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atlasscrumpit · 1 month

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Here's an idea… The reader and Bucky are in a closed psychiatric ward.

The Ward

You laid in your bed at the hospital staring at the picture of a baby duck on the wall.

"The fuck are you smiling at." You muttered, you hadn't slept all night so being grumpy was to be expected.

The door opened and you looked up to see one of the doctors.

"Good morning, Y/N. You ready for breakfast, Hun?" She asked as you sat up and groaned.

"I need coffee." You muttered making her chuckle.

"There's plenty of coffee, come on." She said as you put your shoes on and left your room, following the doctor down the hallway, smelling the fresh breakfast cooking.

When you entered you found your only friend and walked up to him to get breakfast as well.

"Hey, Barnes." You muttered as he grumbled and nodded his head a little.

He wasn't exactly the talking type.

You both got a tray of food before sitting at your regular spot by the window.

"I slept like shit last night." You muttered as he ate his breakfast and just nodded a little.

"How's the paranoia?" You asked as he rolled his eyes.

"They gave me new medication... I still know the truth though, so that means my paranoia isn't real and what I see is." He said as you nodded a little.

"Well, maybe you need to give the medication some time to work." You replied as he glared at you.

"You sound just like the doctors." He grumbled before he continued to eat.

"I heard Steve was coming to visit this week, that'll be good." You said, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah... I have missed him actually." He muttered as you smiled softly.

"I'm excited to see him again, he's always so nice to me." You said as Bucky smiled a little.

"It's because he feels sorry for you, by the way." He said as you glared at him.

"You suck. Eat your damn bacon."

You sat in the main room sketching like usual, you leant against Bucky where he was on the couch watching tv.

The front door was opened by the doctors and you saw Steve entering with his wife, Peggy.

Bucky looked up and for a moment you could see a streak of jealously, you always had a feeling he liked Steve more than a friend.

"Hey, punk!" Steve said, rushing in to give Bucky a hug.

Bucky hugged him, holding onto him for as long as he could.

You glanced up every now and then from your sketchbook. Steve and Bucky sat together to talk as Peggy sat next to you.

"Hello, Y/N. How have things been?" She asked as you smiled softly.

"Not too bad." You muttered in response as Peggy glanced at Bucky and Steve.

"So... How's thing with you and Bucky?" She asked, turning back to you.

"Good, he's my closest friend in here and maybe out there too. He's the only one in here that doesn't care about my past...cause his is kind of worse." You muttered as she chuckled softly and nodded.

"I like Bucky... But, he's still lost in...an old love." You whispered glancing at him and Steve.

"Yeah, I know he's in love with Steve." Peggy muttered as you nodded.

"He's still convinced he's in the wrong universe. None of the medications work on him, he still thinks that this is some crazy simulation and he's a hero or villain or something?" You muttered as Peggy listened.

"Yeah... Steve told me he had a pretty bad episode last time he visited. Screaming about avengers or something." She replied, sadly.

The day dragged on and you continued to sketch while everyone spoke to their visitors, no one ever visited you, but you didn't really think much of it.

You were glad when everyone left and you could finally talk to Bucky again, once Steve had left he just stayed sitting at the table staring down.

You went over to him and sat across from him.

"Hey, how'd it go?" You asked, you could see he was deep in thought.

"They've got to him now too..." He whispered as you looked at him with worry.

"Buck... Do you think maybe it's time you had your medicine?" You asked in a soft tone before he slammed his fist on the table, altering everyone.

"You're apart of this, aren't you!? I can see right fucking through you!" He shouted lunging across the table and tackling you to the ground, he wrapped his hand around your throat as you looked up at him in fear.

Thankfully three nurses ran over and sedated him as you scurried away and caught your breath.

One of the nurses knelt beside you.

"Deep breaths, it's okay." She whispered, gently rubbing your shoulder.

You glanced over at Bucky on the floor unconscious.

"Will he be okay?" You muttered as the nurse offered you a reassuring smile.

"Yes, he just needs time to calm down. Why don't you go back to drawing before dinner?" She said as you returned her friendly smile and nodded.

You laid awake at night listening to the screams coming down the hallway, you knew it was Bucky in the isolation room.

