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builder051 · 5 years

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It just snowed again here lol so I feel the cold. Could you do a fic where Jason gets locked out of the apartment/apartment building (my apartment building has doors outside that you go through and if you don’t have the key you’re fucked) and Colby finds him? Maybe hypothermia for Jason?

The first day of the new semester is dedicated to working out kinks. Jason knows that. He doesn’t expect to receive any homework as he waltzes around campus, every class releasing early after a casual overview of the syllabus.

One benefit of being a halfway through his junior year is the lighter schedule. He’s only on campus twice a week now, but, as he’s quickly learning, the aforementioned lightness is subjective. Tuesdays and Thursdays have him running from seminar to lecture to lab from 8 in the morning to 5 at night. And those are start times. It’s well past 7 when he finally trudges back to his car to drive home.

“Flop day, my ass,” Jason mutters, turning on the radio and scanning until he finds something that isn’t a commercial. He’d been irrationally proud of himself this morning, learning before the school day even commenced. When I’m a teacher, he’d written across the top of the first page of a fresh spiral notebook, don’t start coursework on first day. Set expectations. Expect schedule changes. Then he’d missed the professor’s introduction because he was too busy beating himself up over the two iterations of the word “expect” so close together.

Jason can’t believe how tired he is. Some of it is misinformation, his brain attempting to process his surroundings and doing it badly. It’s barely past the dinner hour, but dark enough to be midnight. He may not have any reading to do when he gets home, but he’s still been gone for more than 8 hours. Exhaustion is a natural response, even if it isn’t helpful or expected.

A flutter of panic runs through his stomach as he thinks of what’s in store for him tomorrow. He’s starting his first run of student teaching, meeting his mentor and the principal of the local high school bright and early tomorrow morning. Will he be able to get enough sleep? It’s so late…

No, he reminds himself. It’s not. The car clock says it’s 7:26. Twelve hours before he has to be somewhere again. Twelve hours, what a relief. Or should he be thinking only 12 hours? Is that really enough time? Does he have a shirt to wear that isn’t horribly wrinkled? There’s enough time to iron, isn’t there? Do they even have an iron?

And so it goes. For almost half an hour. Traffic is stop-and-go, a mix of late commuters and folks on their way to and from the smattering of restaurants ringing the campus. Jason thinks about stopping to pick up something to eat, but he lacks the motivation to even pull into a drive-thru. He’ll have to watch that. make sure it doesn’t become a habit.

Eventually Jason reaches the parking lot of the apartment complex. He pulls his Corolla besides Mike’s frosty Rav-4, proof that she’s been home for hours already. If only he could count on her to cook dinner. He laughs to himself, wishing Colby was the one who got off mid-afternoon. But alas, his partner is stuck in the awkward phase of proving himself and working long shifts in between the holiday and regular retail seasons, while his stubborn sister is inside, probably reading with headphones on and oblivious to Jason’s imminent arrival. Jason shakes his head. At least Mike doesn’t take up much space.

He slings his bag over his shoulder and runs toward the building, skidding slightly on the ice around the edges of the lot. He swipes the RFID fob on his keyring across the sensor situated on the other side of the glass door. Jason doesn’t hear the requisite beep, but he assumes his chattering teeth have just drowned out the soft sound. He hadn’t thought he’d need gloves and a hat when the only time he’d be spending outside would be spent walking briskly, but he wishes he had them now. He reaches for the door handle and yanks, but it stays resolutely shut.

“The hell?” Jason mutters. He swipes his keyring again, listening closely. Again he hears only silence. “Hm.” He cups his hands around his eyes like binoculars and looks through the glass, trying to find the source of the problem. It’s hard to see in the dark, but the kiosk with the sensor seems to be glowing with its usual pinprick of orange light.

Jason swipes a third time, looking and listening this time. Still nothing. He gives the door a good smack with the pinky side of his fist. The warm brightness shakes, and the jagged edges of something papery tremble into existence. A leaf or a gum wrapper or something, trapped between the glass and the sensor, perfectly positioned to interrupt whatever invisible means the key fob uses to communicate with the kiosk.

“Ugh. Fuck.” Jason smacks the door again, then stupidly pulls on the handle. Hitting it won’t unlock it, he knows. But the situation is frustrating. Jason looses a few more choice words, then slowly pulls in a deep breath. He blows out a cloud of steam.

There is a simple solution, though it’s mortifying. Jason digs in his pocket for his phone to call Mike and ask to be let in. He feels like a dog scratching at the door. He taps his phone’s dark screen, but nothing happens. At first he wonders if his mind is playing tricks again, since the door just pulled the same one, but then the realization hits him and his stomach turns to a bucket of ice. He ran out of battery before stepping into his last class.

