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sleepy-writes-stuff · 1 year

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(short continuation to the prompt I wrote, which is linked below. I thought I was done with this, but then @victoria-has-no-secret and @bluerosefox had some ideas to incorporate into it. Screenshots of said ideas are also below but are sprinkled throughout the post too.)

(*) = Me building off of other ideas

TW: mentions of animal death

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After the whole fiasco with the Justice League, Danny gets an idea. Not very many people actually know about Laika, at least from what he could see of the majority of the Justice League who had never learned about her. Although, to be fair, a lot of them come from different planets. Either way, it gives Danny the idea to create a YouTube channel starring Laika to teach the people of Earth about the pup.

The channel immediately garners attention from all around the world, and even winds up on a couple of news stations too! It grows so much that Danny decides to expand further than just Laika, but to the other things that were sent into space in the quest for knowledge: The space rovers as well as many other animals.

Laika even leads Danny to them as he ventures further into space with a specially made camera that can withstand traversing space and the differing atmosphereic conditions of other planets. He manages to find every single one of them, discovering that maybe Laika hadn't been as alone as he'd first thought as he watches and records her playing with the spirits (imprints?) of the rovers, chimps, mice, and many other animals haunting the endless void of the cosmos.

People back on earth are going wild with the knowledge that their hopes, thoughts, and feelings helped to give life to beings that had long been dead/stopped working. They have no idea what to feel about this new information except an amalgamation of pure awe, curiosity, joy, guilt, and sadness. They still mourned the loss of Laika, the rovers, and everyone before and after them, but knowing that their existence wasn't completely lost soothed an ache many didn't know they carried with them when they were there to witness the beginning of such astronomical leaps in technology.

To also know that out of the many stars shooting across the sky, one of them might be Laika happily racing amongst the stars with her friends brought many to tears. At every opportunity, they wished for the sweet pup's happiness and the continuing health of their own furry companions down on Earth with them. They also wished that upon the eventuality that they have to part with their companions that maybe a few of them would join Laika and her friends in stars to keep them company for many years to come.

Although many of these wishes were heard by Desiree, she refused to touch such hopeful and well-meaning wishes for fear of twisting them in unseemly ways, allowing them to form on their own. The other ghosts among Danny's rouges even made a deal with each other to not interfere or attack the town when Danny was recording his videos out in space.

It was beyond bad manners to interfere with another ghost's obsession, after all.

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I'm gonna go cry some more. I've learned more about the progress of space exploration in the past couple hours than I probably should. This is the last thing I'm adding onto this prompt. If any of y'all wanna continue it, be my guest!

Notes:

(*) One more thing to add. Where are the ghost hunters/Guys in White during all of this? If they start making a fuss over Phantom and all the ghost animals, do they get a bunch of civilians raiding their government facilities and causing them bodily harm? What's happening with the Justice League? Are they sitting back and eating popcorn while all this goes down? Who knows. :)

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deadbydangit · 9 months

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Maybe a super duper fluffy moment between masked killer and S/o? Like they're laying down and they notice S/o is quiet for a second. She then takes their unmasked face and says "You're so pretty. Not sure how I got lucky to have you."

This with Ghostface, Frank, Joey Huntress and Trapper? Thank you!

I'm having a bit of trouble with this prompt, so I changed it a bit. Hope that's okay. Please enjoy.

A Reader with a mask killer s/o who wants to see their face

Ghostface, Legion (Frank), Legion (Joey), Huntress, Trapper

Ghostface

Do. Not. Touch. His. Mask.

Seriously.

Don't.

He won't even let you.

No.

Don't look at him like that.

Come on!

Ugh! Fine!

Count yourself lucky.

He's got to keep his identity hidden!

You should know that!

Only under a few conditions.

One: No one else is around.

And I mean no one but you.

Two: it's only for a second.

Three: you'll have to do something for him at a later time.

If you choose to accept, then be ready.

Cause Danny is a stunner.

Tell him he's gorgeous.

Because, deep down, he isn't the most confident in his looks.

Before he pulls his mask up, pull him in for a real kiss.

After that day, he might leave his mask off once in a while.

Only around you though.

Legion (Frank)

Even though he acts tough, he really doesn't feel that way.

Yes, his mask hides his face.

But it also shields him from the world around him.

He's experienced enough neglect and cruelty at the hand of his foster parents that he wants to hide himself.

Frank will take it off for you.

He just needs a safe space to do so.

He'd prefer if the rest of the Legion was around.

And he's only going to take it off for you when he really trusts you.

It's going to be a spur of the moment thing.

"Hey, S/O. I know you've been asking to see me with my mask on so... Here."

He'll pull it down, but he won't look you in the eye.

Find a way to show him how much this little act means to you and how much you love him.

Legion (Joey)

You want him to take off his mask?

Sure, okay.

Unlike Frank, Joey doesn't really hide behind it for anything.

Okay, he isn't very clean shaven and that's kind of embarrassing.

But other than that, who cares.

He just wears it because the rest of the Legion does.

He just kind of incorporated it into his own style and kept it.

But, yeah.

He doesn't care where you do it.

Although, keeping the other killers and survivors guessing about what he looks like adds a mysterious aura around him.

So maybe just with the other Legion around.

He's a pretty good looking guy.

Make sure to say that.

Because, if you do, he'll have it on a lot less for you.

Not to mention, kisses are just better that way.

Huntress

Has she never taken it off in front of you?

Guess not.

She'll take it off, but she doesn't want the survivors to see.

She likes to keep them scared.

The mask is the only thing she has from her mother.

So, she will take it off.

But don't expect it to leave her hands.

She has a very chiseled face with some hardened features.

But she also has pretty cute rosy cheeks.

Be sure to tell her that.

Because she'll blush and those cheeks will turn even redder.

Since Anna's mask doesn't cover her mouth, kisses are the same.

However, you can kiss her nose and forehead now!

And she loves that.

So make sure to give her plenty.

Trapper

His face?

Yeah, what about it?

You want to see it?

Why?

He doesn't find himself physically attractive and doesn't want to frighten you off.

He'll make himself seem like some monster without it on.

"I have scars and scratches all over."

"My eyes are sunken and have deep bags."

"My-"

Just shut him up.

Tell him that no matter how awful he thinks he looks, that you're always going to love him.

Make sure it's in private.

He wants the survivors and killers to be scared of him.

Or at the very least weary.

He prides himself on being a rough mysterious guy.

Albeit hesitant, Evan will remove his mask.

He does have scars and scratches.

His eyes are sunk and hollow.

But he's handsome in every way.

Tell him that.

Praise every little detail.

Let him know how much you adore him.

Kiss every inch of his face.

Then, maybe, just maybe, he'll take it off around you a bit more.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd trapper #dbd joey #dbd frank #dbd huntress

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martynrandles · 1 year

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I was traveling back from Caernarfon the weekend before last on this very stretch of road & saw that a Fox & a Badger had been killed.

As a boy aged 12 in the 1980’s I was hit by a car & knocked off my bicycle, believe you me I am still in pain, I can’t take pain killers due to the amount of pain killers prescribed to me as a child messing with my heart condition. So from aged 18 to now knocking on the doors of my half century I’ve had to learn to deal with it. The women who pulled out and hit me with her car in the 1980’s said she didn’t see me. Time slowed down & I didn’t feel a thing but saw everything in extreme slow motion, until I hit the ground. I did feel as though giant wings were wrapped around me. My point is it was a Sunday afternoon, her being in a rush destroyed my life, made an already disabled boy more disabled… yet good luck getting help in Britain if your disabled.

I was forced into hauling on my bicycle brakes when an on duty policeman in north Devon decided to speed up the hill in the rain without his lights on. I highsided my brand new bicycle and bent the frame. What the fuck was he in such a rush for late at night? Badgers regularly used to accompany me up that hill as my dicky ticker doesn’t allow me to cycle up hill. This one beautiful Badger, fearless amazing creature used to even walk up ahead then wait for me to catch him up, even chilling out waiting with me half way up the steep hill before the nightmare Summit. I eventually went to see a GP about my hip, 2011 the preventable “accident” happened, 2012 I went to see a quack about my hip & came out (eventually) with heart failure. To be fair I’d lost so much weight as I had contracted an “unknown virus” whilst surfing north Devon’s so called blue flag beaches… & I’m not the only surfer from that village either.

I have witnessed drivers nowadays in England, driving way too bloody fast, without a care for their own safety, the safety of others & not even giving a flying fuck about wildlife (please excuse my language if you’re easily offended, but as an actual Englishman who studied linguistics at University “flying fuck” is the appropriate usage… as in: it’s obvious the British Government do not give a flying fuck about the British Taxpayer or the NHS… etc,.) If you care about all creatures great & small & can spare a few moments to sign the petition above, you will help to make a difference to local wildlife in Britain that the Government & the elites would rather cull or hunt to extinction.

Once the elites are done getting rid of the wildlife they don’t have a use for guess who’s next? I’ll give you a clue, actually I’ll just make it plain & simple, “We” are next on their list.

Please accept my apologies if anything I have written offends or causes any upset to any reader. It is never my intention to do so. But today is a day I dread every year, Danny died today 4 years ago, he was my best friend. And he’d love my rant today… rest in peace Danny boy, & if you still love mischief go fuck with the bastards while they sleep. RIP dude, catch a wave for me buddy x

#badger #badgers #british wildlife #help our wildlife #we are custodians of this planet #fox #Foxes #roadkill #fuck the British Government #your elected politicians don’t give a flying fuck about anything #drivers slow the fuck down #was it worth killing that animal with your car so you could get home to watch whatever bullshit you can’t live without?#slow the fuck down #safe crossing points for wildlife

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trinoxtrinox · 2 years

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This is bad, very bad.

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Flight

Summary: Vlad has won, he now owns the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage, he's oficially the new Ghost King, and Danny was in front of him defeated.

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This was the worst day of Danny’s life, he couldn’t stop Vlad in time, and now the fruit loop has the Ring of Rage and the Crown of Fire in his power.

