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killugonficlibrary · 3 years

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Killugon: College AU

"There’s no way these lovestruck cantaloupes are passing their classes.” ~worm in theory

2 Series. 21 Works. 1 Tumblr.

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Oh My God, They Were Roommates by korns ( T | 125,170 | 27/27 )

After a terrible first semester, Gon transfers to a university in San Francisco where he gets a stellar deal on a one-bedroom apartment.

At least, it was a stellar deal until he moves in and realizes that he inadvertently signed a lease with a complete stranger as a roommate. Not only that, but his accidental roommate is the single hottest guy in his major, Killua Zoldyck, and everyone and their mother is trying to get with him.

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Critical Hit by korns ( T | 55,847 | 11/11 )

After a medical crisis, Gon's confined to bedrest and he needs to do something—anything— to keep his mind occupied, even if that thing is the latest game on the market: Hunter Vs Hunter. Gon becomes consumed by the world of gaming and streaming where he finds a famous, furious, and devilishly handsome streamer by the name Kill.

When Gon's dorm friend introduces them in a match, Kill's fanbase goes crazy because of one simple fact: That Gon is an absolute newbie who can kick Kill's ass any day, any time.

Kill won't stop until he ends Gon's winning streak—even if that means flying Gon out to a nation-wide HvsH tournament to face off, kick ass, and meet for the first time.

Series Part 1 of Trending: Kill’s Lifestyle Vlogs

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No Filter x Serial Dating by korns ( M | 71,287 | 14/14 )

Gon is a serial romantic with an addiction to online dating. Killua is the barista stuck taking the orders of every date Gon Freecss reels in. It wouldn't be an issue if Gon wasn't such a hot topic—star running back for the Yorknew University football team as a freshmen, member of the most iconic fraternity at Yorknew, and general campus heartthrob.

When Gon convinces Killua to be his gym buddy, it sounds and feels like the friend zone. But who knew the #GymLife was so gay anyway? Certainly not Killua.

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[Series] college is a scam, here’s why: by callmebyyourmango ( T | 4,228+ | 2 Works | WIP )

college is a scam. these fics will tell you why.

CURRENTLY PUBLISHED:

1. group projects require comfort [ 1/1 chapters ] 2. core requirements are unnecessary and expensive [ 1/1 chapters ]

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[Series] Warning Signs by vitrifica ( E | 14,671+ | 2 Works | WIP )

Wet dreams are making Killua's life hard- especially when he realizes his best friend is starring in them. When a storm traps Gon and Killua together for the night, can he keep his fantasies in check?

CURRENTLY PUBLISHED:

1. Caution: Wet [ 2/2 chapters ] 2. Tripping Hazard [5/? chapters ]

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Tease by kornspiracy ( E | 132,115 | 22/22 )

No fucking way, Killua thought. There’s no way Gon is a porn star.

He clicked onto the account’s profile page. There, in perfect clarity, was a picture of Gon Freecss’ face.

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The Only Exception by yahlreh ( M | 124,844+ | 28/? )

Sex. That's all Killua wants. Afterall, love doesn't exist in his mind, but that all comes to a close as soon as he meets his new roommate - Gon Freecss. Upon meeting the happy, go-lucky boy, Killua can't help but want to indulge on him, but it never seems to be enough as he allows his heart to constantly get in the way.

Warning: This story is heavily laced with mature themes and sexual content. Read at your own pace.

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7g4EuDtd1xAvvu7mXnzz9H?si=78f0fb13b62c4d5d

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phantom pains by sunsetters (sanitized) ( T | 43,957 | 11/11 )

Killua moves into his new apartment.

He's not alone.

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The Bells Are Ringing by DecemberCamie ( T | 4,432 | 1/1 )

“Gon,” Killua interrupted. He was clenching his jaw so hard it hurt. “Why don’t you have any pants on?!”

“Hmm? Oh, but I do! I have my-”

“That’s your underwear!” Killua’s voice jumped an octave. “That doesn’t count!”

“Yes it does! All the important bits are covered, so it definitely counts!”

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Dragons vs Foxbears by DecemberCamie ( T | 4,972 | 1/1 )

When Gon first meets Killua, he’s drunk and stumbling through some party Zushi dragged him to after losing the match. He doesn’t know what bar he’s in, what time it is, or how he got there. He doesn’t even know Killua’s name when he challenges him to a fight. All he knows is the white haired guy is wearing the opposing team’s colors—

And then Gon is on the ground.

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To Break Pose by DecemberCamie ( T | 4,695 | 1/1 )

Gon asks Killua to be his model for his full-body art portrait project. It takes some begging, and bribing with chocolate, but eventually Killua agrees to help.

The thing is, though, Gon never expected for Killua to model nude.

The other thing? Gon finds he really doesn't mind this new development.

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College AU [Tumblr] - DecemberCamie ( T | 739 | 1/1 )

“How about a challenge to speed this up?” Killua started, lifting his gaze to lock on Gon. “I quiz you, you answer. If you answer right, you get a reward.”

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Socially Unacceptable Pickup Lines by korns ( T | 7,948 | 1/1 )

Gon Freecss is the new lone wolf on a campus founded on cliques, frats, and sororities for paranormal species. With everyone and their grandmother trying to recruit Gon, the co-op where Killua and his rag-tag team of mixed-species seems to be the last place on Gon's list.

Until Gon agrees to visit under the pretense of meeting a ghost and maybe, possibly hitting on Killua while he's there.

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Thinking In Circles by korns ( T | 10,362 | 1/1 )

After signing a lease together, Gon takes Killua out to celebrate and their innocent night turns into a kiss on the front lawn of a frat house. As a flaming asexual, Killua is mortified and pitched into a downward spiral. To top it off, they're both bound for a two-day road trip to their shared internship in the middle-of-nowhere Utah.

Stuck together and on the cusp of an existential crisis, Killua has to decide just how, exactly, to broach the nature of their relationship.

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Don’t Hold Back by Anon_Co_op ( E | 12,761 | 2/2 )

Gon cussed, thinking of all the different ways to call himself an idiot.

They all sounded like something Killua would say.

Would Killua still call him that if Gon said he was in love with him? . Or, Gon and Killua's 'friends with benefits' arrangement takes the 'un'-expected turn for the worse(?)

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there’s glitter on the floor after the party by reeyachan ( T | 1,195 | 1/1 )

Gon never drinks.

And Killua wonders why in the world he would decide to try it now, of all days, of all nights. Why now, when it's less than 12 hours before graduation?

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freudian slip by slowlange ( E | 15,171 | 1/1 )

“Our entertainment for the night. Or at least, I hope it is.”

Leorio throws a confident gaze to his audience before pulling something much, much smaller than a blunt.

Or, Killua and Gon trip on molly together. The events that ensue may or may not change Killua for the better, and show him that there's more out there that life has to offer.

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Cracked Lens by bluphacelia ( T | 7,949 | 1/1 )

A soft peel of classical music assaulted his senses as a soft yellow light spilled into the hallway—a night class? He continued forward, trying to keep his footsteps quiet. He felt the tug of curiosity and he glanced through the door, eyes flittering past easels and canvases and he stopped—paralyzed. There in the midst of art students was the perfect portrait.

-- Gon finds something he didn't know he was looking for.

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Art & Honey by wtfquitplayin ( M | 4,402 | 1/1 )

Killua is forced to go to a party, forgets his lighter, and meets Gon.

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Stellar Date by losing_sanity_fast ( T | 3,627 | 1/1 )

Canary wins a date with Gon in a lottery, but she's a) a lesbian, b) in a relationship so she doesn't want to go. As a joke Killua decides to go instead of her. Gon already has tickets and a reservation so he just rolls with it.

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Dungeon x Hunter by sub_divided ( G | 13,683 | 4/4 )

Every Sunday Killua, Gon, Leorio and Kurapika meet up to play "Dungeon x Hunter" (loosely based on DnD 5e) with Leorio as Dungeon Master. Why is Leorio the DM, you ask? Well, these nerds all met at the college roleplaying club two years ago, but recently, with Kurapika in law school and Leorio in med school, and Killua and Gon taking harder undergrad classes, no one has time to meet up anymore. Therefore, Leorio has taken it upon himself to DM their sessions, just as an excuse to get everyone together once a week.

Alluka, also a college student, is staying with Killua during the Christmas Break. Having heard about these Sunday roleplaying sessions from Killua, and especially about the antics of a chaotic multiclass druid/barbarian who keeps adopting all the animals (Gon duh), she asks if she can come along. The crew welcome Alluka into the nerd fold as romance gradually blossoms between Gon and Killua, and Leorio fights to keep Kurapika from ghosting them all as a stress response to lawschool deadlines.