You got up and slowly walked down the hallway to see nurses standing at the door to isolation.

"Y/N, it's okay. Head back to bed, okay?" The nurse said as you looked at him.

"I'm worried about him." You whispered as he sighed, he began to lead you back to your room.

"I know, Y/N. But, he's in the best care, okay? I know it's scary to listen to, but he isn't being hurt, he's just in a bad way right now." He said as you went back into your room.

"You promise you'll take care of him?" You muttered as he smiled.

"I promise, Y/N." He replied as you smiled.

You were about to turn around to go back to bed when everything paused...even the nurse in front of you.

"Hello?" You muttered walking up to him, suddenly it was as if he glitched and then disappeared into thin air.

You panicked and quickly sat on your bed and closed your eyes.

"It's not real, it's not real." You whispered over and over again.

The world around you began to disappear as you cried and started running down the hallway again.

"Bucky!" You scream the door to isolation disappeared as Bucky stood there staring at you.

"What's happening!?" You shouted in fear, he looked at you in shock, how only realising you were seeing the same thing he was.

He rushed forward and grabbed your hand.

"It's okay... It's okay, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I hurt you." He shouted, everything becoming loud as thing disappeared, you leapt forward and held onto Bucky. He wrapped his arms around you tightly in return.

You held onto Bucky as tight as you could, crying in fear when suddenly it all stopped, you pulled away and looked around to see you were standing in a black void.

"Y/N!" You heard a voice shout as you both looked around.

"What's happening?" You whispered as Bucky began to fade away.

"No! No, Bucky!" You screamed trying to grab him before he completely disappeared.

Suddenly you stood alone in the dark, scared as you cried, you looked down and your hands began to disappear.

"It's not real... It's not real." You whispered, sobbing your eyes out before everything went black.

You woke up with a gasp, feeling things attached to you as you panted and looked around to see you were in a hospital.

Was it just a dream or an episode you had?

"Bucky!" You screamed out before someone came rushing in.

"Y/N, it's okay. You're okay." He said as you looked up at him in confusion, your memory began to unblur as your eyes widened.

"Tony..." You whispered as he smiled.

"Yeah, yes that's me. Jesus, you scared us... Bucky is okay, he's in the other room." He said as you nodded a little and sat up slowly.

"What happened..." You whispered as Tony sat beside you and sighed.

"We were fighting against these weird ass aliens, we thought we took them down but, we found you and Bucky unconscious. You had been injected with some kind of venom and it trapped you inside your own mind." He said as you rubbed your head.

"How long were we out?" You asked as he looked at you sadly.

"It's been four months." He said as you stared forward trying to take in all of this information.

"It's going to take a while to get used to this again..." You whispered as Tony smiled sadly.

You heard a noise and looked up to see Bucky.

"Steve caught me up... So, in conclusion I was right the entire time and you weren't." He said as you laughed and shook your head.

"You fucking suck."

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky x Reader #Bucky #Reader insert #Mcu #Marvel #Au #Psych Ward au #Avengers #Tony Stark

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leiandroid · 10 months

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psych ward au pt 2 🌸 | (pt 1 here)

he tries to hide his scar but she says its part of him and clips his hair back !

#gaaino #gaara #ino yamanaka #NARUTO #psych ward au #my art #leiandroid #building confidence with ino 101 #the socks are also from her #he never matches them #not on purpose #WARD BESTIES #for reference they are genin age #:o)

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navidoll · 1 year

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boob pillow

#psych ward au #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra #adora shera #my art #alternate universe #spop netflix #sheradora #adora #shedora #she ra fanart

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jadevalentine-writes · 23 days

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Finally had time to scribble down some notes regarding three new Good Omens AUs. The list grows ever longer! New additions are:

Hockey AU - Goalie Aziraphale vs. Demon on the ice forward Crowley

Pysch Ward AU - Anthony J. Crowley can see angels. Or, more specifically, AN angel.

Village Witch AU - Aziraphale comes to Crowley's defense when he's accused of being the village witch. Afterwards, Crowley jokes that it would be easier if he wasn't a single woman. Aziraphale suggests a solution.