“Well well well Daniel, it seems like everything has come out perfectly swell for me, hasn’t it?” Vlad began to boast as he extended his arm to look at his hand with the ring more closely.

“Shut up Vlad,” Danny said while grabbing his own stomach, there were some gashes on his hazmat suit, and from them there could be seen some slashes from which some blood and ectoplasm was dripping through as well as a lot of burnt skin, the former caused by Vlad’s claws if his own bloodied hands are to be believed, and the latter by the same ghost’s ecto blasts that hit dead center in the objective.

“I don’t think I will Daniel, no.” The older halfa looked at the other younger member of his species, happy to find him pretty beat up after their fight for the artifacts. Granted Vlad himself was hurt as well, but thanks to the power coursing through him brought by the ring and the crown he could feel his regeneration powers kicking up a notch and beginning to heal him way faster than they did before. “I’ll give you the offer once more, renounce your oaf of a father and join me, become my apprentice and son.”

“There’s *huff* no way I’ll do that *huff* you fruitloop.” Danny was breathing hard now, and he could feel how he was beginning to lose the battle to stay awake through this all. He remained firm though, and stood his ground against his opponent.

“Well, as you wish then, I’ll just have to get rid of him myself and take you as my son. Should that fail I can always make more clones of you.” The predatory smile Vlad gave upon noticing the fear in Phantom’s eyes was only exacerbated. Especially once he saw the rings appear around his body and witnessed Danny change back to his human form. “Not that it’ll be so hard with you in such a weak condition, now I just have to lock you up and I’ll be on my merry way to have my revenge on Jack once and for all.”

“In your dreams Vlad.” and taking a big gulp of air, Danny began sinking on the ground the moment he noticed Vlad look away after that failed attempt at a mockery.

“My dreams, dear Daniel, are what are going to become a reality now, if only you could see how beneficial it would be for you to follow along, it would make everything-” King Plasmius gazed once again where Danny once stood, however now only empty space was there, not a single trace of him present in the entirety of his new keep, “-easier. Where did you go Daniel? How did you even do that? Daniel? Daniel!?”

Vlad’s screams could be heard from all around the keep, however Danny didn’t bother to turn around and recognize what he was saying, for he was now flying across the Ghost Zone towards the Fenton Ghost Portal, hoping against all odds that he would be able to reach there and close it before the fruitloop reaches him and begins his own plans for world domination or something equally crazy.

“I need to warn everyone.” Was the only thought bouncing inside his brain as he muttered to himself the list of people and ghosts that would need to hear such a warning. Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Val, his mom and dad, Frostbite, Pandora, Dora, Sidney, Ember, Johnny, Kitty, and many more would need to be spoken to in order to avoid anyone being ended.

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Chaos #Day 20 #Flight #Danny Phantom #Vlad Masters #Vlad Plasmius #Danny Fenton #Ghost King Vlad Masters

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katb357 · 2 years

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Sicktember 24: “I Need You to Pull Over.”

S. McGarrett/D. Williams/Hawaii 5-0

Thanks for the RP Xav!

Danny’s left hand flew to his mouth as that all-too-familiar sensation of nausea intensified. His right hand, white-knuckled, was anchored against the dashboard. “I need you to pull over, Steve,” he croaked. “NOW!” He should’ve known better than to come to work when he was dealing with the tail-end of the stomach flu. Of course, the maniac was going to cause mayhem. And Danny really didn’t want to puke out his guts in front of that barbarian. Especially not in his freshly cleaned car.

“Wait a few Danno we almost got this guy!” Steve shouted back. “I… don’t think you understand, Steve.” He turned his head toward the driver’s seat. Of course, he would probably regret vomiting in that direction the next time he had to drive, but it would be sweet revenge if it ended up in Steve’s lap. “Forget this guy… I… need… OUT.”

Steve glanced over at his partner and the light bulb finally lit. “OH…! Don’t puke in the car, Danno!” He slowed down and headed for the side of the road. Danny lurched out of the car just in time and lost his cookies. All of ‘em. When he was finally finished, his knees felt wobbly, and he had to grab hold of the car to ease himself back inside.

Steve was there with a towel from his go-bag and a bottle of water. He never said a word, just handed them over silently.

Danny wiped at his face and took a drink of the water. “Thanks, Pal.” He fastened his seat belt and leaned back in his seat. “Nice ‘n slow… take me home.”

“You’re comin’ to my place where I can keep an eye on you. Obviously, you came back too soon. Not gonna let that happen again. Just relax. I’ll give you a nice smooth ride.”

Danny’s eyes drifted closed. He wanted to argue, but he felt too crappy. He would just go with it. Still… he wasn’t so sure he trusted Steve to keep that promise of a nice smooth ride. He gripped the door handle tightly, just in case, and prayed that the drug smuggler they had been chasing wouldn’t show up again.

Steve eased the Camaro into gear and to Danny’s shock, kept the car at or under the speed limit all the way back to the house, thus proving he could drive like a normal human being when he wanted to. “We’re home, partner.”

“I’m gonna remember that buddy.” Danny was still sitting in his seat, eyes closed, but his grip on the door handle had loosened.

Steve grinned. “You want me to carry you over the threshold there, princess? Or are you gonna get outta the car on your own?”

“I’m movin’, I’m movin’.” Danny opened the door and stepped out. His knees were still wobbly, and he held onto the car for a minute to get his balance. “Aren’t you curious what I’m gonna remember?”

“My good looks and attentiveness to you in your time of need?” “Don’t make me hurl again.” Danny felt the nausea building. Damn… why couldn’t he shake this bug?! “No… I’m gonna remember you know how to drive like something other than a maniac.”

“Ha! Won’t do you any good. I’ll deny it to my dying breath.”

Danny reached to grab Steve’s arm. “Gimme my keys. Drive your own damn car.” The movement threw him off balance and he almost ended up on the ground. “Just get me inside and on the couch, pal.”

“Why should I drive my truck when your Camaro is so much faster and convenient? Besides, you like being chauffeured around and you know it. And you can’t drive in your condition anyway.” This monologue was spoken the whole time Steve was practically carrying Danny inside the house and onto the couch. He placed a pillow under Danny’s head and a blanket over him.

“Puke bucket,” Danny said. His eyes were already closed again.

“I’m getting it. Gimme a second.” Said bucket was placed strategically near Danny a few moments later, and Steve went to the kitchen to pour his partner some 7-UP.

When Steve brought the glass out to him, Danny tried to sit up a little. He looked at it, then squinted up at Steve. “Didja stir it up? It’s gotta be flat.”

“Picky, picky.” Steve sighed, then used the straw to stir the drink. “There, happy?”

“I just puked my guts out on the side of the road. No, I’m not happy. But this’ll help the nausea better this way. I learned that when Grace was sick a couple weeks ago.” Danny sipped the 7 UP through the straw and grimaced slightly. He didn’t like it flat, but he knew it would help more.

Later that evening, Steve got Danny ready for bed and headed upstairs himself. He didn’t mind an early evening once in a while. The following morning, he got up to check on Danny.

He found Danny in the kitchen making pancakes. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I was starting to wonder if I needed to blast an air horn at your door to wake you up or something.”

Steve gingerly shook his head. “No, I’m fine. But I think I’ll skip the pancakes this morning. I’m running late for work. Look, I think it would be best if I leave the Camaro here for you. My truck isn’t running right. It needs a ring job. I called Kono. She’s gonna pick me up.”

Danny frowned. “Skipping my pancakes? Hang on… Steve, you look a little green.”

Just then Kono pulled up, and Steve headed out the door before Danny could get any further.

They got halfway to the Palace when it hit. Steve looked over at Kono… “I need you to pull over…NOW!”

The End

#sicktember 2022 #hawaii 5 0 #steve mcgarrett #danny williams

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tizzymcwizzy · 2 years

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wip game!! :D

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

thanks @zivazivc @anna-scribbles and @carpisuns for tagging me! this is really good timing cause i have SO fucking many wips that im working on rn hddhhd

also! im gonna be leaving for vacation today! so! i may answer your ask tomorrow and not rn cause i need to get on a plane! dhdhhdJDJDHFG please feel free to send lots of asks about multiple tho, there's too many of these

(some date back to around 2019 some are very recent as of like, yesterday)

DIVIDED BY FANDOM AND TYPE:

miraculous ladybug

ART WIPS:

adrinette cuddle hours

horror

jumpscare

recognized

marichat cuddles

rings (on makeup file)

marichat painting nails

dump and stuff

digital redraws

chat noir comic

DUMP (sketches)

DUMP (memora)

whose woods these are marichat

tizzy's wips

disguise

more dump

letters

fashion kids

thinking of family

trapped

ladymonk designs

marichat romeo juliet

ghost of your past

don't ask me what this means

nightgown adrien

mlb x toh crossover

FICS:

asnyr (a stranger's new years resolution)

FINALLY THE LIBRARY AU

plus one

memora

the whisps decide her fate

villain au 2.0

when i wake there you are, just for me

it's you

of flowers and feathers

he could handle this

"we're not like everyone else," felix said

adrien bitching at his dad blurb

"god, and the fact that I would let her,"

ladymonk

POETRY:

oh to the truest love of things

how i knew it was over

ladynoir kissing poetry

she says i love you

oh dear god what is it to be a man in love

the owl house

ART WIPS:

hollow mind

hunter sketchdump

get yo girl bitch

outfits

lumity kiss

mlb x toh crossover

toh and at dumps

hunter redraw doodle

waffle house

(the following are from the past week)

truama talk

sandwich

give me your hand

makeover

makeover dump

hit him in a heartbeat now

something that you once where

white boy wednesday

he's a hunter

leave him alone

FICS/CONCEPTS:

late night walks through a green wood

memories of most exquisite anguish

"oh my goodness, Philip? Is that you?"

hexsquad motorcycle

hunters journey down the knee notes

POETRY:

there's this string that ties us together

is this what it's like to be loved without condition?

personal/other

skid and mari

untitled

snales

ocs

class 3

him

SNAIL WIP

last girl

the seamstress

weird

danny testing

class 5

stuff

GUY

whatever the fuck

marcie

dilves

CHRIST that was long,, anyway there's no way in hell i can tag enough people so ill abstain dfghhhff feel free to do this if you want to tho!