Basically a heartwarming slice of life story about nerds playing Dungeons and Dragons. I'll be updating Wednesdays and Sundays until all the chapters are posted.

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First x or x Hundredth by gomicchi ( M | 1,837 | 1/1 )

Killua pays very little attention to his philosophy lecture. Gon tends to his duties as a part time groundskeeper. The first case may or may not be related somehow to the second.

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Wait, We Had a Test Today?! by itiaskia ( M | 21,096+ | 4/? )

College is certainly an experience, to say the least.

It's a time for self exploration, learning lessons, making terrible decisions, and meeting people you either never want to leave or never want to see again.

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The one where everyone meddles in Killua’s and Gon’s relationship by tulip05 ( M | 6,327+ | 4/? )

Killua thinks Gon likes girls, more specifically Retz, and that they're the perfect couple. Gon thinks Killua is way too cool for him. They're both wrong. Good thing they have friends to meddle.

#KilluGon #hxh #killugon masterlist #long post #au: uni #curator gabs

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flower-zombie-rob · 3 years

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Yo! I got a lot of new followers since i last posted my oc related stuff, so lets introduce you shall we?

OC MASTERPOST

(Last updated 20th April 2021)

This is walter melon

Hes a hot-headed mess of a phsycopath boy, but we love him anyway. He loves a knife and likes even more to throw them at targets. Hes a little bit of a weirdo so he isnt good with people and is actively agressive to his brother stanlee in a tsundere fashion, loving him deep down, but despising him for existing. He has a very soft spot for his sweet baby honey dew though who he gives kisses on every occasion. He hasn't had the best past as his strange demeanour lead to him hanging around a lot of the wrong kind of people, ones who really encouraged his love of knives and didnt tend to stop him from doing dangerous daredevil things. After an unmentioned inccident, the only one left of that group there for him was Canary and its lead to him having a large distaste for people in general. However, hes an absolute loveable crazy one and we all love him.

This is stanlee melon

One of the kindest melon bois you will ever encounter, named after stan lee himself, stanlee is very sweet and prone to helping people and just being an in general Samaritan. Many who know him feel an overwhelming need to protect him from any dangers because hes just so darn sweet with his circle glasses. Hes very chilled and tolerable and gives away all his compassion, even to people that dont give him any back. An all round lovely one.

This is phara melon

She is the older sister who treats her two siblings like children, looking out for stanlee and forever scolding walter for his stupidity and dangerous nature. She looks out for the two of them and shes a lot more mature and gives them relationship help, although single herself. She also has a pink dog named lolly

This is devon cantelope

They are cool with a capital C. They have that certain charm that just makes people instantly want to be their best friend. Luckily for him, they have a certain eye for a sweet boy named stanlee! They love boba tea to an unhealthy obsession and they arent seen anywhere without their signature denim jacket an sunglasses. Theyre also the only one with they/them pronouns though he/him is also one he uses every bow and again(it usually depends on whether i remember that their pronouns were supposed to be they and just used he accidentally because i was tired, so it stuck)

This is honey dew

Perhaps even sweeter than stanlee, honey dew is fragile and insecure. Hes the kindest thing and when he falls in love he fallllllllllls. Hell do anything to be around the people he loves and he cant stand to see any of them upset. He is very affraid of a lot of things so jes very hspoy to have walter, a brave chaos boi, to protect him all the time.

Lastly, this is Canary

Shes the most recent addition. Shes a real emo kid and right dick to people. Shes very reserved and all she has plot wise is that she was the last and only person willing to come to the rescue for walter after an unnamed incident with his toxic old friends.

Story set up: its not super serious its just me having fun

Stanlee and walter are brothers and are human versions of watermelons i have created. They are my lovely melon sons so please treat them well.

Stanlee met Devon and instantly fell in love with their lovely hair, their heterochromia, their love of boba tea and denim, he was hooked. However, so was walter. Walter and stanlee began to both attempt to catch devons eye.

The battle begins. Its not really a battle in stanlees mind since he isnt competetkve, in fact he'd be happy for walter if he managed to score devon. Walter on the other hand is determined to beat stanlee and laugh in his face. He requires the assistance of someone he knows he can rely on, his friend honey dew, the sweetest little thing in the world. Although honey is holding onto a crush of his own, he wants to spend time with walter, so he does his best.

In the end devon just tells walter to give up. Devon wants stanlee and promptly asks that walter leave him alone and stop stalking him and trying to win him over. Heartbroken, walter goes into ice cream eating depression rejection hours.

Honey checks on him regularly and lets him rant on and on about devon until one day he just snaps and kisses walter, very pissed off by how ignorant walter is to his feelings

There we have two happy couples now theyre all lovely. Canary and phara are kinda just there they dont have much plot relevance

Thats all there is so far! Feel free to ask about them, draw them, request them to be drawn, go through their tags, whatever you wanna do!

Their tags(you will see some old cringe art)

#Stanlee melon

#phara melon

#canary melon

#walter melon

#honey dew (alternatively #walter melons love intrest maybe)

#devon cantaloupe

#tw knives #tw knife #stanlee melon #walter melons love interest maybe #walter melon #phara melon #honey dew #canary melon #devon cantaloupe #oc masterpost #zombie draws #jis is so weird i never get to do my non chibi style lol #you will all see a lot more of these little lads soon enough #ill be redrawing some of my og comics and posts for them

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astrid-goes-for-a-spin · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014), Supergirl (TV 2015), Batwoman (TV 2019), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Arrow (TV 2012), Black Lightning (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iris West & Kate Kane, Barry Allen/Iris West Characters: Iris West, Kate Kane, Kara Danvers, Ava Sharpe, Thea Queen, Sara Lance, Wally West, Kendra Saunders, Ray Palmer, Nate Heywood, Nia Nal, Samantha Clayton, William Clayton, Barry Allen, Mary Hamilton (mentioned), Alice (mentioned), Alex Danvers (mentioned), Laurel Lance (mentioned), Chloe Sullivan (mentioned), Gary Greene (mentioned), Cisco Ramon (mentioned), Peter Gambi (mentioned), Jennifer Pierce (mentioned), Perenna (mentioned), Superman (mentioned), Lois Lane (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffeeshop AU, gratuitous crossovers, full on mixing all five shows here, and stealing from Smallville, Women Being Awesome, Iris is a spy, spy Iris West, Jitters is a front for the JLA, boss Kate Kane, Kate runs the coffeeshop, Alex and Ava and Lyla run the JLA, kid William Clayton, William's love of the Flash, Fluff without Plot, friendship fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cisco and Gambi are buds, who run the world, women, time bros, i have squeezed every possible reference in Series: Part 5 of Iris Week 2020 Summary:

Iris Week 2020 Day 5: Coffeeshop AU!

Iris’s paycheck might say she’s a barista, but it’s been a long time since she’s had any reservations about her real job: taking the temperature of the crowds they use to mask the underground Justice League headquarters.

@iriswestallenweek

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for the tumblr crowd, here’s the full text!

“Don’t tell anyone,” Iris repeats mockingly to herself, “But I have it on good authority that one of the regulars here is Batwoman.” Scoffing, Iris slams the cash register closed. She gets a few of these fringe people every week, insisting to her that the data shows that Jitters just has to be the locus of all the superheroes Iris can imagine.

Iris is great at customer service: she’ll smile and ask “Oh, really? Should I be watching out for Black Canary in the morning rush?” and scooch into the unoccupied chair across from the newest theorist, and this is almost always a good strategy to get the down-low.

Ripping the rag off her shoulder, Iris goes through the kitchen, dodging colleagues, and raps at Kate’s door.

“Yeah?”

“Your sister thinks Batwoman’s a regular here,” Iris says, rolling her eyes as Kate stares over the computer screen. “Are you ever gonna tell her? Because one day she’s gonna tell that theory to the wrong friendly face.”

Kate lets out a very small groan. “Mary?”

“If it was your other sister we’d be in a lot more trouble, because I think Kara would’ve vaporized her,” Iris says. “Kate, we need a better front. Literally anything. Casino?”

“I’ve been telling her,” Kara says herself, materializing at Iris’s elbow. Iris doesn’t even jump anymore. “Alex says the funds just aren’t here.”

“You have no idea how much money my family is worth,” Thea shouts from the depths of the kitchen, clearly eavesdropping.

“Are you even working?” Sara shouts back.

“Like you’re one to talk, babe,” Ava says, stepping off the elevator and appraising Sara’s makeshift pull-up bar in the freezer doorway. “Iris, did you say you have a new conspiracy theorist?”