It’s his own fault for leaving his headphones plugged in with Pandora streaming for an entire class period. Jason tells himself he’ll carry a charger with him at all times from now on, but it does nothing to fix the current problem. “God fucking dammit, Mike!” he yells, pacing back and forth in front of the door. “Decide to go check the mail or something!”

But she won’t. Jason knows she won’t. Mike is… lazy is the wrong word, but Jason’s shivering seems to be interrupting his thoughts with sharp spikes like those produced by a seismograph. Sparing. That’s more accurate. If something isn’t her problem, she’ won’t volunteer to make it her problem. Once she’s safely in the apartment for the night, there’s little chance Mike will step out of her bedroom, let alone the front door.

They originally chose this complex for its safety features, but now Jason hates them. The 10-foot brick wall surrounding the grid of row houses is too steep to scale, and if he tries, he’ll only mangle his fingers. He imagines drops of blood running down his palms and freezing before they hit the ground. Jason feels faintly nauseated. If he pukes, that will probably freeze, too. At least his stomach is empty.

He wonders vaguely how long it takes to starve to death. Then how long it takes to die of exposure. If he gets back in his car, he might be warmer, but he’ll have to run the engine to run the heater. Jason’s gas tank is rarely over half full, and today topping up was another activity on the list to do later. Plus, people are more likely to see him up here by the door. Someone will come in or out soon.

It’s still early. Right? Jason checks his watch. It’s almost 8. Time for… what do they watch on Tuesdays? He’s too cold. He can’t think. He bounces on the balls of his feet, vocalizing indistinctly and listening to his pitch change as it bounces off the glass and echoes back at him.

“What the hell are you doing?” a muffled voice asks.

Jason spins around to see a tall, slender figure, almost unrecognizable under a hat, scarf, and shabby parka.

“Ohmygod.” Jason feels faint with relief. He trips toward Colby, unintentionally tackling him and sending him ass-first onto the pavement.

“Whoa, ok.” Colby says, his voice halfway between amused and concerned. “Good to see you too.” He clasps Jason’s hands between his mittens. “What’cha doing out here? Besides trying to give me a concussion”

“Freezing to death,” Jason breathes, burying his nose in Colby’s shoulder.

“You lose your keys or something? Did you walk here?” Colby looks around wildly.

“No,” Jason says, trying to determine if it’s worth it to explain. His brain gets hung up halfway through. “Did you walk here?”

“Nah, Gil dropped me off halfway down the block,” Colby says. He uses his thumb to stroke Jason’s red nose. “Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend? Since when are you worried about me before you’re worried about you? Not that, like, that’s a bad thing. It’s just a ‘you’ thing.”

“Sheesh.” Jason tries to roll his eyes, but he feels faint again.

“Here, let’s go inside.” Colby starts to pull him up.

“No, you gotta, um, you gotta…” Jason can’t stop stuttering. “You gotta call Mike.”

“Why?” Colby looks at him like he’s gone nuts.

“Don’t ask. Long story.” It’s not actually that long, but Jason shakes his head anyway. “Just do it.”

“Ok?” Colby takes off one mitten and pulls his phone out of his coat pocket. “But I get the full explanation later, right?”

“Yeah,” Jason agrees without thinking. “But call her fast. I’m fucking cold.”

“You know, I would have never guessed,” Colby laughs as he dials and holds the device to his ear.

#oc fic #mike & co #mike deangeles #jason deangeles #colby carson #casa deangles-carson #colby and jason #sickfic #cold #hypothermia #hurt/comfort #angst

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the-bat-collector · 3 years

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SUPERBAT Rec List!! AU NO POWERS ish PART 2

No Powers or No Capes (There are some minor exceptions but I think this still applies)

Soo it’s become harder to find these fics and I kept postponing making this list just in case I found moreeeee. After some time convincing myself I decided that If I find more I’ll just make a part 3.

Here is the link to Part 1 Post

So without further ado. Here you go!

Storge by ichikonohakko @ichikonohakko

G - 3,310

Storge (storgē, Greek: στοργή) is liking someone through the fondness of familiarity, family members or people who relate in familiar ways that have otherwise found themselves bonded by chance. An example is the natural love and affection of a parent for their child.

Or the story of how Clark Kent meets the Wayne family children.