#when i tell you there are so many of these i meant there are SO many of these dhdhhdjdjf #tizzy talks #ask game #wip ask game #and i also mean it when i say ask for multiple cause for some of these i wouldn't post otherwise #go apeshit my friends

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streamsofstardust · 2 years

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The only “tea” I have on her is that she posted talking shit about SHEIN and basically being ignorant to the fact that people who can’t afford nice clothing have to shop there. And when the josh shit went down she immediately deleted all comments and turned them off and then posted a picture of josh on her story. Like truly tonedeaf and it was an old photo of josh from days ago. She took a serious situation and made a joke out of by mocking the whole movement and getting herself involved in something that had nothing to do with her

I'm gonna break this up just bc it's easier for me to organize my thoughts

1- full transparency, i buy most of my clothes from shein. not because i can't afford it from other places but because i can get cute shit that's cheap and doesn't take super long to arrive. i know some people shop there because they can't afford higher end things. i know some people shit on fast fashion bc of the environmental impact and labor issues. to that i say go bitch to the millionaires and billionaires wasting money and causing more issues for the environment. go bitch to government agencies who refuse to properly regulate working conditions. don't bitch at consumers who are literally just a product of the atmosphere. you have an issue with shein? don't shop there. no one is forcing you to. leave the comments about it being a problem site to yourself because i guarantee most of the people using those sites do not give a fuck

2- the shit about josh and the comments was likely bc people kept harassing her about it. i definitely think josh should've handled the situation differently and much better and sooner than he did but I'm not out of line when i say people took it too far and then were immediately like oop ok he apologized all better now. again, where was that energy for danny???? I'm not getting into that tho bc i'll get really pissed. bottom line is it's her instagram and personally i wouldn't want people coming for my throat over someone else's actions that i have zero control over. idk just me

3- i don't think she was mocking it at all. i think she was staying out of it honestly and doing what she had done and continues to do: post pics of the guys. if she didn't make a post about the josh thing people were gonna bitch. if she did make a post people were gonna bitch. you can't fucking win when you're in the position because not every single person is going to agree on what the right move is. she didn't dress him and she didn't make the posts. i know we joke about the guys not having access to their own accounts but let's be real, they probably do. josh is 26, he can respond accordingly on his own. there was no reason whatsoever for people to go screaming at anyone other than the person who did something they shouldn't have

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jb3islife · 2 years

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Love is Like a Playing Card (J. Daniel Atlas) Chapter XIV

Sutton and Merritt quickly changed their outfits upon arriving backstage.

“Hey!” Lula waved as the mentalists appeared.

“Nice work, lady,” Merritt told her as he flipped his fedora on his head. Lula thanked him. The three walked up to the stage to wait.

Jack let out a sigh. “I’m actually nervous. I’m not even going on stage.”

“Me too,” Sutton smiled at him, reminding him he wasn’t alone. The two stretched their hands out to one another in front of Lula, giving the other a small squeeze in comfort.

“You know, I’ve heard that if you’re nervous, it can be really helpful to picture each other naked,” Lula told him. Sutton and Merritt stifled their laughs as Danny walked up between them.

“It’s actually ‘picture the audience naked,” Danny reminded her.

“No, this is new. This is a new science,” Lula told Jack. “So, I don’t know, do you wanna- we should try it.”

“Not the right mood,” Jack explained, looking off to the stage.

“I guess that leaves you and me, old buddy,” Merritt told Danny.

“What?” Danny asked. “Oh, to picture each other- No. No, thank you.”

“Hey, look- I mean, I admit, from the neck up, there are issues, but from the neck down, The David,” Merritt responded with a straight face. Sutton snorted a laugh. Danny gave her a look.

Lula grabbed Sutton’s shoulders. “I think what Sutton means to say is, she and Danny don’t need to leave things to the imagination. They are a much better pair for this experimental activity,” she winked.

Danny and Sutton looked at Lula in shock, then at each other. Thankfully, the announcer’s voice came over the speakers to inhibit their responses.

“Good morning, Octa-lites,” Merritt whispered into his headset. Owen’s voice repeated it to the audience. The audience cheered. “Now I’ve made the claim that Octa Eight was pure magic, but the truth is, that’s just one of those things I say. When, in fact, I mean something else. What else do I mean? Well, here to fill you in on some of my fabulous lies and hypocrisy, and to perform some of the most dazzling feats of magic you have ever seen, they are the world’s greatest magicians here to expose me for the fraud I truly am. Ladies and gentlemen, here are the Horsemen!”

“Showtime,” Jack whispered to Sutton as the two stepped back.

The two held hands as they watched their fellow Horsemen leap out into yet another performance without them, both sighing heavily. They heard the audience erupt into cheers.

“I better get going, Sut,” Jack told her. Sutton nodded as Jack kissed her cheek and left.

“Hello, New York!” Danny’s announcer-voice projected. “Thank you so much!”

“Hey, it’s great to be back!” Merritt told the audience.

“Have you met our newest Horseman?” Danny asked. “Lula!” Sutton winced as Danny introduced the world to Lula in the same place Henley once stood. “It feels good, right?” Danny asked Lula.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good,” Lula confirmed. “Pretty good.”

“Thank you, thank you. Uh, okay. We wanna talk to you about your privacy. Now, what does your privacy mean to you?” Danny questioned the audience.

“‘Cause apparently to Owen Case, it means absolutely nothing,” Merritt explained.

“No, actually it means less than absolutely nothing,” Lula clarified. “You see, he’s mocked your privacy. He’s scorned it.”

“Right, and we’re not just talking about the things you’ve already agreed to,” Danny explained further, “when you signed, uh, probably without reading, um, the terms and conditions of Octa’s one through seven.”

“Dylan,” Jack’s voice came over Sutton’s earpiece, “the FBI is here.”

“Oh, uh, don’t worry about it,” Danny told him. “Go to plan C4.” Sutton shook it off. She wasn’t part of that plan.

“Before we start the show, we had Owen agree to a few terms and conditions of our own,” Lula explained to the audience. “So, everything that he had once considered-”

Lula’s microphone started to crack and the sound of a speaker backfiring rang through the stage. Now, Sutton became worried.

“Yeah, everything, uh, that he once considered private,” Danny explained, trying to save the show, “is now-”

Danny’s microphone was lost now too. Sutton felt her heart begin to race. Another crack and backfire sounded, then a strange, creepy voice began to speak to the audience.

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Dear Papa,

I regret to have to write to you upon less than joyous terms, but fates argue not, I suppose. I must stress, for the betterment of everyone's damn paranoia worry, that dear Eli and I were not drunk. Elias were feeling under the weather after returning from the beach with Anastasia, supplying him with some medicine had been the cause of his drowsiness, fatigue, and loopy behavior. I, myself, were quite out of it due to my own fatigue. But nonetheless, no alcohol was consumed, as I am quite upset that I must even warn in the first place for how low everyone presumes Elias and I. Fret not, Lewis and Daniel shall be returned safely. I have managed to scrub up what I can to ensure a train ride for them back home by today. Write back when you feel to, I hope to hear of how home and the family fares if you should oblige, and I love you most dearly.

—Yr most affectionate son, Philip Hamilton-Laurens

Dear son,

I received with pleasure your letter, my dear Pip, in spite of the circumstances that beset us I am grateful that you always remember your promise to write when you have time. You Father and I are happy that you have communicated, not under the best of circumstances but my heart is glad to receive news of your good. I understand your discomfort and the background of your letter, I am glad to hear that both you and Eli are in better condition than we thought last night, you can't blame us for being paranoid about alcohol. I have neither you nor Eli on the low, but explanations, if you want them, are best given here when you return. Nevertheless, I want you to understand our concern, I am sorry that dear Eli was uncomfortable after going to the beach, I'm grateful that you were able to give him medication for his recovery, and I hope he is feeling better, I'm sorry Lewis and Danny arrived that way, you shouldn't spend that money on them, so I'm sending you the ticket price again in the letter envelope.

Today Bookie left for Italy, it's the only news I can write you without causing you any concern, besides that we miss you, Eli and Annie very dearly around here, and we hope you will come back. Remember that the transport will go for you on the given day, unless you tell me that you wish to extend the trip, depending on what pleases you the most. Remember that I love you, that I love you, thousands of kisses for you, Eli and the little princess, may my hugs reach you while I can't give them here.

A good day and night, to my dear offspring,

Alexander Hamilton.

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yetanothergreyjedi · 3 years

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What We Might've Been: Part 3

Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 2

Part 4

Inspired by @liminalhollow 's spork AU

For @dargeon-lissa @dp-marvel94 @aethtalon

Also if you like this story, you might like Warped Mirror by @ectoentity

(Comments and questions are appreciated)

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The next conversation was painful. Not literally, but that was only because they hadn't let Mr. Uses-the-word-'ghost'-as-an-insult get his hands on anything that could cause pain. (Tucker was trying to think of a time when Danny would've said something like that. It would've had to have been pretty early after he got his powers, but there really wasn't a big window between 'Oh, ghosts are real' and "I'm a ghost?' so Tucker didn't think there was any point when he would've. It wasn't even that creative.) Actually, that wasn't the only thing that didn't quite line up about this guy. Like the hazmat suit, it was like his before the accident only... armored? Slightly? It was different and something Tucker would've absolutely remembered. Then there was fact that he hadn't seen him use any ghost powers... Yeah, they were going to bring all this up when they got to Clockwork.

Anyway, the conversation when about as well as could be expected when the person with most of the information didn't want to talk, thought one of you was a ghost that had stolen his life, and became more mistrustful when they tried to defend him. Honestly, whatever ghosthunter had decided to publish the 'Ghosts are highly manipulative' line, Tucker hoped they became a ghost when they died.