“Kate still hasn’t told her sister, and now Mary’s telling me about it,” Iris reports. “Other than Mary, I’ve still got crazy Chloe Sullivan, who fully believes Superman works here, and Gary Greene, who is becoming uncomfortably...Gary.”

“Can someone help out front, please?” Kendra calls through the kitchen. “It’s getting very busy!”

“I’m comin’!” Wally says, juggling hand-whipped milk and fancy batter for pastries Iris can’t name – one of the many perks of a speedster on the staff. Kara snatches the bowl of batter as he passes and disappears off toward the ovens, heat vision starting to glow.

“Yeah, I’m heading back out,” Iris sighs, rapping Kate’s door again. “Seriously. We could be anything, this is just exhausting. Gambi and Cisco have a petition running around the lower levels to switch to a tailor’s.”

“Too many people come through here to ignore,” Ava says. “If you really need, I’ll ask around to see if we can get someone else in here to lighten your load.”

“I hear Lois Lane is great at this kinda thing,” Iris snarks. Kara barks a laugh from the other side of the kitchen. It’s a good point; Lois is pushy and brassy and all wrong for this kind of work. Iris needs spies. Or therapists. Would Jen’s meta-therapist – Perenna, right? – be a good source? “Yeah, I’m going.”

When Iris reemerges into the hustle of the coffeeshop proper, she takes a moment to readjust. While they do hate the conspiracy theorists, it’s because they are right; if a hero isn’t working at Jitters, they’re definitely connected here in other ways. Iris has a panic button on her phone and her keys for just that reason: she’s a walking compendium of secret identities.

“You take the orders, Ray,” Iris says as she passes him, patting his shoulder. Ray is perhaps the only person Iris knows who actually enjoys customer service, and he makes an excellent human shield for just this reason. “I’m going to call out orders.”

For a bit, Iris can just lose herself in the flow of the work. It’s nice, at least, to be paid a living wage and know she’s safe and that she works among friends. Ray cheerfully listens to what Iris considers to be ridiculous names for beverages, Nate makes them, hip-checking Ray every other order, and hands them off to Iris, who calls out names. Nia is on cash register, and Iris can’t believe she’s been as patient as she has with them high-fiving over her head.

“Two hot chocolates for Samantha?” Iris calls. A woman she vaguely recognizes hurries up to the counter, and Iris stares at her face, trying to memorize the details in case they’re the key to Iris’s memory: long dark hair parted exactly in the middle, wide, tired eyes, thin nose, pale skin. It’s not until Iris notices the little boy tucked into her side that it clicks.

“Hey, what’cha got there?” Iris asks conspiratorially. William Clayton looks up at her with adorable gentle curiosity. “Is that a Flash action figure?”

“He loves the Flash,” Samantha says, and Iris nods sagely. “We went to the parade this year and William saw him run past, I think it was the happiest moment of his entire life.”

Now that Iris is looking, she sees a lot of other Flash-related details on Oliver’s son: a backpack full of the lightning insignia; red-and-gold shoelaces. His fingers worry and worry at the figure; he drops it and quickly picks it back up.

The bell at the door tinkles, and when Iris sees who’s coming in, she smiles wide.

“Hey,” Iris whispers. “You really love the Flash?”

William nods eagerly. Iris looks over his head and makes eye contact with her boyfriend.

“I can promise you,” Iris says, her gaze still pinned to Barry, “He comes through here at least every Tuesday.”

#iwaw2020 #iris week 2020 #iris west #coffeeshop au #iris is a spy #and jitters is a front for the justice league #the flash #legends of tomorrow #batwoman #black lightning #arrow

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daenyara · 5 years

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Multifandom writing challenge?

Thank you all for 1.2k, you’re awesome and I hope you know how much I appreciate you! Well, it’s been a whole year since I first started writing, and my birthday is in like, 2 weeks, so I thought: why not organizing something very self-indulgent? And that’s what I did. (I totally had this prepared since I hit 1k back in February)

Rules are pretty much the usual:

NO paedophilia/predatorial; NO rape/non-con nor romanticized toxic/abusive relationships; NO incest; NO smut for underage characters, even though the reader is underage as well;

Also: no monster sex; no rpfs (real person fiction); no A/B/O dynamics

Smut is welcome, but I won’t reblog it unless it’s under the cut

Use the proper warnings!

Max. 3 prompts for each person

You can interpret the prompt as you want; aus and crossovers and encouraged

500 words min. and please use the ‘keep reading’ feature

Can be a one-shot or the first chapter of a series

No deadline. We’re all busy with our lives, just write it when you feel like it! If, like me, you’re one of those people who need a deadline to function, then let’s say 6 months?

All things related will be tagged #ro’s 1.2k challenge

Tag me in your fic and let me know if I don’t reblog it within 3 days

You don’t have to follow me but please reblog this as a signal-boost

You can write for:

Marvel, DCEU [all the characters and ships], Supernatural [Cas/Jack/Dean x reader; Destiel], Brooklyn Nine-Nine [Rosa x reader; Peraltiago], Criminal Minds [Spencer Reid x reader], The 100 [Bellamy/Octavia/Clarke x reader; Bellarke].

Platonic/non-romantic pairings are fine

On with the prompts! Send me an ask with the prompt(s) you want.

Dialogue prompts:

You might recognize some of these (if you recognize all of them I love you)...

❝Besides, I could use a break from keeping you alive❞ ❝Thank you. For keeping me alive.❞ ❝You don’t make it easy.❞ ( @ourdreamsrealized w/ Tony Stark)

❝My mother, if she knew what I’ve done, who I am. She raised me to be better. To be good. And all I do is hurt people. I’m a monster.❞ ( @ruckystarnes w/ Bucky)

❝If you need forgiveness, I’ll give that to you. You’re forgiven.❞ ( @teenybucks w/ Bucky)

❝You know what I love about funerals? Everything I own is black.❞

❝Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelley; she died a widow.❞

❝What are you doing in here?❞ ❝Eating cookies and avoiding confrontation.❞ ( @221bshrlocked w/ Steve Rogers)

❝This may be shocking for you, but I don’t trust you.❞

❝Big mistake. Big. Huge. I have to go shopping now.❞ ( @mattaretto )

❝I am a witch. A real house-haunting, broom-riding, cauldron-stirring witch.❞

❝In this country, sometimes the only place you can find a brave and honest person is in prison.❞

❝I do not know how to use my fists, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to fight.❞

❝Oh shit, four guards!❞ ❝Is that all?❞ ( @bb-8dameron )

❝Too drunk is why karaoke was born!❞ ( @dirtytomatoedwrites w/ Bucky)

❝It worked better in the movie!❞ ( @officially-tonynat-shrine w/ Loki)

❝I don't know what they taught you in med school, but the word "helping" doesn't mean handcuffing people and chopping up their brains.❞

❝At least you're wearing clothes.❞ ( @brooklynbarrnes w/ Bucky)

❝What are you doing?❞ ❝I’m practising.❞ ❝For what?❞ ❝My future as a homeless, unemployable failure.❞ ( @thebookwormslytherin w/ Bucky)

❝What does that say about you?❞ ❝I'm sure it speaks volumes about my poor choices, my own dishonesty, indecency, and general lack of good character.❞ ( @the-canary w/ Bucky)

❝You're awake?❞ ❝If I had to hear one more of your confessions, I was going to kill myself.❞

❝How long are you gonna hold my hand?❞ ❝Until we’re dead and buried!❞ (@thegirlholdingbooks w/ Steve Rogers)

❝How did you get everyone to help you?❞ ❝I appealed to their sense of teamwork and camaraderie with a rousing speech that would put Shakespeare to shame.❞ ( @itsbuckysworld )

❝Do I even weigh anything to you?❞ ❝No. It's like holding a couple of grapes.❞ ( @bb-8dameron )

❝How do you like my new office? Twentieth floor.❞ ❝Yes, I never thought I'd see you this high without a broom under you.❞

❝Start the car. Or I'm gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth.❞

❝You think you're funny?❞ ❝I think I'm adorable.❞ (@montechristos)

❝This new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you.❞

❝I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defence.❞ ( @spiderrpcrker w/ Peter Parker)

❝The point is, you’re cool, dope, fresh, and smart-brained. I’ve never seen you dance, but I bet you’re good, cause you’re good at everything. You’re awesome! Be nicer to yourself.❞

❝You gotta let me help! There ain’t no me if there ain’t no you.❞ ( @helplessly-nonstop w/ Rosa Diaz)

❝You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant... but scary.❞ ( @khaleesi-marvel w/ Loki)

AUs and scenarios

Modern cowboys

Soccer team

Hotel/ B&B

Out-of-body experience

Music band ( @buckyssoul )

High School reunion ( @itsbuckysworld )