They are all inspired by concepts and art from other wonderful fans but I won't tag them until the first chapters are written and up!

Enjoy.

#fic ideas #good omens #good omens aus #good omens fic ideas #hockey au #psych ward au #village witch au

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banshee-ate-a-button · 11 months

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more consepts for Psych ward Welcome home au.

not entirely sure if my human designs r good or not but I figured wallys blue hair is grown out a bit in this.

((tho I think I should've drawn it a tad longer and wavyer in the front.))

anyways, barnaby is a toy in this au.

Julie wears fake horns everywhere she goes.

not certain what the other characters would be like yet but I'm thinking Eddie and Poppy will be some of the hospital staff

#psych ward #psych ward au #welcome home #welcome home au #asylum au #welcome home aus #welcome home arg #art #wally darling #julie joyful

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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 5 months

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Combine The Fifth Element with Raya and the Last Dragon.

(I am working through the backlog at the moment, so for anyone curious: REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED. But these are my requests from years ago, that I am finally answering now that life is marginally less bad.)

Person A is entrusted with a key passed down through generations that will supposedly give the world’s savior an entrance into the world, but Person A is starting to doubt the legend. But then Person A gets a mysterious suitcase given to them while taking the bus home from their job, and when they bring it home, their key starts to react to the proximity of the suitcase. When Person A opens the suitcase with the key, it opens as up and appears to be a hatch looking into a small studio apartment that seems to be floating in the middle of space. Person B is the being living inside the pod apartment, and is excited to meet Person A and have an opportunity to leave their floating space apartment, but neither knows how they’re supposed to set the prophecy into motion and save the world.

Person A is entrusted with a key passed down through generations that will supposedly give the world’s savior an entrance into the world, but since the prophecy is fairly obscure, Person A doesn’t think to hide the key. But one day, their new roommate vanishes and Person A notices the key is missing from where they keep it too. But before they can go track down their roommate, a stranger, Person B, shows up with a suitcase/chest/box/etc., asking Person A if they have the key since the time has come to use it. So the two have to go on a journey to get the key back, and protect the container from people who may try to steal it.

Person A is a descendant of a god, entrusted with the object that was passed down through generations to save the world from peril when it arises. But when the signs of the apocalypse start to show up, they find the object has been left broken in it’s container. Now Person A has to seek out the current relative of theirs who is blessed with the closest connection to their god, to find a way to fix the object. Person B is a kid/teen in foster care who isn’t aware of anything to do with the legacy they are part of, but who has an imaginary friend, who starts urging them to run away to find someone - Person A. Because the world needs them both.

Person A is a descendant of a god, who was prophesized to find the necessary hero who will sacrifice themself to save the world from the apocalypse which will happen in their lifetime. But Person A is always told not to overthink it, that destiny will bring the person they need to find into their life. Now Person A is happily married to Person B, with children on the way, and gets the sign that the apocalypse is coming…and Person B will be the hero who has to sacrifice themself to save the world. Person A decides to, instead of telling Person B, hide the signs from them and find a place to hide and weather the chaos of the end of the world to protect Person B.

Person A is a descendant of a god-like alien race, living on Earth and knowing their purpose, as all their reincarnations before them did. But in the modern era, they’re just seen as being crazy and paranoid, and end up locked in a psych ward, where they meet Person B, who they immediately recognize as the one meant to end the world, harboring a great deal of uncontrollable and destructive power inside them - the power that builds up and releases every few thousand years. But Person B doesn’t know why Person A seems to hate them, since they have no knowledge of what’s inside them. All Person A’s reincarnations had to kill the carriers of the power, like Person B is now, but since the hospital staff won’t let them get close to Person B after a few botched attempts, they try to befriend Person B to get close to them. Person B is all too happy to clear their name with Person A, who they don’t remember upsetting but assume they must’ve, and accept their request of friendship. But the more time the two spend together, Person A notices the amount of destructive power inside Person B beginning to decrease and starts to question if there was another method, a more peaceful way, that their past selves could’ve handled their task aside from killing an innocent carrier.