But, yeah, words had gotten them nowhere, didn't seem to be getting any closer to anywhere, so Sam knocked the guy out. They'd dragged him into the Specter Speeder, and were now on the way to Long Now. Hopefully he wouldn't wake up until they got there.

Right.

Maybe he should just give up the word 'hopefully' because 'hopefully I can relax this weekend' had turned into time travel shenanigans and now the guy was already shifting back there. (shifting as in movement, not shifting as in dying/going ghost, Tucker smiled at his little joke. He'd have to figure out how to use that later.)

"Guys, I don't want to freak him out again." Danny whispered as he faded out of visibility, like that was going to do anything? Well, maybe jumpsuit guy would just assume they had the air conditioning up to high and the other off-putting vibes were just the ghost zone... yeah, guy was gonna freak out no matter what. At least Tucker was driving, then if he got violent Sam could knock him out again.

Jumpsuit guy... No. Dan. Time-traveled other Danny's get called Dan, for efficiency. Dan made some waking up sounds and after a minute asked "Where am I?"

Great, he's still freaked out... that's fair, they did kidnap him, but like its just so inconvenient.

"In the specter speeder." Sam answered.

"The what?"

"The specter speeder, did your parents not build that yet?"

"Uh... no? What is it...?"

"A... Vehicle"

"Sam, don't bother dancing around the point, all he has to do is look out the window."

"Tucker! I was trying to break that slowly!"

Tucker could tell that Dan had looked out the window by the frantic founds of seatbelt unbuckling. Yeah, that probably wasn't his brightest move. "Sorry..."

"What is wrong with you guys?! Don't you know how dangerous-"

"We're in here at least once a month will you calm down!"

I'm-to-flustered-to-make-words-work sounds, (that sounded a little like ghost speak which was oddly comforting if Tucker was being honest...) "That's not- Safe!"

(Oh! It was similar to Danny's acting-on-my-obsession noises, just without the static and overlaid creepy. Right! Past-Danny...) Tucker cut off whatever Sam was saying, "We did lots of tests before we came in here originally and we know how to be safe in here."

"But the Ghosts!"

"Typically mind their own business unless you do something."

"but in Amity-"

"Amity is like a magnet for the ones who want to cause trouble. And I don't think we should be explaining everything because of the timeline." There was a pause, good, he was using his brain.

"Wait, you guys actually think this is time travel?"

"Yeah, what do you think it is?"

"The clock ghost is helping the other one pretend to be me, for some reason... I don't know what they're planning, but-"

"Danny, stop." Sam's voice was clear and gentle reason. "Some of the things you have said today, I know you never would've said, even when this all started. Some of this still doesn't add up, but the idea that you went on some sort of time adventure makes some sort of sense with how you are now and the Danny I remember. Just trust us, okay? Even if you don't trust your other self?"

"Ok..."

"I'm gonna turn visible now,"

"He's been here the whole time!?!?!"

#What We Might've Been #part 3 #spork au #danny phantom #my writing #grey writes #this will eventually go on AO3 #eventually #Not yet #im sorry #I have horrible time management

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galactic-aesir · 3 years

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Unpopular opinion probably but I don’t like Obsessions? It can make for some interesting writing and conflict for sure but I just don’t like how it robs the characters of agency? Like, Danny with a Protection Obsession: he is compelled to protect rather than choosing to. And it just strikes me as way less heroic since Danny really isn’t choosing between having a normal life vs saving people. He’s not given a choice, he has to.

Instead, I like to think about ghosts having uhhhh let’s call them anchors for now? Anchors are a condition or series of events that need to happen for a ghost to be willing to move on. Anchors are based on the last thought or emotion or regret that a person had while dying. Most ghosts don’t know exactly what their anchor is thought they might have a pretty good idea of it.

Danny for example, his last thought could have been “I’m just 14 I barely got a chance to live” or “I don’t want to leave my friends behind” or maybe both! So to properly move on he would need to fully live his life or wait until all his friends have passed on before moving on.

It’s possible for ghosts to have an anchor that’s difficult to achieve or even one that’s nearly impossible. But anchors are kind of vague and can get fulfilled in unexpected ways.

However, Obsession still exists (I’m not giving rid of it entirely!). Except it’s more like a state of mind or a ghostly mental illness. Obsession happens when a ghost wants to move on but doesn’t know how and just starts doing more and more drastic and irrational things to fulfil their anchor. This state is extremely dangerous because they can make it impossible for themselves to move on at all. You know in video games when you have, say, a quest to deliver something to someone but it turns out that you accidentally killed that NPC a while ago and now that quest is stuck and cannot be completed? Kind of like that. That said, Obsession can be fought against and staved off entirely with proper support and care.

And since I’m already on a roll, let me just ramble a bit more. Fettered ghosts are ghosts that still have their anchor to fulfill. Unfettered ghosts are ghosts who have either fulfilled their anchor and decided to stick around or because they found themselves an entirely new anchor. There are lots of reasons for this: finding a new ghostly family, conditions having changed, sowing more chaos in the world, or just cause. That said Unfettered ghosts, even with new anchors, have a much easier time to move on.

To give another example with Danny, if his anchor was “I don’t want to leave my friends behind” and Sam, Tucker and Jazz all became ghosts after their deaths then he’ll still stay with them even if his anchor was fulfilled. Or, if after they die, he still feels like he needs to protect Amity Park, then that’s a new anchor for him: “to only move on once Amity is safe”. Or if he’s King of All Ghosts and he’s like “aw, well, I can’t just leave now, I got responsibilities and stuff”. Lots of ways to go about it!

Most ghosts that attack Amity would be in a certain stage of Obsession and would be prime material for Jazz to do her ghost psychology thing and help them cope with it better and find better ways to try and fulfill themselves.

Box Ghost focused too much on boxes and forgot his previous life so give him a new purpose and family. Did Skulker wanted to be the greatest hunter known to man or did he just want respect? Ember wanted to be remembered but she won’t need to hypnotize or coerce people if she’s given a chance to publish her own album. Etc, etc, etc.

Listen, I’m a sucker for the Earn Your Happy Ending trope. I just want everyone to be okay and happy ;-;

And all this just makes it so much more tragic when a character: Pariah Dark, Vlad, Spectra, etc refuses to change or accept help for their Obsession and go too far. We do still like conflict here!

Anyway, this kind of got away from me. I’d like to use this in future fics but I dunno how hard it would be to implement? Since Obsessions are such a tried and true fanon (phanon?) concept that everyone sort of uses? I wouldn’t want to alienate my readers.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom meta #meta #unpopular opinion maybe?#I just got some Thoughts about Ghosts #Is this #world building #?#my ramblings #Edit: gah shit gah fuck spelling is hard

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slashedthroughtheheart · 3 years

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Patched up with the doc

'For a request, would it be okay if I asked for Herman taking care of a reader who got injured outside of a trial? I do kind of want it to be an angsty moment at first, but it just turns into fluff and comfort. I don't want smut or anything. Just Herman being a gentleman and showing the reader his affectionate, caring side. They both might not admit it at first, but they really like each other and always wanna be extremely close; Hugs and cuddles.'

This was the prompt, and here's what I went with! Enjoy a bit shorter of a fic featuring our good doctor, Herman Carter, taking care of a slightly belligerent reader!

It was just like any other day. You’d gone to the saloon in Glenvale with a few other survivors to just hang out. You couldn’t remember what you went out onto the upper deck wrapping around the saloon for, but you were cursing yourself for it now.

It was humiliating to be dangling with one leg partway through the broken floorboard. Whatever reason you had for coming out here was not worth it as you tried to pull yourself back up without further hurting yourself.

You weren’t having much luck, low curses leaving you as you prayed no one would come out to check on you. The last thing you needed was any of the other survivors, or entity forbid, any of the killers, to see you in such a pathetic position.

Being clumsy and mucking up a gen or two was bound to happen. Not making it to a pallet in time, no big deal. But something this pitiful was not something you wanted anyone to know about or see. You would never live it down.

You could picture the laughing stock you’d become if people caught wind that you literally fell through the floor and hurt yourself. You fell from greater heights during trials and had no problem rolling through it on the balls of your feet. Hell, there was that place in the Gideon meat plant that was way higher than the saloon and you’d never had trouble with that.

One last growl of frustration left you before a sharp intake of pain left you holding still after you definitely stabbed yourself on part of the broken board.

A barely audible whimper followed not soon after, the splintering wood jabbing at your torn skin. You could feel the blood dripping down your shin from where you had scraped yourself up, and from the fresh stabbing from trying to free yourself.

And just as you were going to try to move a different way, you heard the footsteps make creaks from somewhere behind you.

This was the worst case scenario, you could hear it was someone heavier than any of the survivors that had come with you. There’s no way Feng’s or Meg’s footsteps would be that loud.

Dread filled your heart as you whipped your head around, grimacing as your shift made the wood dig into you again.

And the eyes that landed on you lit up green when they saw the position you were in, awkwardly hunched onto the deck, obvious pain on your face and one leg dangling at just above the knee into the broken hole.

“Here, let me help you, my dear.”

Herman took purposeful steps towards you, intent on helping you free yourself and seeing to your wounds he caught the slightest glimpse of when you shifted in place.

“NO!”

He stopped, shocked at your sudden outburst.

You held an almost trembling hand up, as if that would keep him at bay. And it did, for a moment.

“I-I’m fine. I can do it myself. I don’t need any help, I’ll be fine.”

And as if the universe was amused in your suffering, when you tried to lift yourself once more from the jagged hole, a piece of wood lodged deeper into the beginning of your thigh, causing you to gasp out and almost choke on your pain.

“You don’t seem fine, y/n. Please let me at least assist you in getting out, I insist.” He’d moved forward a few steps, approaching slower, and eyeing the floorboards cautiously now.

You struggled again, throwing the same hand back up as you grit your teeth.

“I said no! I don’t want your help!” The tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes, stinging like you’d just cut up onions. Your nose burned as you held them in. The pain and humiliation leaving you a mortified and stubborn mess.