Sensate cluster

New in town ( @jupiterbucky w/ Bucky)

Hackers

Post-apocalyptic world ( @helplessly-nonstop )

Dojo

Hitchhiking

Music:

What’s Up by 4 Non Blondes

Mr. Brightside by The Killers

Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier ( @trashpanda-barnes w/ Bucky)

Eye of the Tiger by Survivor

Lean On Me by Bill Withers

Can’t Pretend by Tom Odell

Too Much Love Will Kill You by Queen ( @oh-snap-bucky )

Dancing in the Moonlight by Toploader

Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

I Will Take You Home by Ed Sheeran

And I Love Her by Passenger

I’ve Just Seen A Face by The Beatles ( @hufflebucky w/ Bucky)

She Is by The Fray

#rossana celebrates #writing challenge #multifandom #multifandom writing challenge #marvel writing challenge #ro’s 1.2k challenge #ginatoldmeso

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misty-avalon · 5 years

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Questions to Know Me Better

Tagged by @theoceanismyinkwell Thank you!! ^-^

FOURTEEN PEOPLE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

ONE / name: Misty (not my real name but that’s what I go by on tumblr dot com)

TWO / birthday: September

THREE / zodiac sign: Virgo

FOUR / height: short af (i’m actually very self conscious of my height so i don’t like it when people make jokes about me being short - only i get to do that)

FIVE / hobbies: reading, baking, blogging, learning how to sew and cross stitch, having a good jamming out session to kpop

SIX / favourite colour: blue (the sky is blue, the pools/oceans/seas are blue - it’s a very relaxing colour)

SEVEN / favourite book: Harry Potter series (i have yet to come across another book series that knocks harry potter off the top spot for me)

EIGHT / last song I listened to: stay - blackpink (sometimes i just need a relaxing acoustic song after jamming out to more intense bops)

NINE / last film I watched: Detective Pikachu (the 2nd half of the movie is so good omg)

TEN / inspiration for muse: i’m not sure what is meant by ‘muse’ but if you mean myself then I have taken a lot of inspiration from BTS and e1 Laurel Lance. BTS’ music has given me a lot to ponder about. The HYYH era of songs said the things that I wanted to say that I never found the right words for. For the first time in 3-4 years I didn’t feel lonely anymore and I learnt from their songs that the things I felt were perfectly valid things to feel. From that I gained new motivation (the kind that doesn’t make you feel like you’re drowning when you come across stresses and inconvieniences) that I channelled towards my last 2 years at uni. Then fast forward to the love yourself era, it was Namjoon’s UN speech and Jin’s epiphany that really drove the message of ‘self love’ home. I learned not to rely on other people for love but rather to create some love for myself because that can never be taken away from me. I learned that I am enough and nobody will ever be able to make me feel like I’m nothing. Ever since then I feel like I’ve become a much healthier and more positive person (although a reminder that i am not perfect and i probably still have some problematic behaviours that im not aware of yet). I also found inspiration from Laurel’s arc from being (rightfully) angry and depressed to choosing to be a hero as the Black Canary. I wasn’t in the best place from end of 2012 to beginning of 2015 so I related a lot to s2-3 Laurel. Seeing Laurel become the Black Canary reminded me that I can overcome the emotional crap that I went through, I can choose to look on the brighter side despite everything, I can choose to move on and be better - and I did. When it comes to irl people I guess I do kind of take inspiration from the people that I know (the ones who matter). Seeing the people who matter to me (even if we don’t talk anymore) having genuine smiles on their faces is like a mental refresher ie i get renewed energy to go about my day completing my tasks and they give me inspiration for how I want to shape my future.

ELEVEN / dream job: doing research or assisting in research in the pharmaceutical industry, or having my own business (doesn’t need to be fancy) that helps me earn a modest living

TWELVE / meaning behind your URL: my url is inspired by bbc merlin. I wanted a url that hinted on fantasy and the mystical unknowns (ie possibilities that are yet to be discovered - a metaphor for the sense of longing to explore whether a physical place or an aspect of life). So I started playing around with the words ‘mystical’ and ‘mystery’ which then evolved into ‘misty’. Then I looked at the word ‘avalon’ and not only did I like the sound of the name, I also liked how it’s the name of a legendary land - a land shrouded in mystery. The words ‘misty’ and ‘avalon’ sounded like a really good fit for each other and so ‘misty-avalon’ was born. For those of you who have followed me since 2013 you might remember that my initial url was something like ‘destinyhopesapphire95’ (like some tween looking username/email) so you can see why I needed to change it. Even with my old url I wanted something inspirational hence ‘destiny’ and ‘hope’, and I picked ‘sapphire’ which is the September birthstone. As for ‘95’ y’all can probably figure that out yourselves

THIRTEEN / top 3 ships: my top ships are always changing as i find new shows to watch. My current top 3 (which is true for the last 2 months) is: 1) barry/iris (the flash), 2) jonah/amy (superstore), 3) buffy/marty (andi mack)

FOURTEEN / lipstick or lip balm: lipstick, i like being able to play around with different colours

FIFTEEN / currently reading: im not reading any books atm, but i am playing the playchoices app which is an app for visual novels. Other than that I read news articles to keep up to date with the happenings of the world

SIXTEEN / work: i’m learning how to drive atm because workplaces and jobs where i live are a lot more accessible when you have a licence (i didn’t learn to drive as a teen like most people did because knowing myself I just knew that it wasn’t a good idea nor the right time), but other than that we (mum and i) are in the process of figuring out how to move to a different city and selling our house so everything is in limbo, but just this morning i revised a newer and better education plan where I hope I’ll be able to earn a few more certificates/degrees

SEVENTEEN / fiction?: yes? (tbh i don’t really understand what this is asking here) when it comes to fiction I’ll always pick out fantasy

EIGHTEEN / fanfiction?: I don’t always read fanfics but when I do I always look for some fluff to read

Tagging 14 people I’d like to get to know better: (won’t be tagging 14 people because i have a small tumblr social circle and i literally only keep seeing the same 3-4 blogs on my dash)

@narniangriff23 @randomnessoffiction @annabethchasethyourdreams628 @babsgordnn plus anyone else who wants to do this but I may have forgotten to tag!

(no pressure or anything ;) friendly reminder I won’t be offended if you don’t want to do it)

#questionnaire #about me

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atinystar · 5 years

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Basics:

name: Bella pronouns: she/her zodiac sign: Sun in Capricorn and my mom’s a Leo so I’m sure to rub it in yall’s faces all the time, but here it is in case anyone didn’t knew. Also the other two main on my zodiac full report are Sagittarius and then Taurus taken or single: single

Three facts:

1: I am doing a diet where I’m cutting most sugars except the natural ones in fruit and stuff, so the mood is roasting everything that moves and it has been fun seeing how the lack of sugar is affecting me. Hopefully it will be worth the end and I’ll be a healthier person and a leaner :3 2: Before having cats and discovering the feline mama within me, I had a turtle and almost got to be offered a canary, but then I adopted my first cat once I encountered her 3: I started to walk the first time ever on my own and properly because of a family friend offering me a shrimp and when mom wanted me to stay put, she bought my composure with some ice cream.

Experience:

platforms used: Started on Facebook with my best friend and my first muse ever was a male, things didn’t went super well because of a bad relationship he had, but I continued to try and also tried to play girls from there and felt more comfortable with them, also was on Twitter for a hot minute but it was far too much of a toxic environment for me, so I kept it on Facebook for a good while, but that also sucked because accounts were always being shut down, but then me and my best friend changed to a site called Roleplay Republic on which I stayed for a bunch of years and left not too long ago after making this blog, because of a toxic roleplay I was in which had a female and a male muse of my own in toxic relationships. I have to thank @fantasyisles for giving me the courage to tag along with them to here, or else maybe I would had stopped roleplaying or would still be there afraid to roleplay because I would be scared to encounter the roleplayers I had those oc and also ooc dramas with, also since I found such a awesome community on here -- despite what some nag about -- I’ve been trying new things and been playing boys again and now I’m way more comfortable and confident playing as boys.