So this was in my mark for later and I read it as I was making this list and it’s very cute and adorable and highly recommend it!

don't you know an apparition is a cheap date by knoxoursavior @clqrkkent

E - 39,385

Clark has been able to see ghosts since he was eight, just a few days before his Pa died in his sleep. Years later, after having moved to the city with Martha to pursue writing, Clark meets Bruce Wayne, who takes an interest in his work and Clark in particular. Not long after they meet, Bruce asks Clark to marry him and Clark moves into a mansion that has more ghosts than it has people.

So I couldn’t find more AUs for this list, I was about to quit looking and yesterday I ran into this one and it gave me so much hope that there might be more out there (part 3?maybe?) I think of this as Ghost Whisperer Clark

Stories for the Loved and Lost by MatchaMochi @renaimori

M - 9,681

The first chapter leads Clark to another, and another. He turns the pages, eating the words up hungrily and feeling them, pored over the story as if he was reading someone’s personal diary. And the thing was, he knows it, he knows this story. He remembers flashes of memory that aren’t his, thrown in yesterday’s weird dream or last night’s nightmare.

or in which Bruce is an author and Clark is his fanboy.

I WILL read every single SOULMATE AU FIC I CAN FIND CAUSE I’D DIE FOR THIS TROPE. This is beautifully written <3 <3

Ghastly Murders in the East End by dippkip @dippkip

T - 38,227

London, 1888. A vicious killer known as Jack the Ripper has begun haunting the district of Whitechapel. In light of Scotland Yard’s inability to solve the case, intrepid reporter Clark Kent has made it his mission to track down this fiend and bring them to justice, though he may find himself more deeply involved in the affair than he bargained for.

Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne, a seemingly irresponsible and eccentric duke, remains largely unconcerned about these atrocities. The Batman, however, has taken special interest, and spends his nights relentlessly hunting the new murderer at large. The paths of these men will converge as the body count begins to rise, and their investigations and growing affections will cement their bond, intertwining their fates with that of the most notorious murderer in all of England.

OKaaaay this is one of the exceptions, Bruce is Batman but it’s a different century and Clark is powerless, I think it compensates. Usually I prefer when they’re both “capeless” but this was such a fun read.

As You Grow by dnawhite76 & Prubbs @prubbs

M - 59,946

After the death of his wife and children, Clark returns to the United States after spending years abroad to reconnect with his friends and their families. And while trying to gather what little remains of his old life and possibly move forward in his grief, he ends up falling into old habits with his first love and best friend, Bruce Wayne.

A story about grief and acceptance.

So I want to point out how good this fic is. I hate sad and this story has a lot of grief and I felt it was very grounded on its depictions of feelings. I tend to avoid this type of fics buuuuut this was so good. I couldn’t stop reading even if the grief got to me. It’s very wholesome and does have a satisfying ending.

A good start by BlueAlmond @discretocincel

G - 1,253

Clark loves being an elementary school teacher, but it breaks his heart to see any of his students hurting. So, when he notices Jason waiting over forty minutes every day for someone to pick him up, he decides to have a word with his father.

Absolutely love Professor Trope!!! Sooo you could argue this is ficlet but doesn't feel like one to me so I’m not putting it in the ficlet section.

Engraved In Our Souls by Nixie_DeAngel @nixie-deangel

T - 9,004

It started with pain, with warm blood and bold, black letters. How was he to know it'd lead to a pair of gorgeous eyes, shimmering with the promise of life long happiness and love?

Or, after years of waiting, Bruce finds his soulmate in the least likely of places.

Little cute soulmate AU<3 AS I SAID I WILL READ EVERY SINGLE SOULMATE AU OUT THERE CAUSE I LOVE THEM

Ghosts by ren_makoto

T -3,067

Wayne Manor is haunted. Clark doesn't mind.

Here is another of the exceptions, this is neither No Powers/No Capes, but they’re not relevant to the plot or we don’t see them using them (I don’t think they are mentioned but its implied). The Fic’s whole focus is on the ghosts! and absolutely loved it I LOVE REN MAKOTO FICS

There is Little Danger by ren_makoto

T - 5,327

"It's tradition," he said, one inch from Clark's mouth. "Yes," Clark said. "Tradition."

Or, where Bruce and Clark are trapped in an elevator

another Ren Makoto cause I can’t help myself

Semi-Permanent Couplings by ren_makoto

E - 10,463

"So, Bruce, how do you feel about one-night stands?"

Ren Makoto <3 <3 <3 This fic contains Adultery soo Read the Author’s Notes

Hubris by ren_makoto

M - 20,197

"This is turning into a routine," Bruce said breathlessly. "What can I do for you, Clark?" "Please," Clark said hoarsely. "I just want to get some sleep."