He hadn’t stopped in his approach, moving to the side and gently touching your arm with his hand, rubbing a small soothing circle on your shoulder.

“While any other time you saying no I would listen, I really must insist. You have injured yourself quite seriously, and are having a difficult time freeing yourself. I’ll get you up and out of that, and then we can head to Lérys and get you cleaned up. You’re sure to have splinters, and those are nearly impossible to remove on ones own, especially at the angle you’ve got them at.”

He sounded so matter-of-fact that you couldn’t even argue further, just holding in the tears and trying desperately not to sniffle and sound even more pitiful than you were sure you looked.

You tried to reason with yourself that at least it was Herman to find you and not someone like Danny or Frank. They would have probably laughed at you and gotten everyone else to come out and point and laugh with them.

You tried not to break down into tears of frustration as Herman moved around to your front, being careful of where he stepped and testing out the weight first before fully committing to the step.

He bent over, taking a moment to observer where the most damage was that he could see, the front of you leg just above the knee.

He simply hummed out in acknowledgment as he saw a rather large sliver of wood having made its home in your thigh, looking rather painful.

“Alright, I’m going to move you back just a bit and then lift you straight up. You might bump into the boards, but I’ll be able to get you up and standing just fine.” His hands moved to under your arms, taking care with his grip so as not to cause you any further discomfort.

At this point, you mutely accepted defeat, simply letting him take the lead as he adjusted you minutely before finally lifting you up, your leg not even brushing against the boards.

You felt even more miserable as you realized just how easily he’d gotten you out versus your own painful struggling that ended up with you hurting yourself more than doing any helping.

Once he had you out of the hole, you’d expected him to set you down on your own feet, but you were not expecting him to only rest you on them for a moment only to lean down to scoop you into his arms, injured leg on the outside.

At your bewildered look, he smiled gently. “Can’t have you walking with your leg like that, and Lérys is a bit of a walk.”

You wanted to protest, but at the same time you were getting your first good look at your leg, and maybe you really should just let him help you patch it up.

You weren’t even sure if Claudette could truly help fixing it up at this point.

So instead of fighting him on it, you nodded numbly, withdrawing into yourself so you wouldn’t give into the urge to start bawling like you’d been struggling with the whole time.

He went down the back steps, avoiding alerting any of the others to your condition, having noted that you were not in the mood to have anyone see you like this. You hadn’t even wanted him to help you, going so far as to try to pull yourself up and hurting yourself further.

No words passed between the two of you as he made his way towards Lérys, avoiding anyone else that you might have gone by with ease.

The relief you felt when he finally crossed the threshold into his realm was visible, pulling a very soft chuckle from him. It was nothing like his usual laughter. This laugh held a gentle mirth in it, a light but non-judgemental amusement.

“Rest assured, y/n. Your dignity is safe with me.” His thumb rubbed a small but soothing circle on the arm it was pressed against as he finally made his way into the building of the hospital, making a beeline for the closest room with the right equipment in it he’d need.

After carefully placing you on the hospital bed inside the room, he immediately went about gather the supplies he would need onto a rolling tray.

It did not take him much time at all to ready everything. There was a bottle of antiseptic, two pairs of tweezers, one big and one small, some gauze, a needle and some suture thread. It seemed you’d be getting stitches today.

At least these would be in a sterile environment with steady hands, unlike the ones you received during trials.

A meek “Thank you.” barely made it past your lips, your gaze staring at the gashes in your shin and the bit of wood protruding from your thigh.

Herman looked up from his readying of items, a soft smile gracing his features.

“It is not a problem, y/n. You were in distress, and I am more than happy to help.” He reached out, patting your uninjured leg for a moment before returning to the task at hand.

At his touch, you felt a warmth blossom in your chest, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. So you instead locked your gaze on your leg as he started meticulously cleaning your wounds and removing all the splinters you’d managed to get.

After the first touch sent near white hot pain through your body, you’d decided it was probably best not to watch so you laid yourself back, staring instead the ceiling as you balled your fists in an attempt to stay as still as possible.

Thankfully, the good doctor was precise in his movements and had you sufficiently patched up in seemingly no time at all. Considering the amount of damage, having to sit still for 20 minutes really hadn’t been that bad.

You let out a shaky breath in response to his question of how you were doing, still trying to hold your tears that had never left you in.

The weight of his palm against your upper arm startled you into opening your eyes and looking up at the now blue eyes of the doctor.

“It is okay, y/n. It’s understandable that this kind of injury is quite painful, especially considering the entity will likely not heal it until your next trial.” There was understanding in his face, a tenderness you’d never seen on him before.

It was foreign, but not unwelcome. You still felt plenty embarrassed by your situation, but the voice inside your head happily reminded you that it could have been worse.

Although, at the gentle press of his hand, the dam that had been holding back your emotions finally burst.

Hot tears trickled out the sides of your eyes to disappear into your hair behind your ears, the sensation feeling strange and only adding to your already frazzled nerves.

You sniffed once, twice, then let out a small but frustrated sounding whimper as your hands came up to rub almost viciously against your eyes.

Why of all times to loose your cool was it in front of a killer? Granted, he’d helped you and had never treated you poorly outside of trials, but this was beyond mortifying.

Your outburst didn’t phase him, knowing that the survivors already had a stressful enough existence with the trials and not having their own places unlike the killers. Living in a makeshift tent with just the campfire to keep the place lit up wasn’t easy for any of them.

He moved his hand to the top of your head, gently running his hand down it a few times, effectively petting your hair while he let you cry it out.

You instinctively turned into the touch, your body curling in on it’s side while you reached out blinding to grab the hem of his shirt while you tried your hardest to cry quietly.

Content with just letting you take your time, he continued the gentle petting of your hair, taking a small step closer so your arm wasn’t so outstretched.

A low hum left him, intent on soothing you in any way he could.

He’d been a bit off put by your almost venomous refusal of his help at first, but looking down at you as you slowly stopped crying, the hiccups starting and seeing you scrub your sleeve at your face to try and wipe away the tears there.

His other hand moved to stop you from rubbing your face anymore, offering you the pocket square he always had one him.

“No need to dirty your clothes when this is here. It is what it was meant for, after all.”

His encouraging smile was enough to have you taking it with no resistance.

And after you’d dried your face and blown your nose, he helped you sit up, hand lingering at your arms for a moment before he tilted his head.

“I know this is rather unorthodox, but would you like a hug? I believe it would benefit you, and to be completely honest, I wished to comfort you so this whole time.” His eyes were a gentle white now, as he waited patiently for your response.

A light blush took over your face, trying not to feel any smaller than you already felt.

Turning your face away before giving a small nod had him smiling at your own bashfulness.

And that’s how the first hug you’d received after coming to the entity’s realm happened. And there was many more to be had with the doctor, as you had been quick to find out.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad accepting help sometimes.

#Herman Carter x reader #Herman Carter #Dead by Daylight fluff #Dead by Daylight #sft #fluff #request #my writing

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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Déjà Vu (Or are we losing our minds?) XIV -Modern!Shirbert

A/N: I haven’t written the epilogue yet, so it might not come out next week, I do hope I get the time to do it though, hang in there! -Danny

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Series’ Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Epilogue

'I hope that if alternate universes exist, it will still be you and me in the end. I hope that there will always be an us.

In every world, in every story' — Tina Tran

New Year's passed without any strange occurrences as well, Anne had made up her mind and decided that those dreams had been the result of a very shitty week in which she'd had to deal with her ex's engagement, but now she was fine!

If fine meant being unable to not daydream about the handsome stranger with the pretty eyes.

Either way, her trip back to Toronto had gone well, next day they would attend the Orchard's party (Diana had told her she'd contacted Gilbert and he'd reserved a whole table for them) and she couldn't wait to get rid of this false illusion, she decided that the only way she'd be able to get over this man would be by meeting him. Usually, that's all it takes to stop liking a man.

"Anne?" Diana peered through the door. "It's almost three in the morning, you should go to bed..."

"I'm sorry Di, did I wake you?"

"Yeah, what are you doing anyway? School hasn't started, you can't be doing homework?"

"Oh, no," Anne smiled. "I started a new project. It's... It's a romance."

"Oh?" Diana's brow raised. "Are we back to being hopeless romantics, then?"

"I don't know," She looked back at her laptop. "I haven't decided yet. Which is perfect for the book, you know? I think I can give an interesting perspective, don't you think? More objective?"

"What's the main plot?"

"I don't know yet," Anne laughed. "It's about this boy, he's met a girl once in his life and only talked to her for like, five seconds, but it's enough for him to fall in love completely. After that, he starts to compare every woman to the stranger even though all is mere speculation— I haven't decided whether if it should have a happy ending or a realistic one."

"Happy endings can be realistic too, you know?"

"Well, you know what I mean," She shrugged. "It's just a concept, and it could suck— I could end up abandoning the story if it doesn't feel right, but it's the first time I feel inspired enough to do something longer than three pages and I thought I should try it."

"I think you should," Diana walked up to her and kissed the top of her head. "I know it's hard to go to bed when you're inspired and all, but do try to sleep? I don't want you leaving the party early..."

Anne's stomach twisted in anticipation, she doesn't know if she'll want to stay after meeting Gilbert, but she can't say that to her friend.

"Of course," She smiles. "Don't worry."

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It wasn't a fact, but the possibility of Anne coming to the party caused Gilbert to pour all his energy into making sure everything was perfect.

Gilbert had always been a bit of a control freak, but this was the last opportunity to actually meet the real Anne, and he didn't want to waste it.

He looked at the decorations around him feeling satisfied, Gilbert checked the time and realized it was almost 3 am, he swore under his breath and quickly made his way out, making sure everything was in place and safely secured.

He didn't know why, but something about the next day felt final, it was a now or never kind of situation.

***

The train's incessant rumbling woke him up. He realized he'd fallen asleep while reading the newspaper, Gilbert carefully folded it and fixed his posture as well as his clothes. He realized he was wearing some kind of old-fashioned suit, which he didn't consider strange at all, it felt right, actually, he felt more at home than ever.

