {twitter}.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Under the Full Moon

by shalia_earante

Summary: Katsuki is finally ready to propose courtship to his nerdy ghost Deku, but the boy is nowhere to be found!

One Shot | SFW

Werewolf Baku x Ghost Deku

A Cat Named Deku by silentsongbird

Summary: Bakugou begrudgingly takes in a stray cat that has been hanging around his home. He says he's motivated by the weather turning colder, but he just can't resist the little fur ball. One night, Deku decides to let him in on a little secret.

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - Mature

Cursed Shifter Deku x Human Baku

Blood Oath by Kolista

Summary: “Being alive ain’t worth shit if you don’t got something to live for,” I tell her with a sneer.

“Yes,” she pauses with a knowing tilt to her head. “To bad I am not alive.”

I laugh at her then. A deep one that has my chest shaking and when I settle down a little I start to feel a bit woozy. Whatever the fuck that old man puts in that brown water he calls ale has finally caught up with me. Or so I think.

The vampire bitch leans in close to me. Those disgusting red tipped finger nails graze my inner thigh as she whisper in my ear, “you’re going to make such a fine pet once we’re done with you. I bet you look splendid with a collar wrapped tight around that pretty neck of yours.”

— — —

Or Baku is kicked out of his pack and forced to make it on his own. He doesn't get far before he's scooped up and held prisoner at The Shelter, a supernatural black market where you can purchase anyone for any price. Bakugou is purchased by Izuku, a vampire prince whose in need of a bodyguard and the enemy to Kat's people. Now he must choose between his people or the one person he's supposed to hate.

Complete | 40 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

Vampire Deku x Werewolf Baku

The Morning-After Pill Doesn't Work On Werewolves, You Damn Deku!

by greatcloudninja

Summary: “All Supes have a secondary gender separate from the regular gender spectrum: alpha, beta, and omega. Alpha Supes—even non-werewolves—develop knots. And omega Supes, even those who have male genitalia, develop certain characteristics as well… like the fact that all omega werewolves can get pregnant if they have sex with an alpha during the full moon.”

Recently-turned vampire Midoriya Izuku wakes up in a hotel room, naked and vulnerable to encroaching morning sunlight, with a stranger on the other side of the bed. Except the stranger isn't a stranger at all—Bakugou Katsuki was his babysitter growing up, the older boy Izuku idolized and crushed on. Now he's getting a very... hands-on lesson in what separates the supernatural community from 'normal' humanity, as he realizes he's become very intimately connected with Bakugou in a way he never imagined.

One Shot | OmegaVerse

Rated - Explicit

Vampire Deku x Werewolf Baku

my love is always bitter/yearning

by lovemepidge

Summary: Two vampires get drunk and describe each other looks as they cannot use mirrors

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Vampire Baku x Vampire Deku

Not Enough Time With You

by schrammashley1

Summary: Bakugou and Midoriya have already spent more than two lifetimes together yet, Christmas remains Izuku's favorite holiday and Katsuki realizes the nerd always gets what he wants.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Vampire Baku x Vampire Deku

An Aching Desire to Find

by psycovibes

Summary: It's been years since he last saw that freckled face, those viridian eyes that looked at him as if he was the most beautiful poem ever written.

The pull on his heart had only grown stronger with his will to find him. He would do anything to hear that voice say his name again.

He would give anything to find him.

One Shot | Victorian AU | Not Rated

Vampire Baku x Vampire Deku

Vampires Versus Wild by skyfallgar

Summary: Izuku barged into their shared home, panic written across his face. “Kacchan! we have a problem.”

“No,” Katsuki said. “YOU have a problem.”

He then pointed a finger at the intruder. “I have an idiot who keeps getting into one.”

“Mean, Kacchan,” Izuku pouted.

“So, what is it this time?” Katsuki asked.

“I told vampire hunters we were vampires,” he blurted.

“You did WHAT??”

— — —

OR Vampires bkdk keep pranking each other every 50 years or so.

One Shot | SFW

Vampire Baku x Vampire Deku

Lovebites by mynameis152

Summary: Katsuki Bakugou was going to hate this summer.

He thought he'd hate it because he was being forced to leave home and work for his mother's friend in a small, seaside town. He thought he'd hate it cause he was being punished for burning his room to a crisp. He thought he'd hate it because he hated change.

But it turns out, he hated the Supernatural Turfwar between four species that shouldn't exist but do a whole lot more....

— — —

Or The one where Katsuki is forced to move in with Inko for the summer and finds himself falling for a particular bloodsucker....

Complete | 57 Chapters

Rated - Explicit