Muse Preference:

female or male: As said before, I had a preference to play girls and am only diving more into playing as boys nowadays and am feeling way more confident now than the other times I tried, so both, I suppose. least favorite face(s): Anime/cartoon face-claims without real fc’s, because how can it be expected for my muses to gush over yours and for me to do edits? Kinda looks weird, but for as long as there is a human real fc, I’m here for it and assholes like the ones from the Burning Sun scandal that are pure evil. multi or single: Both angst / smut: Gimme everything. The more drama and content we can hold onto to make the thread have real consistency, the better. plot / memes: I’m not one of those people that will crucify anyone for reblogging memes from me and frankly I find it pathetic for people to try to pressure others to send back anything, although I understand their point, but newsflash: The more anyone does this, the less they will receive them. Anyways, if people send them or anons, I obviously will get excited, but if not sending any, I’m also cool with it. For me, memes are more of an aid to any thread/ship you have that can compliment a scene or a thought and not a thread itself, or also to aid with activity with a less active roleplayer, so we can have something going on to keep the interests in check and as for plots ideas, I do reblog some and keep some on my wishlist and even do some open starters relating to them. It’s good to keep the creative juices running and these do help, but I also don’t focus a lot on them.

tagged by: @sugapop-rp thank you for the tag bb <3 tagging: @fantasyisles @scarletxaya @xxj0kerxx @httpyccngs @leevdonghun @pyhyemi @princcssin @starbbysteps @xhxnne

#ooc #games

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jaybeartodd · 6 years

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Colleagues Pt. 14/17 -- Jason Todd x fem. reader

Warnings: a lot of cursing, violence, more and more angst

Word Count: a lot

Tags: @sarcasmismyfirstlove @tsctd @multi-fandom-dumpster @wordsmusicandchocolate @cattwomannn @itstoastytodd @nicunt @browneyedangel @amnahs9695

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

A/N: It is a lot and it probably isn’t great and I am sorry.

Black spots dance across hour vision as they fight for control against the bright light. .

Once your vision clears, you frantically move your head in search of some kind of understanding but a sharp pain radiating through your arm and head denies movement. An involuntary pained noise escapes your mouth.

“Y/N! Are you okay? What hurts? What do you need?” a tired yet frenzied voice hurries towards you. You blink in denial at the speaker currently sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Jay? Is that you?” your small voice asks. You raise a shaky hand using the arm that is not currently rendered useless by excruciating pain to his face. You approach slowly afraid that it will disappear under your fingertips. Your fingers brush against the unshaven scruff and you glance into bloodshot yet familiar blue eyes. He covers your hand with his

“In the flesh,” his lip curves in a smile that once proved comforting but now makes the hope building in your chest deflate in dread.

“No,” he looks confused and you shut your eyes warding off the haunting reminder of what you have lost. “Y-you’re dead. You are all dead. It always ends the same.”

Tears spring from your eyes and you feel Jason’s ghost press your hand harder to his face.

“No, Y/N, listen to me. This,” he presses harder, “is real. I’m real. You were injected with the fear toxin.” You shake your head and he sighs in frustration.

“Nick and Trey are here. I am here. We are all here for you. We aren’t going anywhere Doll,” he says the last part softly as your trembling comes to a halt. You open your eyes hesitantly.

You have seen this scene play out a million times. Reassurance in the presence of Jason or Nick or Trey but they all end the same. The personal and cutting accusations begin. “Should have saved me.” “I was just a kid.” “Can’t even save your little brother.” Then they are ripped away from you in a fatal disaster. But none have reassured you that they are actually there with you.

“Is it really you, Jay?” he smiles softly and gently wipes the tears from your eyes.

“Of course Doll. They don’t make them this handsome in whatever toxin Crane has cooked up this week.” You ignore the pain in your shoulder and wrap your arms around him tightly.

He lets out an oof before returning the hug gently careful of your shoulder. You bury your head in his chest and he strokes your hair. Your shoulder starts to ache and you hiss in pain.

“Alright Dopey you should probably get some rest.” Jason says and you sit back on the pillow. You finally notice the IV in your arm. Your eyes follow it until you catch sight of your bandaged shoulder barely concealed by the thin hospital gown.

“Was I shot?” you ask incredulously. You take in your surroundings and take note of the familiarity of the hospital room as well as the ‘Get Well’ balloons and flowers littering the endtable.

“Yes,” Jason says clenching his teeth. You hitch up an eyebrow and gently touch the bandage.

“Wow, that is badass,” you whisper and Jason laughs.

“You won’t say that once the painkillers stop working,” he says.

“Wait, this is how it feels with painkillers?” you grimace feeling slight anxiety over

Nick appears in the doorway and you grin widely. His face looks aged from stress but brightens when he sees you awake. He makes his way towards you with a slight limp.

You grab him with your good arm and place your cheek on his head. Your eyes grow watery at the feeling of Nick safe in your arms. It takes a good mental shake not to have inhibitions and actually believe in him standing in front of you. Jason tenderly grabs your other hand and strokes your thumb comfortingly seemingly always in tune with your emotions.

“I am so glad you are okay Nicky,” you whisper holding your little brother close.

“I am so sorry Y/N,” You feel tears fall into your hair from his face and you squeeze him tighter.

“There is nothing to apologize for, Nicky. This wasn’t your fault.” you say and he pulls back. Guilt creeps into his watery eyes as he looks down at your shoulder.

“I-I chose you. I was just so scared,” His lip trembles as he looks down. You open your mouth to say something but Jason’s hard look towards Nick stops you. Obviously, that is new information for everyone.

You rub your suddenly tired eyes and sigh. “No, Nick. That was the right thing to do.”

“No, Y/N. Are you kidding me?” Jason pipes in, no longer willing to watch you comfort your brother who has on numerous occasions put you in danger. He stands up and looks at Nick furiously.

“Jay, please-” you plead, not needing this argument right now.

“You almost killed your sister, again, and now she has to be the one comforting you? Are you noticing the pattern or must I enlighten you?” Jason ignores you. Nick stands up and looks at Jason with a red face.

“You are the one who put her in danger by entering her life!” Nick yells and this takes you and Jason by surprise.

“Now, would you two shut up? No one here is at fault!” You yell weakly and Jason looks towards you apologetically. But Nick obviously isn’t done with this argument.

“It didn’t occur to you that dating the Red Hood was dangerous?” Nick’s reveal rings heavy through the room. Jason’s mouth falls open.

“Nick, how?” you ask completely shocked.

“It isn’t rocket science, Y/N! Once you started getting caught in this mess the pieces fell together. I just couldn’t believe you would ever settle for the asshole who betrayed Sionis.”

Your eyes widen, “Betray?” Your voice cracks and Nick winces at his slip-up.

“Y/N, wait, no. It isn’t like that. You didn’t honestly think they would let me out that easily, did you? I had to give him something or-or… and I didn’t know he would hurt you. I just thought he wanted him,” Nick is suddenly slammed against the wall. An infuriated Jason has his fists curled on Nick’s jacket as he pins him.

“I know you did not fucking give me up,” Jason says between gritted teeth.

“Not you,” Nick chokes out and looks your way. Shit.

“Jason! Don’t!” you scream trying to get out of your bed. You rip out your I.V. as Jason puts up his fist. He slams it down and you wince at the crunch. Slowly you open your eyes to see Jason’s hand bloodied and a hole next to Nick’s head. Nick’s terrified eyes match Jason’s enraged.

“Jay,” You whisper and try standing up but fall to your knees. Jason drops Nick and rushes over to you.

“Y/N, I’m-” he starts but you shake your head with tears streaming down your face.

“Please, just go,” you whisper and he scrunches his eyebrows in confusion.

“Go? Y/N, I’m not- what?” he asks completely baffled.

“Just go. My family doesn’t need this,” you say having a hard time looking into his pained eyes.

He stands up and gives a scoff. “Your family, huh,” he shakes his head, “And you? What do you need, Y/N?”

His tired eyes bore into yours searching for answers you know you can’t admit.

“Just go, please,” you whisper and his nostrils flare. He clenches his bloody fist and looks at Nick coldly.

“If anything happens to her, you will regret it.” he says coolly and strides out of the room. You clutch at your pounding head and pinch your arm in a desperate attempt at waking up from this toxin-induced dream.

But you open your eyes to a very real Nick looking at you with very real regret etched into his face.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he says softly and you just shake your head.

“Me too Nick. Me too.”

Today marks the end of your first full week back at work. Your arm still lays useless in a sling even though it has been a few weeks since you’ve left the hospital. Which has proved to be a total pain in the ass as you try to juggle Bruce’s folders in one hand and your book bag falling from your uninjured shoulder. You breathe out a sigh of relief as Wayne Enterprises finally comes into view.

The anxiety of seeing Jason has dissipated as the week has gone with no appearance. You know it is for the best but you can’t shake the secret desire for a call or him showing up or any communication. Inadvertently, you find yourself attuned to anything remotely related to him. Your eyes remain unrelentlng in watching news reports on the day the vigilantes are currently saving. Every motorcycle you pass you wait for the driver to take off their helmet and reveal sharp blue eyes and white streaked hair. But before you get too caught up in the idea of seeing Jay again you think of Nick..