Someone sat down in front of him, a dark-haired girl with intense brown eyes and flushed cheeks, he knew who it was immediately.

"Diana," He smiled. "To what do I owe the ple—"

"What is wrong with you?" She interrupted. "First you make us all believe you're marrying an older lady, then you show up at the last minute and announce to my father that you're no longer marrying and you're moving to Toronto instead?"

"I— What?" Gilbert blinked. "Marrying?"

"Yes!" Diana leaned forward. "You told my father you were planning to propose to Winnifred Rose and that you were moving out to Paris, then you change your plans completely! You have no idea how's Anne suffered because of you!"

The name immediately stirred something in him, Gilbert smiled.

"This is a dream, isn't it?" He asked. "She's here—"

"So you simply never bothered to speak to Anne about any of this?" She demanded, clearly not listening to him.

Gilbert's mind came up with a reply on its own, much like any regular dream, it was as if he knew there was a script he had to follow for the story to continue its course.

"Had I had the opportunity to I would have, in fact, I went over—"

"You had every opportunity, for years! Admit it— You've been smitten with Anne ever since she first came to Avonlea and smashed that slate over your head!"

The sentence brought back clear memories: Anne looking extremely pissed, holding a small slate and then hitting him with it. Him being so drunk he'd insulted her without really meaning to.

'Oh... crap', He thought.

"I need to talk to her," Gilbert stood up abruptly.

Part of him knew this wasn't real and talking to Anne here would do nothing to fix the reality that he'd screwed up the first impression already. But his dream-self had no sense of logic, so he ran to the nearest exit just when the train was reaching the station.

He rushed past the crowd and quickly found himself in the middle of a town with no idea of where he was going. The streets looked familiar, but where was Anne?

He ran across alleys, wide streets and unknown houses until he saw a big, greenish building ahead, and his heart jolted in excitement, he knew this was it, he sped forward, he was reaching the entrance—

***

The loud beeping of his alarm woke him up abruptly. Gilbert's eyes opened at once and he looked for the device frantically.

"No no no," He said anxiously. "I was so close!"

But it was all a dream, even if he'd found Anne, it wouldn't change the fact that he'd already ruined his chances with her since the start, and maybe his dreams were all a constant reminder of how it didn't matter how many times he could rewrite the story in his dreams, what's done it's done.

Gilbert fell back on the mattress with a groan. He'd been planning this party for weeks and now it all felt useless, now all he could do was wait for the party and hope Anne didn't remember him.

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Anne stood gracefully in the corner of the room, looking around at the attendants of that evening's ball without much interest, she was looking for those familiar dark-brown curls, but there was no sign of them yet.

"Oh, Anne!" Phil approached her. "Isn't this dance beautiful? Although it saddens me that the only reason why we get to enjoy it it's because we've finished our studies for good! I shall miss the classroom very much, won't you miss me?"

"Yes, I believe my heart will feel like a part of it has been stolen as soon as you part from my side," Anne replied, only the tiniest hint of teasing in her voice.

"Oh, you're lying!" Phil sniffed dramatically. "I know I won't be you most missed old chum, that's a place Gilbert Blythe has occupied ever since you rejected his proposal."

"Phil!" Anne exclaimed. "Don't speak like that! It wouldn't be proper of me to miss a man while courting another and you know it!"

"Oh, but the heart is such a funny thing," Phil sighed. "And I know you love him, therefore I should deliver the news before it's too late. Gilbert is expected to be engaged very soon."

Anne felt like her heart was getting squeezed and shattered, but she managed to control her voice.

"Oh?"

"Yes," Phil continued calmly. "I thought you ought to know, even if you insist you don't love him. I tell you so you don't do anything foolish... you should tell him the truth."

"What truth?"

"That you and Roy won't get married, of course!"

"Dear me, Phil, where did you get that from?" Anne gasped. "He hasn't even proposed!"

"It doesn't matter, I know you regret deeply the way you treated Gilbert that dreadful day, I know you would answer differently now, wouldn't you?"

What dreadful day?

Rejected his proposal? What proposal?

A muffled voice echoed in her mind, one she knew too well already.

'You would have sex with me?'

Anne shook her head in incredulity. Well, of course she was going to reject him! That offer had been positively scandalous!

And what had she done? She had... she had...

The memory came to her fresh in a flash. She had seized the slate and slapped him with it.

"Oh my..." Anne's hand covered her lips in horror. "Well, I did what I had to, Phil, he was incredibly rude!"

"Rude? He was just asking a question!" Phil blinked in confusion. "How's that rude?"

"Because he... he..." Anne blinked several times, then her gaze gained a bit of clarity. "He called me carrots! Yes, he did!"

"Oh, Anne, that was so long ago!" Phil laughed. "Haven't you gone through enough together to know he didn't mean to offend you?"

Anne was growing anxious. She fixed her skirt even though it didn't need any fixing, and stood up.

"It's getting late, I think I'll go now."

Without waiting for a reply she left, in the blink of an eye, she found herself inside the Green Gables' kitchen, Marilla was seated in front of her, and she had a very pitiful expression.

"I understand if you don't want to visit him, Anne, but I think you should, this may be the last chance you get to speak to him."

"I... Visit him?" Anne blinked. "Last chance?"

"I don't want to scare you, dear, but his mother told me his condition is quite grave," Marilla sighed. "Gilbert might not be with us next week."

"Gilbert?" Anne's voice trembled. "He's sick?"

"I understand your shock, but please do consider going to pay him a visit, whatever he did to offend you... it's better if you let him go with a clean conscience, he was such a good man..."

Marilla was talking of him as if he were already dead! He couldn't be! Anne had seen him in the picture—

But how long had it been since that? How long since she'd stopped dreaming about him? What if this was the reason?

Anne stood up and ran upstairs, she got to her room and locked herself away so she could be miserable in peace.

It was true that he had disrespected her, and she'd defended her honour with that slate... but he was really sweet and generous... or was he?

Ugh, she was so confused! How could she know what was real and what had been her imaginings entirely?

***

"Good morning, Princess Cordelia!" Cole stormed into the room and let himself fall on top of her. Anne groaned and pushed him away. "Are you ready for tonight? I'm planning to get you so drunk you start talking about shifting realities!"

"No!" She whined.

"What?" Cole looked at her.

"I'm not ready to—" She caught herself before she could say 'meet him', "...to get drunk! I think I should take a break from parties..."

She knew that meeting him would help her get over her infatuation, and maybe even stop her dreams... but she didn't want them to stop; it was so nice to have someone treating her the way Gilbert would in her imagination... what if he was just as awful as Roy? She wasn't ready to have her heart broken again...

"Anne, but you've only gone to one party since the holidays started," Cole visibly deflated, "please don't tell me this is about your ex? Diana told me you were writing again, I thought you were making progress..."

Anne shook her head. "I'm not feeling well, Cole."

Cole stood up, Anne pulled the blankets over her head.

———————————————

When the first group of people arrived, Gilbert's anxiety skyrocketed. He was expecting to see Diana's face any moment now, and that would end up confirming whether he would be reuniting with Anne that night or not.

Thirty minutes... an hour...

"Gilbert!" The young woman and her group of friends (including Cole) made a beeline towards him. "Oh my goodness, you're so tall!"

He smiled, for a moment his thoughts focused on his old friends, and how different yet similar they all look from their younger versions. Then he realized Anne wasn't there, and his hopes and expectations both crashed.

Of course she wasn't going to come! Even if she did live here, Diana had probably told her it was a reunion for old friends only, and she didn't know him, not the real him, and if he was really honest, he didn't know her either.

———————————————

If she were to stay and miss the party, she'd end up frustrated. If she did meet him and didn't like him, she would move on faster— a bit hurt, but knowing she was making the right choice.

However, if she were to attend the party, meet him, and realize he was all she'd been expecting him to be and more... well, she could only hope for him to be single.

Anne had been pacing up and down her apartment pretending to be cleaning when in reality she was only making a bigger mess. Her phone buzzed and Diana's name appeared on the screen. She picked it up with shaky hands and unlocked it.

'We miss u :c'

Under the text, there was a selfie of Diana, over her shoulder was Cole, and he was talking animatedly with... Dear God, he was taller than expected.

She stared at Cole and some strange resentment filled her.

"That should be me," She stated, and somehow she knew she was right. It should be Anne talking to Gilbert, taking a risk for the first time in years. She'd only dated one guy, for heaven's sake! She had to let herself live!

"FINE!" Anne groaned. "I'm going!"

***

Gilbert hadn't announced he was leaving, he knew they would all ask him to stay but he couldn't, he was disappointed, all he wanted was to stay home watching shitty romcoms and crying his eyes out.

It was all his fault, Anne had nothing to do with this, he had let his mind run wild and these were the consequences he was forced to face.

Unknown to him, Anne was in her apartment frantically changing her clothes and brushing her hair. She grabbed a bag and hastily put all her stuff in it. She'd already wasted two hours, she had to leave the house NOW.

Gilbert searched his pockets for change, he was planning to buy a few beers and get slightly tipsy so he could be sad properly. He found a dollar but the wind snatched it out of his hand abruptly. The young man let out a short groan as he ran after it. A door opened across the street and a woman's voice reached him.

"C'mon!" Anne closed the door roughly, she lifted her gaze and...

Gilbert didn't breathe, he didn't move. In front of him Anne stopped as well, her arms fell to her sides and she stood there wondering if she was dreaming.

"Hi."

That was his voice! His voice!

She shook her head lightly and walked down the few steps that separated her from the sidewalk. Gilbert's feet moved on their own until he was standing right in front of her.

Anne's hand reached blindly and pinched her arm, she hissed. He looked down at her wrist and frowned.

"I-I just had to check," She laughed nervously. "I have... a very good imagination— so... I just had to be sure this... is real."

Gilbert spoke in the softest of voices.

"Anne? With an E?"