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ferncrayon · 1 year

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I decided to write the teen Hicsqueak psych-ward AU that I couldn't get out of my head. If you think that sounds interesting, I hope you like it! If you think that sounds bizarre, or ludicrous, or nonsensical, my head has said all of that stuff too. 😅

The Worst Meet-Cute Author: ferncrayon Rating: Teen and Up Audiences TWs: Mental illness, forced hospitalization, self-injury, depression, mania. Note: None of the references to self-injury are graphic but they are candid.

"The crayon scribbles on the walls of Joy's insurance-sponsored cell are hard and savage, a welter of random color blasting out like shrieks from every side. Here and there you can see a dark, jagged mark where the crayon snapped in half mid-scribble. Joy closes her eyes, but she can still see it, someone else’s fury scrawled around her, surrounding her, breathing down her neck. She’s asked the staff about painting over it, but they’ve agreed that, yes, someone really should do something about it, in a tone that makes it painfully clear that no one is going to do anything about it. She’s thought about telling them that it makes her feel out of control, that it makes her want to cut, but telling them that would imply she has a way of cutting, and then they’d search her room and take away the very precisely broken plastic spoon under her mattress, and after that when the walls screamed at her she wouldn’t have any way at all to shut them up.

Joy has been living in this room in the Harborview Psychiatric Care Facility for Young Adults for forty-two hours, none of which count towards the mandatory 72-hour hold that was legally put in place after her father found her with the scissors and decided to tell every doctor, lawyer, and hospital administrator he knew, which was a lot, that his daughter was suicidal. Joy hasn't been trying to kill herself at all, but things like truth and reality never matter when her father gets going. Anyway, it turns out that weekends don’t count when you’re on a 72-hour hold. Neither, for that matter, do holidays, and Monday is July 4, so Joy will be celebrating Independence Day with an extra day’s captivity. She shudders and pulls her knees up to her chest on the bed, thinking about that spoon, black plastic gone white along the edge where she snapped the handle in two. It’s crude, but it ought to work, if she really needs it. Which, staring at these insane walls, is seeming like more and more of a possibility. Maybe –

But just then there’s an interruption, a knock at the door."

#the worst witch #hicsqueak #teen au #psych ward au #joy hecate hardbroom #pippa pentangle #don't blame me for this #I couldn't get the idea to go away without writing it #the worst witch 2017

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thaltro · 2 months

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Hey guys I’m back from the psych ward! sorry for the delay in posts, I’ll get back to working on psychs comic and your lovely requests 💚💚💚 here’s a nightmare

#nightmare sans #dreamtale #sans au #undertale au #utmv #undertale #bewbs #bazongas #I’m not kidding about the psych ward thing #I’m ok though #kinda #missed it here #Spotify

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akiacia · 18 days

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the myth of eros and psyche

#akia art #olba #baxter ward #thought this would be a fun parody/au! (ignoring the other trappings of the myth) 🤣#in hindsight the veil looks goofy but it worked in my head LOL #step 4 later maybe (i wanted to make sure i hadn't forgotten how to do illos #also all i initially rmbed and what inspired this was eros being a drama queen + psyche sicced w a million trials #but the finer details are wild af #i think eros/psyche is tame by olympus metrics but (my) modern sensibilities disagree 🤣 myth as allegory vs narrative ig

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ratwithhands · 1 month

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Hi, Viewer Discretion:

This AU is about a nonexistent fictional mental health condition. There is imagery of straitjackets and other restraints, as well as mention of discrimination based off of health conditions. If you are uncomfortable with this content then please feel free to click off and enjoy something else. Thank you.

Dressing Sketch

Uniform Sketches

League Party sketch

Sketch dump for Battle Addict! This art has been gathering dust for a few months 😭 only just remembered to post it here.

These sketches are from Ver. 3 of Battle Addict, aka Battle Addict Twins, where both of them get the HCCM diagnosis.

The base idea for Battle Addict is that while most people enjoy Pokémon battling, there comes a certain point where one's love/obsession for battle starts bleeding into the rest of their life and becoming detrimental to their everyday life. This is usually called Combative Mania (CM), which is present in a large part of the population (40%-60%) hence why battling is so popular and so many different forms of it are made to keep people satisfied. The extreme form is Hyper-Competitive Combative Mania (HCCM), wherein a person spends so much time and energy for battles that it starts to affect their physical/mental health as well as their social life, since they neglect them in favour of their obsession.