Ever since the attack Nick has been a groveling disaster. Nick had let the canary sing once you returned home from the hospital. He had tried to quit and the attack on him was real. It was only with a promise of information regarding the Red Hood that he was left alive. He had remembered Red Hood from driving him and Mask. Along with these memories he noticed how the vigilante took great care in getting you to the hospital and then Jason miraculously was there by your bedside. The night you were to give information to Mask was all a ruse. Instead of giving the entire batfamily identies away he decided to share that you were friends with Red Hood. When Jason had literally taken out every goon and blown his own cover the second you were in danger it was a confirmation. The plan was then to use you as bait. Mask promised he wouldn’t hurt you and Trey. This is easy to believe because there was no falsehood in the terror in Nick’s eyes the moment he realized he was being forced to choose between you and Trey. You sat through this conversation expressionless and Nick had looked desperately for a reaction. Without a word, you left him sitting alone at the kit hen table.

Your anger and desperation has led to continuous sleepless nights charged with coffee as you engrossed yourself in research and punching out an article. Mask is obviously fueled by vendettas. Scarecrow was less easily figured out but through extensive research into the attacks and interrogations of Wayne employees, you connected the dots. Scarecrow is using Wayne tech and employees to create deadlier weapons. And from intimidation and promises of keeping them safe from Mask he earns the cooperation of these Wayne employees. Your book bag currently holds key evidence and testimonies to take these bastards down. But knowing enough about the corruption of the police force you decide to do this Lois Lane style.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” you say bumping into a woman. Your folders drop to the ground and you scurry to pick them up.

The woman bends down and hands you the folders.

“Thank you,” you look up and start at the most piercing green eyes staring back at you. She flips her ridiculously long red hair over her shoulder and flashes a smile that would melt any cold heart.

“The least I can do! I bumped into you!” she chirps and you smile hesitantly.

“Kori, where did you- oh hey Y/N!” you hear a familiar voice. You look up to see none other than Dick Grayson clad in his police uniform walking out of Wayne Enterprises.

“This is Y/N?” Kori asks excitedly. Suddenly, you are engulfed in a hug that puts Dick’s to shame.

You laugh nervously and tuck your hair behind you ear once she pulls away.

“Oh, how rude! I am Kori. Dick’s lover.” she says and Dick clears his throat.

“Oh, sorry, his girlfriend.” she says correcting herself. Dick smiles warmly at her, clearly attuned to her naïvety..

“It is so nice to finally meet you! Dick and Jay have told me so much about you! You are a brave woman, Y/N.”

Your face grows hot. “Thank you.” Her face grows serious and she leans in close.

“You really must go see Jason. He is quite the mess.” she says and you avoid her concerned eyes.

“She has a point.” Dick says. Great, the Hottest Couple of the Year is cornering you.

“Uh, I don’t think he really wants to see me right now.” Your heart sinks to think you are causing Jay any pain.

“Nonsense! We could take you to him!” Kori says and you aggressively shake your head no.

“Oh, no. Thank you but I think that’s a bad idea. Plus I have work and stuff to do,” You sputter.

“Well luckily we happen to know your boss,” she giggles and you find yourself warming up quickly to her. “You guys can talk and honestly what is the worst thing that could happen?”

“Thanks, but I really do have a lot to do,” you say apologetically. Kori nods her head in understanding and gives a reassuring smile.

“Of course, we don’t want to pressure you,” she says.

“Well, it was really nice meeting you. And seeing you Dick,” you say smiling softly. After saying goodbye, you make your way inside towards the elevators.

Once inside the elevator, you clutch your folder close to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut. You knew you were hurting him when you asked him to leave. And every fiber of your being screamed at you to stop but you couldn’t risk losing your brother. Especially now when he needed you the most. He has made so many mistakes, admittedly a heaping mass of them. But you know deep down he is trying to protect himself and his family. Not exactly obvious but you know your brother well enough and he is not innately selfish. Intentions are good but execution not to so much. And more than anything you wanted the lying and distrust between the two of you to stop. You want your little brother back. You want your nephew back. With Jason around, more like Jason’s tendency to hit what is making him angry, you know it will make Nick uneasy and even more reluctant to divulge anything to you. Your brother is not exactly known for being one who learns from his mistakes. And Jason is not known for controlling his temper.

The rest of the shift goes without any more chance encounters. You had gotten your work done several hours earlier but decided to work on your article and cross-reference sources leaving you sitting at your desk way past your assigned shift. It isn’t until a janitor comes by mopping the floor that it occurs to you to probably head home. Wiping the exhaustion from your eyes, you pack up your stuff and say a farewell to the custodian.

You glance at your phone walking out of the building and wince at the very late hour. You shoot a quick text letting Nick know you will be home soon but being all-to-aware of your brother he is probably passed out as of hours ago.

The lack of sleep and come down from the excessive amounts of caffeine pounds at your head while your shoulder is demanding attention by intensifying its own pain. You stop on a sidewalk and open up your backpack for painkillers. You swallow a few and shake your head trying to reduce some of the fogginess in your brain. This is when it occurs to you that you do not recognize any of your surroundings.

You spin in a circle searching for any familiarity but feel the panic when you come up empty. You must have taken a wrong turn but was too damn out of it to realize. You mentally slap yourself. And you are always so damn careful. Gotham is a dangerous place during the day but nighttime seems to be when it hits its peak especially in designated areas. You punch Nick’s contact and nervously look around at the empty streets as the phone rings.

“Come on, Nickie. Pick up the phone,” you whisper anxiously tapping your foot. His voicemail pops through the phone and you send many curses in neat packages his way. Your finger hovers over Jason’s name.

Pros and cons. Pro; you might survive the trip. Con; Jason currently hates your guts. Pro; You miss him. Con; you really don’t want to see him.

“Ahh, fuck it,” you say and hit his number. You hold your breath at each pause between the rings half-hoping and half-dreading his deep voice answering. You let out a sigh concocted of both relief and frustration when he doesn’t answer.

You don’t have the money for a cab so without any other option you decide to walk. You’ve made it this far, right?

Following crappy walking directions courtesy of you phone you start to make your way down unfamiliar streets. It leads you to an alleyway and you merely glance at it shaking your head.

“Nope, nope. Too many movies,” you say and feel smug as you avoid it only to come crashing into someone. You look up into a yellow grin and the worn features of a man much much larger thant you. You back up mumbling an apology.

“What’s wrong girl? You lost?” he asks with a gravelly voice. You swallow and shift the bookbag on your good arm. Too bad none of Jason’s lessons covered what to do with one shot arm and about 25% coherence.

“Um, no, I am fine. Thank you,” you say and mentally scold yourself. Are you trying to kill him with kindness?

You start backing up towards the alleyway you had previously condemned but suddenly looked more appealing. You see lights on in one building with lights on but in order to get it you would have to pass scary man. He stares at you with the same wide grin but you turn away and begin walking very briskly. Your phone begins buzzing in your hand scaring the absolute shit out of you. You look at it and see Jason’s name. You answer it hastily.

“Start talking about how you are just around the corner and how you will see me in a few seconds.” he says.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” you answer panicked and turn around to see the man following you. When you turn back around you stop dead in your tracks as another man appears in front of you.

“Shit, I will be right down,” he hangs up and you stare nervously at the other man now approaching you. Suddenly, your bag is ripped off your arm with such force you fall on your shoulder smack into a puddle. You bite your lip stifling a yell of pain.

“I wouldn’t get between her and her homework. Major nerd,” a robotic voice makes his appearance next to Stalker #1. He grabs your bag and lands a sickening punch to the man’s jaw. Jay’s victim falls with a thud to the ground and he tosses you the bag. It lands in the puddle and you shoot a glare at him. He shrugs, feigning innocence.

“Step any closer and I shoot, Hood.” the other man holds a shaky gun pointed in Jason’s direction. You slink back with your backpack so that you aren’t between the two. This man is obviously not Mr. Crime Lord evident from his wide eyes and unsure grip around the gun.

“Oh, gosh. Please don’t Mister.” Jason says mockingly and you roll your eyes.

“A child,” you say under your breath.

The man pulls the trigger and you recoil at the loud bang. The bullet misses Jason by several inches and you can only imagine the smirk growing behind the helmet.

“I asked nicely,” he pulls out the pistol at his side and with lightning speed has the man lying on the ground. You stare openly gaping at the unmoving figure.

“Did you just kill that man?” you ask incredulously.

“Relax. It’s a tranquilizer,” he says waving the pistol. You look at the fallen man skeptically and Jason sighs. He roughly grabs the man and holds him up for your pleasure.

“Look, breathing. Per Batman’s request,” he states and tosses the man back down. You breathe a sigh of relief and stand up not without struggle. Your bandage lays flopping on your arm completely soaked and exposing the harsh wound. And the pain. Oh the pain.