"H-How..?"

"I'm Gilbert," He continued. "I don't know if you remember but... I think... I think we've met before?"

"My god— You won't believe this, but I've been having the strangest—"

"Dreams?" He finished for her. "Me too."

She laughed again, her hands were shaking.

"There... there was a coffee shop—"

"And a cat—"

"You were dying—"

"You were a pirate!"

They looked at each other in disbelief, their smiles growing.

"I... was it real?" She questioned.

Gilbert's brow furrowed as he spoke. "Which part?"

"I don't know... everything... us?"

"Anne," He repeated, this time a bit more urgently. "I have to know... does this mean... you know who I am?"

She beamed, then stretched out her hand.

"Gilbert Blythe, I'm Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. I broke a slate on your head the first time we spoke, and I've been sorry ever since, I just didn't remember it."

He let out an incredulous laugh and held her hand eagerly.

"Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, I think we're going to be the best of friends," He gazed down at her adoringly. "We're meant to be. You've thwarted destiny long enough."

"It was you who moved out before we could meet!"

"You left the bathroom before I could apologize!"

There was a moment of silence before Anne spoke again.

"You know what this means?"

"Yeah, we have around ten years of conversations we need to catch up to," He joked.

"Ten years and a month," She realized he hadn't let go of her hand, but she wasn't going to move any time soon. "But I'd say the night's still young. I was on my way to your party..."

"Can I walk you there?" He asked expectantly.

"Lead the way."

***

"Anne! You came!" Diana froze and stared at Gilbert. "Oh, hi. Did you guys know each other?"

Anne and Gilbert exchanged a look and smiled.

"I ran into him a moment ago," She explained. "He's nice."

"Thanks," He chuckled. "Anne was telling me she's been your best friend ever since she moved to Avonlea— is it true that she's the Cuthbert's daughter?"

"Yes!" Diana beamed. "Isn't she great?"

"Is it true you got drunk on accident when you were thirteen?"

Diana laughed.

"You're already sharing stories? Hang on, I have a great one of that one time she dyed her hair green—"

"Diana, don't you dare!"

***

"You lucky bastard," Bash slapped the back of his head as Gilbert walked into the kitchen.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"You've been whining about your dream girl for weeks and just when you tell me you gave up, this breathtaking redhead steps into the diner and wastes the whole night flirting with you!" Bash said in disbelief. "How did you do that? What the hell did you sell your soul to?"

Gilbert laughed lightheartedly.

"Honestly, Bash, I have no clue... Was she really flirting with me, though? Do you think she likes me?"

Bash rolled his eyes.

"I swear, Blythe, if you don't ask her on a date I'll kill you."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Gilbert grinned.

***

"So, Gilbert," Cole nudged her arm as soon as the boy went into the kitchen. "You know he has a crush on you, right? It's so obvious, I'd be shocked if he doesn't get in one knee by the end of the night and asks you to marry him—"

"Don't scare her, Cole!" Josie slapped his arm lightly. "But Gilbert definitely likes you. He hasn't seen any of us in years and yet he's acting as if we were the strangers!"

Anne squirmed in her place giddily.

"I like him."

"That's our girl!" Jane exclaimed, finishing her drink in one large gulp. "I swear to god, Anne, if you don't take him home I'll run you over with my car..."

"Wow, that's a bit too drastic, don't you think?" Diana said. "They just met, and Anne's just recovering from her breakup with Roy!"

"Fuck Roy, honestly," Anne replied carelessly. "Gilbert's gorgeous..."

"Thanks," a voice said behind her.

Anne winced, the table fell silent and she covered her face with both hands.

"Oh my god... please tell me this isn't happening..."

The group burst out laughing, Gilbert sat down practically glowing with joy.

"Just so you know, I was about to ask you on a date, but I understand if you need time—"

"She'd be delighted!" Cole interrupted. "Please, help us, our friend desperately needs to get laid—"

"Are you talking about Gilbert?" Moody sat down next to Ruby and placed a drink in front of her. "Because the others told him that already and—"

"Okay!" Gilbert replied loudly. "Can we please not talk about sex?"

"Oh, pity, I was about to offer you a hand..." Anne teased.

Gilbert choked on his beer.

"W-What?"

"Smooth, doctor," Josie mumbled.

"Wait, is this actually happening?" Ruby asked with excitement. "Are you two going on a date for real?"

Gilbert stared at Anne with his mouth half-open, unable to get the words out. Anne simply smiled at him and nodded.

"Yes Gil, I'd love to."

The table went wild afterwards. Cole, Diana and Josie rambled about how they should've introduced them sooner, the rest simply were in for the teasing, but no one in the place apart from Anne and Gilbert knew exactly how long both had been waiting for this moment. No one was more relieved than them.

No one was happier than Gilbert as he reached for her hand and held it in front of everyone. No one felt giddier and excited than Anne when he asked for her phone number.

Life had turned into their best dream.

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celosiaa · 3 years

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enough for now

A gift for @taylortut who I love so very much!! She didn’t ask for it but I did the dang thing anyway based on things that you’ve said you like! I hope this brings some little bit of extra good to your day, my dear <3 even if it is a lil angsty lol

CW flashback, panic attack

Focus. Focus.

You’re wasting your time.

You’ve already wasted enough.

Hunched over his desk, Tim squints against the dim light of his lamp scattering across the stacks of files and books and blueprints littered across it. He had been nursing a migraine all day—all week, really—and had no real choice at this point but to get used to it, carry on, shove it all down. Since no one had bothered to tell him that the Circus was what they were after, he has a lot of catching up to do, research that Martin should have known he himself would not be capable of.

Added to the fact of his most recent attempt to escape this hellhole making him sick and weak. Again. So here he was, drinking in the sustenance of whatever godforsaken thing that keeps him here, hour after hour making him stronger. All because he let his anger rule again. Ran away.

Just keep on running then, Tim.

Coward.

Christ. One fight with Danny, and it still stings.

Because it’s true.

You left him you left him you left him there with that thing—

Blood—torch—stage—lights—clown—Danny Danny Danny Danny—

Stop stop stop

Pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, he can’t help the small noise that escapes him—though he does not hear it over the fading static in his own ears.

Stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking

Breathe in; breathe out. One moment to the next. What his therapist taught him after…after. After nothing. There’s nothing, there never was, there’s only now. There’s only the Circus. There’s only his migraine, pounding pounding pounding against his skull, the fury, the bitterness, the knowledge that he’s caught in a trap he’ll never crawl out of—

THUD.

Easily startled these days, Tim jumps bodily at the sound, snapping his head around toward its source. He had not thought anyone would still be here at this hour, as he’d seen Martin go home hours ago for some desperately-needed sleep, and the others had gone out to the pub that night. They couldn’t be here, could they? Surely the archive has protections against those creatures since…

Since nothing.

Nothing happened.

Nothing is happening.

The crash had come from Jon’s office, he’s sure of that. It reminds him of other days; other times when that sound would send him fetching a sports drink from the break room, checking to make sure Jon hadn’t hit his head on anything whenever his POTS flared badly. When they had been friends; brothers, even. Near enough to it anyway.

No, nothing else could have made that sound. Jon was back.

Standing on his own somewhat-shaky legs, Tim gives himself a moment for his vision to clear before striding toward the darkened office door, fury already rising in him at the idea that he was being watched again, distrusted again, betrayed again. He swings the door open.

“Finally decided to show u—oh god.”

Lying on his back on the floor is Jon, beard fuller than he’s ever seen it, painfully thin and grey as a ghost. His clothes hang off him as if three sizes too large, the ones Tim knew had once fitted him snugly, not even a few months prior. What in god’s name had happened to him that he was this emaciated? This ashen?

What had he done this time?

Anger bubbles even stronger now, tingling at the back of his spine.

But something…something feels off about this. Enough for him to bury the resentment, if only for a moment. Just to make sure.

Why do you care?

Stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking

“Jon,” Tim says loudly, crouching down beside him, shaking his shoulder in the process. “Hey, up and at ‘em.”

But there’s nothing—not the usual small gasp as he comes around from the faints caused by POTS, no twitching, only stillness. Tim’s stomach does a turn as he checks Jon’s head for bleeding, any sign of injury, but nothing. Nothing at all.

What the hell happened?

Glancing around him for anything to do, he spots a file box within arms reach that he drags over towards them, propping Jon’s feet upon it. He rolls up his sleeve a bit then, to feel his pulse—and finds himself distracted by the bone-dry nature of his skin beneath his fingers; the slight shuddering of his limbs. But his face has almost a sheen to it, unnatural, unnerving.

“Jon,” Tim repeats, a bit louder, patting at his exposed bit of arm. “Come on, you’re alright.”

A bit of a moan this time, a deeper breath—and Tim lets out a breath of his own, one he had not realized he had been holding.

“Mmm.”

“Wake up, Jon,” he says loudly, shaking his shoulder for a second time.

At this, Jon’s entire frame tenses under his hand, eyes flying wide open to scan feverishly around the room.

“Woah, easy,” Tim barks, a bit alarmed. “Easy. Just stay down.”

It seems that Jon had either not heard him, or had chosen to ignore—as he sits up rather abruptly against Tim’s hand on his shoulder, this time locking eyes with him. But before Tim can recover from his surprise enough to speak, Jon’s eyelids begin to flutter again. He’s about to go down.

“Lie down, Jon. Lie back down.”

He’s sure Jon didn’t have much of a choice anyway, but Tim finds himself glad that he happened to be there to prevent him smacking his head against the industrial carpeting all the same. Something is wrong wrong wrong, and it sends away all his rage for the time being—and he is filled with that instinct to protect Jon, from himself or from something else. He cannot even bring himself to care which at the moment.

“Wh—Tim,” Jon slurs with effort, some recognition in his expression at last.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

With a pang in his chest, Tim realizes he does not know whether or not that will bring him comfort.

“I’m gonna get you some water, alright?”