Often what divides CM patients from HCCM patients is what they're willing to give up for battling and the extent of their knowledge regarding battles. CM patients usually only have a casual interest in battling or just enjoy the thrill of battling, but operate normally and have other interests outside of battle. They have basic to intermediate knowledge of battling, and can often partake in research or battles.

HCCM patients will often forgo food, water, sleep, school, work, and relationships in favour of researching and competing in battles. It is the only thing they find interest in and they devote most of their time towards it. Patients often memorize entire charts of statistics and different strategies and counterstrategies for battle, with different patients often having a certain subject they specialize in. Most patients with HCCM are unaware that they have it, they either assume that they have CM or that they are completely normal and just enjoy Pokémon battles. They often go into fields that work directly with researching Pokémon or battles, such as professors, scientists, gym leaders, elite four members, league workers, battle facility operators, and so on.

Ingo and Emmet do not know they have HCCM. They engage with battle and researching battle in a way that they think is typical for a hobbyist. Ingo tends to read on academic papers, textbooks, and study guides regarding the statistics and capabilities of Pokémon, whereas Emmet takes a more hands-on approach in studying Pokémon anatomy and battle strategy. Ingo often charts and studies natures, EVs, IVs, stat spreads, abilities, moves, and their properties. Emmet sketches anatomical diagrams and studies of Pokémon, including skeletal structure, musculature, organ systems, and physical appearance, highlighting pressure points in the body for executing the most damage and for keeping his own Pokémon protected. He also tends to read into psychological studies as well as conducting his own long term tests to predict a person's strategy in different situations. The two feed into each other's interests, teaching the other of their own discoveries and celebrating breakthroughs together. As a result, their total knowledge of battling is immense, which led to them becoming Subway Bosses straight out of college.

The two lived and worked fairly normally; they were very passionate about their work and it provided a way to sate their need for fighting on a regular basis, as well as giving them the space to experiment with different fighting styles and analyze others' strategies. Of course they still continue their studying outside of work, which often leads to them trying different methods or revisiting recorded battles to see how they could improve. The twins still believe their hours long discussions, piles of notes, and stacks of study materials littered around their house are perfectly fine, only stopping to reconsider after a comment from a coworker highlights how they must be crazy or incredibly disciplined to have as huge of a win : loss ratio as they do.

They end up taking the issue to a psychiatrist after dwelling on the idea for a few days, which is where they get diagnosed after a few tests and a description of their lifestyle and interests. Their case is considered moderate but could easily escalate into severe if left unchecked, though the main concern is whether this would make them a threat to other people due to their work and prominence. Obviously they don't want to lose their jobs, but this kind of thing could get them removed from the League Council if it got out, so they have to consider whether they share this information with their employers or not. Ingo thinks it'd be best to keep it under wraps, but Emmet fears that this could be used as blackmail and argues that they need to release this information themselves before someone else ruins their lives with it. Eventually they do take the diagnosis to the League Council and it gets out to the public.

Emmet takes the fall for Ingo, claiming his case is severe whereas Ingo's is mild so that the League Council will be more distracted with him to bother Ingo. That ends up with Emmet getting a new restraining uniform because the League no longer trusts him to handle himself in public based off his diagnosis. Neither of them are particularly pleased about this, but Emmet tells Ingo to look on the bright side. Emmet actually starts to find the jacket to be more of a little challenge than a hindrance, as it adds an extra level of difficulty to battles that he's been looking for, but Ingo still thinks it would be better if he hadn't had to wear it at all. This unfortunately extends to League parties where he has to be restrained to even be allowed entry, which he is much less happy about.

This post is getting ungodly long as it is but there's also a branch off of this concept where Ingo and Emmet land in Hisui together and Emmet's uniform looks like this. He deconstructed the uniform he was given to modify his jacket since by that point he had a bit of a sentimental connection to it and didn't want to just swap it out.