“That looks awful.” You give him a sharp look and he takes in your full appearance. His eyes are immediately drawn to the dark circles falling from your own and the decrease of color in your face. “You look awful.”

You let out a cynical laugh.

“Gee thanks Jay. I am glad to see you haven’t lost any of your charm there lover boy,” you quip and sling the bag over your good shoulder. Pain flashes across your face.

“Shit, fine.” Jay says and grabs the bag from you.

“Hey!” you protest but make a weak attempt at retrieving it.

“I can patch you up. My place isn’t far from here,” he says walking past you.

“Jason, no. I should really just get home.” He turns on his heels and stares at you.

“Y/N, just follow me and please for once don’t fight me on this.”

You narrow your eyes and cross your arms. He sling the bag over his back.

“Listen, I have better things to be doing, believe me. So the sooner the better,” he gestures in front of him with a sweeping arc of his arms. You recoil at the bitterness barely disguised in his robotic voice and sigh in defeat as you walk towards him.

“And I am the child,” he grumbles.

“Oh good one Jay.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t blow my cover tonight, maybe,” he snaps.

“No sane person is out here at this hour.”

“Got that right.”

The rest of the walk goes very similarly Frustration building itself over the past few weeks channels its way into petty bantering.

You finally stop in an alleyway behind the Gotham Police Station. Jason looks around before hitting the brick wall exposing a keypad. He punches in a code and a door reveals itself. You stare wide-eyed. Does he live underneath the police station? He steps and gestures for you to follow.

“Um, Jay, my apartment isn’t exactly bourgeoisie but it has to be better than a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles hideout.”

“Oh would you shut up and get your ass in here,” he whispers angrily. You walk in next to him and jump when the door shuts behind you two. Lights come on above and through computer screens illuminating a mini Batcave.

Jason strides towards a table taking his helmet off. He peels off his domino mask and lays them both down on the counter.

He turns around and your breath hitches. His hair is matted from sweat but the unmistakable messiness and white streak cause a flutter in your stomach. And the eyes you missed so achingly bad now stare back at you.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Huh? What?” you ask flustered. He cracks his grin and your stomach does an entire acrobatic routine.

“Would you stop checking me out and come sit in this chair so I can bandage you up.”

“I wasn’t- I was,” he grows more amused at your rambling, “You are so freaking infuriating.”

You stomp over to the chair and plop yourself down almost immediately regretting the extra movement when your shoulder hits you with another round. You roll up your sleeve to present the wound.

“This is going to sting like hell,” he warns watching your face carefully. You bite your lip and nod your head confidently. He stifles back a grin at your behavior and starts cleaning your wound.

“Ow damn you stupid ass motherfucker son of a bitch….” you manage to scream every profanity at him as what feels like torture is inflicted upon your arm. He stares at you with wide eyes.

“Damn Y/N leave the dirty talk for bedtime.” he winks and you seethe.

He finally manages to dress your wound with only a few attempted murders and minimum verbal abuse.

“There, you’re all set.” His eyes meet yours and cloud over before he turns away clearing his throat.

“Jay, look. I am really sorry.” you say sighing and place a hand on his shoulder. His muscles stiffen beneath your touch and he remains silent, afraid he will give away his own turmoil of emotions at seeing you again.

“Alright, I will go. Thank you for saving me, again.” you say and stand up to make your exit. As you walk past him, he grabs your uninjured arm lightly.

“You’ve been having the nightmares haven’t you?” he whispers softly and lets go of your arm. Tears threaten your eyes but you push them far back. The answer is yes Jay. Every night is a reminder of the hell the toxin put you through.

“No, I don’t know what you are talking about,” you shove your hand into your pocket and look down; a clear indication you are lying.

“Y/N, why did you push me away? I could help you!” he asks angrily. You look at him defensively.

“And attack my brother while you are at it?” you yell. He clenches his fist and stands up to walk away from you. Maybe a bit too far but you can’t help but release your sleep depraved frustration onto him. “Remember when you said you wouldn’t get between me and my responsibilities? I thought not attacking them was implied in that but supposedly we had mixed signals there.” He clenches his fist over a towel and turns back

“I shouldn’t have done that and I am sorry. But Y/N have you ever considered that you are neglecting the most important responsibility?” he accuses pointing the towel at you. “A responsibility to yourself.”

You purse your lips in anger.

“I-I” you try but he interrupts you.

“No, Y/N, I’m sick and tired of seeing you driven over until you are so spread out there is nothing left.” He walks dangerously close. “And then God forbid I point it out and you push me away for HIM! Just do something for yourself, damn it! Not for Nick, not for Trey, not for me, or work or school. Do it for you.”

You look into his heated gaze and can feel his hot breaths on your face.

“You want me to do something for myself?” you whisper and he nods exasperated. You close the small gap between you so that your chest is touching his abdomen. Flames dance in his eyes but you recognize this as lust over anger. You give him a playful grin and then shove him hard. You are completely taking him by surprise so he stumbles back a few steps. He fixes a surprised and anger filled look on you.

“That is for threatening my brother,” you say strolling up to him and he rolls his eyes. Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep or painkillers but you stop fighting the nagging part of you that wants him. He opens his mouth to scold more when you grab his face and cover his mouth with your own. You break away but hold his face inches from yours..

“And this is for me,” you whisper softly.

“Doll, you piss me off more than anyone I know,” He growls and kisses you harder. Your fingers tangle in each other’s hair and he lifts you up so that your legs wrap around his waist. The reasons for being separated for weeks completely fly out the window as he sets you down on one of the tables. You giggle holding his face close to yours as you hear several tools clatter to the ground.

“Damn I missed you,” he says with a smirk and captures your mouth again.

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tarotofbadkitties · 6 years

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Happy Secret Santa

Damon Salvatore was very old, very handsome and very bad at selecting appropriate gifts. To be fair, he usually didn’t try that hard, but this Christmas he was sure that he got it perfect. After much deliberation, and much bourbon, he settled on a pair of kittens. They were cute, tidy, and didn’t make a habit of barking. After trolling pet stores and breeders all up and down the East Coast, he picked out the cutest, tiniest little fur balls for miles and left them in an adorable box to be found in the foyer of the ridiculously festive boardinghouse. There was gift wrap on the box, there were bows, it was comfy and well-ventilated. Blondie would be proud, not that he cared or anything.

They were found all right. In fact, he walked in on Bonnie and Stefan very near to devolving into Mortal Kombat. They both looked equal parts harassed and murderous which, to be fair, was not how he expected them to react to receiving kittens. Stefan’s eyes were dark with veins trace across his face, and his fangs mirrored those of the agitated-looking kitten he was holding close to his chest with one hand as he yelled at Bonnie and waved his hand accusingly at her. For her part, Bonnie was so furious that her little body was shaking, right along with most of the objects in the room, and certainly the kitten she was holding.

The sight before him was enough to stun Damon into silence, so for several moments he was stupidly looking in on his girlfriend and brother somehow managing to find a reason to kill each other over baby cats. It took a moment for them to stop yelling at each other and chasing one another around long enough to even notice he had arrived. When they finally did notice him, they both yelled the same thing at him almost in unison. “Tell that lunatic that these are my kittens and they need to unhand them!”

“Stefan is going to eat them! Why would you give him kittens to eat?!” Bonnie continued.

Stefan’s entire face dropped, his feelings clearly hurt. “I have those sorts of issues very much under control, tiny person that I have not eaten, thank you very much.”

Finally, Damon shook himself out of the stupor induced by their hilarious ferocity. “Okay, I’ll bite. Stefan, what do you think I brought you a basket kittens?”

Assuming Damon asking in that way was confirmation that the kittens were indeed for her, Bonnie’s facial expression went from frustrated to smug and the objects around the room upset by her powers began to stop shaking. This caused the opposite reaction in Stefan, who began to brood, but responded nonetheless.

“I was sure that you had bought them for me because although I loved them as a human, I couldn’t keep pet with my blood issues since becoming a vampire,” he pouted. “I thought you noticed and wanted me to finally have a pet, but I suppose I was mistaken…”

Feeling Stefan’s broody energy rush into the house like a rush icy wind, Damon decided he would move things along promptly. “Now Bonbon, why do you think they’re for you?” Bonnie had not expected to be asked the same question, but after a second of stunned silence she also responded.

“Because of which requires a familiar, of course,” she responded with an expression that indicated it was a dumb question. “And besides that, customarily people give gifts tags to avoid precisely the sort of confusion.” Now she was glaring at Damon.