No reply—merely a distant look in his eyes as he brings a hand up to press against his own cheek, shaking with the effort of it. Bad, this is bad. He’s never this out of it when he comes back around; not even after they had woken up quarantined together in the hospital, dozens of deep wounds covering both of them in the wake of the Prentiss attack.

Focus. Water, food, then questions.

“Just—just stay there, for god’s sake.”

Wobbling a bit against the disorientation of his migraine, Tim brushes a hand all along the walls to the break room, crossing his fingers that Jon (or perhaps Martin) had restocked Jon’s Lucozade supply. As luck would have it, there are a few left over from whenever Jon had last shown up to work in the archives. Tim had not taken care to keep track.

He doesn’t deserve it.

Not anymore.

Stop; he has to stop—more thinking like that, and he knows he will leave Jon stranded on the floor of his office, only to be found by a newly-infuriated Martin in the morning. And in what condition…Tim could not say. Where had he been all this time? And why did he look so awful?

He grabs a cereal bar from the counter top on the way out of the room.

When he returns to Jon’s office, his stomach drops at the empty space on the floor where Jon had been—until he spots him, sitting with his back pressed up against the back wall of the room, between the bookshelf and the filing cabinet.

“Thought I told you to stay put,” Tim mutters irritably. Though he has to admit, he feels something tight unraveling a bit in his chest at seeing him able to sit up. No matter how ill he looks.

“Tim,” he says in a voice of gravel and salt, as if to reassure himself of its truth.

“Yeah, bad luck.”

Tim takes the cue of the fearful look in Jon’s eyes as he stares up at him, and sits at a bit of a distance on the floor within his eyeline.

“Drink this,” he orders, opening the cap of the Lucozade before holding it out toward him. “Slowly. You look like shit.”

He had been hoping that Jon would simply roll his eyes and respond with a sardonic “thank you,” but…nothing. Instead, he can barely keep hold of the bottle, watching it shaking in his own hand before tentatively bringing it up to his lips. Just a sip—and it’s enough to rattle something in him, seeming to bring him around to the present a bit. He downs the next sips with more confidence, less hesitance. With a great deal of satisfaction, Tim starts unwrapping the cereal bar, ready to hand it to him whenever he was ready.

“M’sorry for this,” he murmurs after a few minutes have passed in silence, no longer meeting Tim’s eyes.

“What the hell happened, Jon?” Tim asks in desperation, needing to know where to put his anger. Shutting down the part of himself that hoped could be placed on Jon again.

Silence greets him. No indication that Jon had even heard him.

Until the shaking begins.

The bottle drops to the floor as shuddering overwhelms his grip—and both hands fly into his hair, clutching hard at it, pressing balled fists into the sides of his newly-ashen face. As his breath picks up speed, so does Tim’s heart, and he wants so badly to reach for him. More than anything, he wants his touch to be the comfort it once had been, anything to stop this from happening. But he had burned that bridge ages ago now.

So did he, he reminds himself. So did he.

“What happened?” he repeats, a little softer all the same.

“Nothing,” Jon whispers, offering just the faintest hint of a smile, a flash, before it fades. “Nothing ha—happened.”

A knife.

A knife in Tim’s chest.

Stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking

“Where have you been, then?”

Even as he keeps his voice low, the shuddering picks up speed and intensity, taking Jon’s breath up to something approaching hyperventilation.

“It’s f-fine,” he stammers between gasps. “Fine, don’—ha—don’t.”

“Whatever this is, it’s not fine.”

A small bit of laughter, then—choked, cut off by his own desperation for air. He tips his head back against the wall behind him, drawing his legs up even tighter as he tries to find his breath.

“The—Cir—ha—Circus.”

Tim’s body is flooded with ice; pins and needles pricking at his scalp, the tips of his fingers.

“Breathe, Jon,” he murmurs through his own lightheadedness, has to push through. “What do you mean, the Circus?”

“Got—got me,” comes the awful reply. The one he had been dreading.

What had they done to him?

How long was he there?

Why was he allowed to escape, and not Danny?

Shut it down shut it down shut it down

Be here. Be now.

“Breathe, Jon.” A little closer, still not touching. Wouldn’t dare. “Just breathe, alright?”

“S’fine.” Another laugh, a small, panicked smile. It makes Tim sick.

“No—ha—nothing. Ha-happened.”

You’re lying you’re lying you’re lying

Danny’s gone, and you’re here, and you’re lying.

“Ah—ha—Tim.”

Even so, something in Jon’s voice, his panic, his absolute terror over whatever is happening in his head right now breaks through the bubbling wall of fury rising around Tim’s heart. It may be back tomorrow, or the next hour, or the next minute. But Jon needs him.

Jon needs him, and that’s enough for now.

“Breathe, Jon,” he murmurs softly, moving slowly to take his hand in both of his own. Not even a flinch from him—just squeezing tight enough to bruise, tight enough to anchor himself here, tight enough to remind Tim of better days, better times. Times when this would never have been a burden. When his presence would be enough of a comfort to bring him back down.

“You’re safe. You’re safe now, and I’m here.”

For the moment, it’s the truth. Tim will take this moment and bury it later, deep deep deep, where the other memories of their friendship now live. Easy to forget; easy to look past in anger.

But, for now.

“Breathe, Jon. I’m here. I’m right here.”

#tma #my writing #cw panic attack #cw flashback #hurt/comfort

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thefreakboy · 3 years

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I'm thinking of a simon-crossover with some of simon pegg's characters and I just have to get that sht out of my mind even though his probably already inexistent fandom is dead AF

Okay, so maybe it starts with Scotty. They're in the Enterprise and they find some weird futuristic artefact, and Kirk's like "hey Scotty, can you tell us what is this?", and when Scotty is investigating it, something happens.

Then, out of nowhere, some random, weird Scotty-clones appear. There's this police officer-scotty, a goth-scotty, a scotty in a suit and at least three different versions of a civilian scotty.

Of course, that thing also brought the people they were closer at the moment (aka there's a friking zombie on the spaceship)

Of course, they all would be freaking out, and probably would be low key agressive with each other (I mean, they were relaxing and having a cup of tea and suddenly they're on a frigging spaceship and they're told they don't know how to bring everyone back to their respective worlds? Of course they'll be angry)

Clive would pass out immediately because OMG WE'RE IN STAR TREK

Graeme would also pass out of exitement, probably

Also, DUDE, YOU'RE MONTGOMERY SCOTT!!!1!!1!!1! they passed out twice

I think Neil would be pretty chill? Like, one day not long ago he woke up and he was basically God, so he'd prolly be like "oof, okay I guess" and roll with it

Ethan would end up causing BIG trouble while trying to find a way to bring everyone back into their universe and you can't convince me otherwise.

Liz was in the garden looking for Shaun when they were transported, so she's there too, and she's angry with him for not telling her he's had Ed's body hidden there the entire goddamn time (we need drama 🤷)

Because I imagine Gary and co would've been catched during the first half hour of the movie, they never met the blanks

Gary would definitely cause lots of trouble because HOW ARE YOU NOT GONNA HAVE ALCOHOL ON A SPACESHIP????

Bones would def want to study Ed, but I think Shaun wouldn't trust him so he would insist to be there to make sure they don't kill him.

Angel and Spock would probably get along very well

Ethan and Kirk, on the other hand...

Ethan has some...authority problems. He just thinks his ways are the best and the only that will work, so he'd definitely try to solve everything on his own. Benji would follow him, as always, despite not being convinced he's doing the right thing.

Clive and Graeme would try to see if Kirk and Spock are together or not (they wrote spirk fanfiction and you can't change my mind. Of course they want to see if the ship is real!)

You know how we never knew if Neil finished his book? Well, this adventure would definitely give him all he needs for some profund sht about how in every universe, every version of him is different because of the different conditions -yet the same, in the very core of his soul, how there is just a spark that tells him yes, we are the same or some sht like that.

Gary would fight some random people at the cafeteria because there's no alcohol. Andy would fight with him all angry at him because you don't wanted to see us after all this time, you just wanted an excuse to get drunk!!!

Then it would happen like in the movie, when they're fighting and Andy sees Gary's arms and he's like "how are you gonna know when you're sobber if you're always drunk?" "I don't want to be sobber!!"

Gary would end up in med bay :/ he might bond a little with Bones and Shaun.

You know what? Ethan would cause some trouble with the klingons

Uhura can't translate, for some random reason, so Clive and Graeme have to do it.

Ethan's journey is learning that sometimes he is not right and thinking that he always is can lead to terrible consecuences.

Look I have zero plot, but something would happen which would require of all of them working together at different things.

Benji's, Ethan's, Danny's and Angel's fighting abilities would help in some fight, whether is hand to hand or shooting. idk the point is that they team up

Danny would be super excited. like a kid in a candy store

Shaun and Liz wouldn't be like a big thing, but they would do their best to do what Kirk says (feel free to imagine Liz shooting at some enemy and being all badass because thats what I'm doing rn)

Gary and co would hand-to-hand fight some aliens

Gary would steal one of those little ships at one point and use it to attack the enemy's big ship (how did he learn to flight a spaceship so quickly?? Idk ask him not me bruh)

Maybe Ethan and Benji would help Scotty to navegate through the enemy spaceship like Scotty, Khan and Kirk did on Star Trek into the darkness.

Neil probably isn't very useful though...

Maybe he could try to distract the enemy.

Clive's journey is admitting that he's in love with Graeme (spoiler: it ends up in a polyam relationship)

Gary... I think he would choose to stay in that universe instead of going home. In the end of the movie he seemed pretty comfortable in the apocalypse vers of the world, so maybe he liked this thing of being in space 🤷

I don't think Graeme would get along with Gary because he's not very polite

On the other hand, Graeme and Shaun (+Clive, though he'd be jealous too) would be friends immediately because ✨N E R D S ✨

Danny would totally LOVE Ethan and Benji when they say they're spies

Also I think Angel would be a little jealous of that, plus he'd learn quickly that Ethan basically never follows the rules and that would only make him dislike him more (also also...probably wouldn't like Kirk either if he finds out about his insubordinations...)

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