(Bonus fun fact: Ingo and Emmet decided to pull the biggest gag on the Pearl Clan when they first land by pretending to be one person under the alias Eki. Ingo is the polite one in the dark coat by day, and Emmet is the energetic one in the white coat by night. "Day Eki" is more popular with other Wardens and older clan members, whereas "Night Eki" is more popular with the village children and insomniacs.

The whole Warden Eki concept is technically its own AU in the background but it did originate from Battle Addict. Also I already drew Emmet in the Pearl Strait I can't take that back)

Anyways uhhh there's more let me see if I can condense it:

The twins went to a University specifically focused on battle (Champion's University), where they ended up studying subjects in their specific interests. Emmet took psychology of battle and Pokémon anatomy to learn about the weak points in trainers and Pokémon, and Ingo took general statistics and study of moves which are exactly what they sound like

The twins use the Vs Recorder all the time, both to track their own progress and to observe how passengers fight. It's often stuck to the glass windows to catch the Pokémon in the middle of the car, though they have considered buying Rotom Drones expressly for this purpose

Emmet actually has a stack of different studies on weak points in the human body but he doesn't share that with anyone, not even Ingo

Emmet's study of trainer psych has led to him often predicting tactics before they happen and dodging/countering them with his Pokémon. He often challenges himself to predict a person's team, moveset, and strategy based on appearance, gait, and body language, sharing his guesses with Ingo in case he makes any useful observations

Ingo and Emmet are possibly the first instance of causing "learned HCCM" in their Pokémon because after the training that they do together, the Pokémon have developed their own independent bloodlust and have started memorizing the move strategies that the twins have them use

Sometimes to celebrate fully completing a study on a particular set of Pokémon, the twins will eat one. This is mostly as a treat and an inside joke, but they will research what's in season/allowed and go hunt for one. Ingo is usually the one to catch it, and Emmet is the one to cook it. There's some really goofy shitposts about them going after pseudo-legendaries overseas, or Palkia's leg in Hisui

The twins can perform full medical care on any Pokémon and can often grind for hours nonstop since they can heal their teams themselves. They also save a lot on healing items this way

After releasing their diagnosis, the perception of the twins have gone in wildly different directions. Some people treat them as subhuman or as monsters, some people don't care, some people call them psycho yandere boys on twitter. Emmet tends to get more of the negative connotations, Ingo tends to get the more "positive" ones. Emmet also tends to get a lot of stares due to his restraint and status as a crazed fighter, which he pretends doesn't get to him

I think that's everything, I'm going to go collapse. Hope you guys enjoy 👍

#tw straitjacket #straitjacket #tw mental health #tw mental illness #submas #submas au #au #ingo #subway master ingo #ingo pokemon #nobori #emmet #subway master emmet #emmet pokemon #kudari #Version 1 is Emmet being absolutely deranged and Ingo getting him locked in the psych ward out of fear for his reputation and #Version 2 is Ingo being crazy and throwing Emmet under the bus when he almost gets discovered #for those who were wondering. Version 3 is best because they get to be obsessed and they drag each other further in together ♥#honestly this probably outranks Severed for my riskiest AU so I wonder how this is gonna turn out #hope this won't be the end of my career #anyways fun fact: this song is inspired by an old submas song!#Maniac Man led to me making the first version‚ then eventually I kept sketching until we got here #oh I just remembered‚ there's one scene from this AU that I think would be really funny to draw #The subway gets an overcrowding warning one day because they're holding a special event and passengers keep coming in while the twins are o #they were STARVED for battles that day though‚ so they call a Code Indigo and essentially turn the Multi lines into a 2 on 6 to get through #more passengers faster. They were absolutely exhausted by the end but damn if they didn't have fun messing around with the passengers

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atlasscrumpit · 2 months

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Psych Ward au (Alice Alice)

Miguel made his way to the solitary part of the ward, after hearing about a fight between you and one of the other patients.

He opened the door to see you curled up in the corner.

"Y/N, are you hungry?" He asked as you slowly looked up and nodded.

"You can come out and eat in your room, you need to stay separate from the other patients for a while." He said as you slowly stood up and shuffled out of the dull confined space.

"I didn't even do anything." You grumbled as you walked beside the doctor.