For once, that expression was not going to result in Damon ending up in the doghouse, so he just smiled and sauntered over to Bonnie. She just so happened to be standing under a mistletoe, so he took advantage of the excuse to cheer her up. He grabbed her harassed little face and gave her a kiss that made her blush, then whispered in her ear. Check the collar on the little animal you’re holding. She did so, and sure enough the caller said “Bon” on it.

Bonnie lit up like Christmas morning, and happy to be right as she was to have cat. She Smiling with the Gothic Canary, she turned to Stefan. “Check the caller, Stefan,” she suggested.

Seeing how related Bonnie looked, Stefan was hesitant to check the collar on his squalling bundle for, but reluctantly he did so. And lo and behold, the caller said “Stefan.” His eyes snapped up to Damon with alarm and confusion. “His collar says Stefan,” he answered.

Damon laughed, and beckoned for his little brother come over. Stefan cautiously approached with this cat, only slightly surer that it was his after seeing the collar. Once Stefan was close enough, Damon pulled him in for a hug and give him a kiss on the cheek too. “Clearly, I got one for both of you, and did a very good job figuring out which ones you would fall in love with,” Damon clarified with a laugh. “I’m not sure if you noticed, you both look just like kittens are holding right now.”

Sure enough, Stefan was holding a fair-haired cat with harassed looking hazel eyes, and Bonnie’s dark-haired cat had curious green eyes much like her own. Neither Bonnie nor Stefan had ever felt sillier, but the kittens were too cute to spend long wallowing in that. As soon as their new owners’ attention was on them, the kittens started to purr, and all was right in the boarding house.

“Well, I’m glad that’s sorted, but I have a terrible feeling about our rugs if someone doesn’t get these creatures very near a litter box very soon,” Damon hinted, looking at Stefan.

“Please don’t tell me that you bought them and don’t actually have any of these things,” Stefan whined.

Damon’s eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. “Have you seen the rugs in this house?! Vintage rugs! There is litter, litter boxes, food, scratching posts, brushes, and pretty much everything the lady I compelled at the pet store suggested I could possibly need.”

Bonnie smacked Damon in the arm. “Compelled!? Damon! We have money. Lots and lots of money. Why are you stealing pet supplies?”

“I just compelled her to make sure her recommendations are thorough. I paid for all of the things. Things Stefan is going to get because if we can’t keep the rugs safe we are not keeping pets.”

“I get the picture. I’ll take the cats and get them fed and settled. There is no need to threaten our newest houseguests,” Stefan groused, holding out a hand to take Bonnie’s kitten as well. Bonnie was a bit reluctant to hand over her kitten, but she didn’t want her to be hungry, so she let Stefan have her. For now.

When Stefan and the kittens were gone, Bonnie turned to Damon and raised a skeptical brow. “So…you bought me and your brother the same Christmas present?” she asked.

Ever the rogue, Damon wiggled his dark brows emphatically at her and smirked. “Well, as far as presents you would want me to give you in front of Stefan, sure…”

Bonnie sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes at him. “I wouldn’t call anything I get every day, usually twice a day a Christmas present,” she sassed. But when he took her by the hand to lead her upstairs to his bedroom, she still followed him. Naturally, Damon had an actual present for her upstairs as well, but it’s not a surprise if you tell them beforehand.

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gashinamoon · 7 years

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 17: Silver Lining

Words: 1153

Tags: Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Neighbours AU, Fluff

Week 17 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

Notes:Tried something slightly different with this week's prompt! I've always wanted to write a fic that's composed entirely of texts/emails etc, and this was just me seeing how much fun it would be! (Hint: a lot. I wanna do a full length fic like this one day.)

Please let me know what you think when you're done!

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Hey, so we have really thin walls and I just heard you crying. Are you okay? I live across the hall and I gave you my number when you moved in but we’ve never actually spoken since. So I'm sorry if this is weird. But yeah. Thin walls. Felicity x

Felicity?

Yup. That's me. I walked right into you the day you moved in and made you drop a box of plates on the floor. Which I'm still sorry about, by the way. And I'm not at all surprised that you've never spoken to me since, so don't worry about that. Those plates were probably expensive. Or family heirlooms. Oh god, were they family heirlooms?

Nope. Not family heirlooms. You're safe.

Thank god. I panicked for a second there. Anyway… are you alright?

Yup. Fine.

Really? You don't look like the kind of guy who just cries unless it's for a genuine reason?

What do you mean?

I mean… someone like you probably would only cry if they were like, really upset about something.

Someone like me? You don't know me.

I know! But you just look like the kind of guy who wouldn't be phased by anything. You know? Just from seeing you around and stuff. Guys who look like you don't usually cry a lot. Not that I'm playing into male stereotypes! Guys can cry as much as they like. I actually am a real advocate for that. It's healthy. But what I'm trying to say is that guys who look like you, you know with muscles and expensive looking suits to work everyday, are generally the kind of guys who boast about never crying.

Not that I spy on you! Because that would be weird. I just do my makeup at the window every morning and I see you come and go a lot. I promise I'm not checking you out ever.

Okay maybe sometimes. But just a little.

And please tell me to shut up and leave you alone at any point. Please.

Oliver… Can I hear you laughing?

I'm not laughing at you, I swear. I'm just laughing.

I don't care. I'm just glad you're not crying anymore.

Me too. My sister just moved across the world. She's 6 hours into a 12 hour flight right now. She's never been further away from me than she is right now and she still has thousands of miles to go. And I can't even call her and talk to her because she's on a plane. She's never been the best flyer either and I'm just glued to the flight tracker and counting down the hours to when she lands. I got a little emotional about it all. I didn't realise you’d be able to hear. I'm sorry.

Don't apologise! I'm so sorry you're worrying about your sister. I know it doesn't mean much now, but I'm sure she's going to have the time of her life overseas and she’s probably gonna call you everyday to tell you all about it. I mean, I don't know her obviously, but if I had a brother I'm pretty sure that's what I’d do. And for the record, the chances of dying in any kind of plane related accident are 1 in 29.4 million, just in case you were worrying about that. You're much more likely to be hit by lightning actually.

I had a dog when I was a kid that was hit by lightning.

You're kidding?!

Yeah, I am. Sorry.

That wasn't funny. I thought I'd just triggered a traumatic childhood memory.

I'm sorry. Seriously. I never had any pets when I was a kid, actually.

Oh god, that's so sad. Almost as sad as your made up lightning story!

Not really. My best friend next door had 3 so I could go around and play with them whenever I wanted to.

Good. No child deserves to grow up without dogs.

My sister and I begged our parents every Christmas to get us a dog. But it never worked. My mom liked to keep the house super clean and she insisted that a dog would ruin it. We gave up asking after about 10 years. It was a lost cause.

My mom first bought me a puppy as a guilt present when my dad left. I had 4 by the time the year was out. I may have pretended to cry a couple of times when I realised how easy it was to get myself another dog. And before you ask, as a fully grown adult, I hate myself.

There have to be perks of divorces, right?

You know all about them, I'm guessing?

Beer and video games and no curfews were my guilt presents.

Nice. I was 7 so I don't think beer would have worked for me no matter how hard I cried.

Probably for the best really.

Yeah. There's underage drinking and then there's, well… just giving your 7 year old child beer. Also known as child neglect.

Anyway, are you sure you're okay? I know we’ve now bonded over childhood divorce and you laughed at me digging myself a hole where I accidentally admitted that I sometimes check you out a little bit, but are you alright? What you told me about your sister is a lot to deal with.

Yeah, I'm honestly feeling a lot better. Talking to you has really helped. You're pretty cool.

Just not when I'm breaking your plates.

That was a long time ago. I forgive you.

Thanks. But I still feel bad. How about I buy you some new plates?

Are you free tomorrow? We could go get some plates from Ikea and then have dinner in the restaurant. I hear their meatballs are sublime.

I don't want to read too much into this but… are you asking me out on a date? Like a date, date?

It doesn't have to be a date. It could just be dinner. Besides, I like to think I have more class than to ask a girl on a date to a furniture store.

No. A date is fine. I like dates. And I like meatballs. And furniture.

I can't wait to tell my sister that I'm going on a date with the girl who broke all my plates. She’ll probably want to thank you. Because of that, we ate takeout for a week straight because we had nothing else to eat off of. When Thea finally went home, she said she felt 10lbs heavier. And apparently that was a good thing.

Silver linings, right?

I think the entire day leading up to this conversation with you has been one of those.

I'm glad I could make you feel better. And I just really I hope I live up to your expectations tomorrow.

I'm sure you will. How does 8pm sound?

Perfect.

I'll meet you in the hall?

Romantic.

That's me. See you tomorrow, Felicity.

Goodnight, Oliver.

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