"Don't start that, Y/N. We'll talk about what happened later, okay?" He replied, you nodded and kept quiet, continuing to follow him down the hallway.

"Can I have an extra piece of bread tonight?" You asked as Miguel sighed and looked at you.

"Y/N, you got into a fight. No, you're not getting special treatment." He replied as you rolled your eyes.

"Wasn't even my fault, but whatever."

After you had finished eating you sat in Miguel's office, slumped on the chair as you stared at him.

"Alice is pretty hurt and shaken up after what you did to her." He said as you rolled your eyes again.

"She likes getting fucking beat up, that's not my issue." You grumbled as Miguel sighed and rubbed the sides of his head.

"Why did you beat her up?" He asked as you finally sat up straight and brought your knees to your chest.

"Because, she fucking taunted me until I cracked. She fucking always does it so I get in trouble." You growled, trying to not get even angrier.

"We've been trying to work on your anger issues, so why does Alice break all that down?" He asked as you crossed your arms.

"She reminds me of my sister... My sister used to always blame me for everything and I'd get beaten! She always got away with it. And that's exactly like Alice! Alice taunts me until I beat her and then I get punished." You shouted as you felt tears in your eyes.

“I just want someone to listen… Just listen!” You screamed as you stood up.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” Miguel reassured you as you sighed and sat down again.

“I’m sorry… I’m just so used to no one listening to me and it hurts.” You muttered, Miguel was beginning to see your side of the story and it did make sense.

“I’ll talk to Alice about this. But, you still caused a fight and that means a night in solitary.” He said as you looked away sadly.

“Can I bring my teddy this time?” You whispered as Miguel smiled softly.

“Okay, but don’t tell anyone, okay?”

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It actually wasn’t too bad in solitary, the bed was pretty comfortable and sometimes it was nice to have time away.

But, when morning came you woke up to a loud scream. You jolted away and looked up to see that the solitary room door was wide open.

“Doctor O’hara?” You muttered, clutching your teddy to your chest.

You heard a bunch of commotion and went to step outside but realised no one had told you that you could. You just stayed at the precipice of the solitary cell.

Suddenly a nurse rushed down the hallway and slammed the cell door shut causing you to fall back.

The lockdown alarms began to blare as you felt tears in your eyes.

You grabbed the blanket on the bed and covered yourself with it, trying to block out the loud sirens.

—

Hours passed and finally the door opened, you uncovered yourself and looked up.

“I’m thirsty… I haven’t had water.” You muttered as Miguel knelt down and handed you a water bottle.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Y/N. We need to go somewhere, okay? There’s some people here to speak with you.” He said as you looked at him in confusion.

“What… I don’t understand.” You muttered as Miguel sighed.

“You’re safe, Y/N. But, some things have happened and there’s some police here that need to talk to you.” He said, only making you even more confused.

“Will you be staying?” You whispered in fear as he offered you a smile.

“I’ll be right beside you the entire time.”

You sat in front of two police officers as they asked you questions, you hated that they were treating you like a child.

"Can someone just tell me what's going on?" You grumbled, swinging your legs back and forth out of boredom.

"Y/N, Alice was murdered last night." One of the officers said as your eyes widened.

"Alice is dead?" You muttered in shock as they nodded.

"We know you two didn't exactly get along." They replied, suddenly everything clicked.

"You think I killed her!?" You shouted as Miguel quickly put his hand on your shoulder.

"Easy, Y/N. No one's saying that, they're just asking some questions." Miguel reassured you as you nodded a little and turned back to the police.

"Listen, I hated Alice... She was an awful human being but I would never kill her." You grumbled, crossing your arms.

"But, you do have a record for trying to kill people, don't you, Y/N?" The man said as he pulled out your file.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Miguel.

"With all due respect, Y/N is...difficult. I would rather you not bring up her past, at least not right now." Miguel said, stepping forward.

"This is a murder case, we have every right to conduct an investigation." They said as Miguel groaned and rubbed his head.

"There a different protocols here, you can come back tomorrow with someone who's more equipped to deal with our patients." He said firmly, but he was correct, there were different rules here.

And the cops knew that.

"Fine, we'll be back tomorrow."

You were being forced to stay in solitary, you were the number one suspect for the case.

You still fucking hated Alice, a part of you thought she killed herself just to pin it on you.

The next morning Miguel came in to get you at 8am, he sat you in his office where the police officers would interrogate you.

Mifuel gave you a cup of coffee and some breakfast.

"I just wanted you to have a moment to eat something before they came. Y/N, when all this happened... The door to solitary was wide open. It doesn't look good." Miguel whispered as you began to eat.

"I know... But, I woke up with it open like that." You muttered as Miguel looked at you sadly.

He knew you, he had been your doctor for a while now and as much as you got violent he didn't see you just killing someone...at least not with the medication you were on.

"Why do they have to bring up my father... It's not fair. That stuff...it was different." You muttered as you continued to eat.

"I know, this new officer is a bit better with this stuff. I know her, she's good at her job, okay?" He replied making you nod in response.

You eventually finished your breakfast when someone entered the office, thankfully it was two female officers this time.

"You must be Y/N." She said as you smiled a little.

Immediately you could tell she would be a lot better at her job than the other idiots.

She pulled up a chair and sat beside you while she sent the other officer to look around the hospital.

"It was all pretty rushed yesterday, that's why the officers you saw weren't well equipped to deal with this. I'm just going to ask you some questions and take some finger prints, and if any of it gets too much you let me know and we'll take a break, okay?" She said with a kind smile as you nodded a little.

About two hours passed until she was finally finished with everything.

"Do I have to go into a cell?" You whispered as she looked at you sadly.

"I think for the time being we will keep you in your room, okay? It's a lot more comfortable there, isn't it?" She said as you smiled and nodded.

A murder entered to escort you back to your room.

"I'll come check on you soon, Y/N. Just follow Nancy back to your room, okay?" Miguel said as you nodded and followed the nurse.

You were thankful you didn't have to stay in solitary anymore, or even worse a cell at the police station.

Miguel sighed and looked at the officer.

"Thank you for doing this... Y/N is sensitive, she isn't like us, she needs a little extra help sometimes. I know I'm not meant to say anything but...Y/N's a good person. Her and Alice hated each other but Y/N never would've killed anyone." Miguel said as the officer nodded.

"I can't say much now... But, you'll be the first to know when something is decided." She said before leaving Miguel alone in his office.

Miguel sat down in his chair and rubbed his head.

All of this was such a mess, Alice's family was going to be angry and grieving but even more so, wanting the one suspect to get shoved in prison without a thought.

Miguel sat in his office with the head Police officer, he was nervous.

"Well... There's good news and...just news I guess." She muttered as Miguel nodded.

"We didn't find any finger prints on Alice expect for her own. However, we did find Alice's finger prints on the door to solitary." She said as Miguel's face scrunched up in confusion.

"So, what does that mean?" He asked as the woman sighed.

"It means this is a suicide case. Alice committed suicide and my best guess is that she opened the door to solitary to make it look like Y/N had killed her. But, judging by the finger prints and the way she died... It all points to suicide. It's an open and close case." She said as Miguel sighed, a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

"It's terrible that this happened... But, I am thankful Y/N isn't any part of it." He replied, feeling like he could cry at how relieved he was.

"I'll be visiting back a few times to get Alice's things for her family, we think it's best her family stay away form the hospital. The rest of the patients here have been through enough." She said making Miguel smile.

"Thank you...so much." He said standing up to shake her hand.

"I'll let you go tell Y/N, I know she would rather it come from you." She said before leaving, Miguel stood in his office just taking a few breaths before he made his way down the hallway to your room.

He opened it to see you fast asleep, after all this whole ordeal would've tired you out.

He knelt beside your bed and gently shook you awake.

You turned over and yawned.

"Doctor? What's wrong?" You muttered as he offered you a reassuring smile.

"Well, the case is closed now. And, it was ruled as suicide." He informed you as you breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry that this happened..." You whispered as he smiled softly.

"It's okay, you don't need to worry about it, okay? If you need to talk about it, you come to me anytime of the day, okay?" He said as you smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Dr. O'hara." You muttered as he stood up.

"I'll let you get some more rest, sweetie."

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