I really like the writing on this fic, this is a 100% NO CAPES, Clark does have powers and he’s starting to process them. Ren Makoto stole my heart with this one.

Not so Perfect Afterall by tekowrites

E - 6,966

AU: High school, Senior year. Clark thinks his life is nearly, if not already perfect. Then he overhears a conversation that changes absolutely everything. Bruce is there to pick up the pieces.

Red, White and Blue by melmel_79

E - 3,639

He works for the Secret Service, and it's best that no one knows he is in a relationship with the president. At least he hoped no one would know...

He grips the envelope tighter and knocks on the door to the Oval Office.

This was a mistake.

Late Night Feelings by the_butler @the-butler-fanstuff

M - 9,283

It was a little past one in the morning, the phone the only light in his room. He glared at it, then threw it to his side on the bed, not caring to see where it landed. A few seconds after, he patted all along the side to find it and looked at it again. He pulled up the messaging app, scrolled down, and then sighed. He exited the app and threw the phone on the bed again. He repeated this several times until some minutes later the phone chimed and he hurriedly sat up and felt for it on his bed. He opened the messaging app again and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he read the reply he’d been waiting for the whole night.

“Be there in 30 mins.”

I LOVE CLARK HERE, GOOD FOR YOU. He’s such a good adult looking out for himself! self-loving and self-respecting Clark here everybody.

it took me by surprise (I know you felt it, too) by jessequicksters @jessequicksters

G - 1,124

In which Clark and Bruce fall in love in between study sessions, track races, grocery shopping at Whole Foods and romantic student dinner dates, burnt lasagna and all.

FLUFF, could argue this is a ficlet buuuuut dont care, it goes here.

Towards You by tekowrites

E - 22,607

AU where Clark is a new transfer student at an elite high school, and he encounters Bruce Wayne. Clark doesn't fit in, not anywhere it seems, and his crush on the star of the football team? Only serves to shows how much. Jealous girlfriends, misunderstandings, hormones and lurking trouble are just some of the challenges he's going to face.

I LOVE THIS , basically this fic made want to make a PART 2, just had to find 15+ other fics to add to the list.

Read the tags, this does contain some heavy topics towards the end

The Game (of Love) by KaizokuHime @kaizokunohime

E -12,288

In WayneTech VR Augmented Gaming, a guild of superheroes has arisen who volunteer to help police that reality. One of these superheroes, Superman, has had a crush on his fellow member, Batman, for many years, but thus far has had little success on asking him out, even as fellow guildmembers. How will their relationship progress? And how intimate can they truly become without knowing the other's identity offline?

A Game You Can't Win gave me hunger for gaming fics, then I found this one and I WANT MORE GAMING FICS

Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang by ShowMeAHero @andillwriteyouatragedy

E - 8,354

Clark Kent is a professor at the same university as Bruce Wayne. Not that it matters, because Bruce doesn't really speak with his co-workers - they're there to work with, not befriend. That is, until Clark and Bruce are assigned to teach a class together in the fall, and start spending more and more time together, and Bruce starts to realize, maybe, he just might need a friend - and maybe, he just might need something else, something Clark-specific.

YES YES PROFESSOR TROPE. They are the best together!

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SORTA KINDA MAYBE FITS THE CATEGORY

The Gift by tmelange

E - 5,564

University student Clark Kent is on a field trip to Gotham City where he meets a creature of the night.

VAMPIRE AU, soooo Clark has powers but he is not superman so NO CAPES on his part. Bruce is a Vampire and I’m not really sure if he’s Batman but he’s some sort of vigilante. This felt very AU and sorta? fit the category, so I decided to add it anyways but it’s worth to mention this is an outlier on this list.

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SPECIAL MENTION CAUSE I HAVENT READ THIS ONE BUT IT WAS RECOMMEND TO ME by @just-add-butter

Spoils of War by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

“If I go with you as a spoil of this pointless war, will you leave?” Bruce stands his ground, terrified and shaking, but he keeps eye contact with the warlord.

“Excuse me?” Kal must be hearing things.

“If I go with you, if I serve you, will you let my people live? Will you let my brother live?”

This is not finished buuuut it’s a Medieval AU. I just need to get myself in the right mindset to read an unfinished fic but will get to it! love what llittlechinesedoll writes.

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FICLETS

This section was accidental. I like my fics long and rarely read ficlets but here are a few that came across my way when I forgot to set word count filters.

Snapping the Chats by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

G - 2,278

Clark tries to use the Snapchat filters on Bruce.

General Check-up by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

T - 906

One where Brucie is getting a check-up from Thomas Elliot and he touches Bruce more cause Clark is obviously jealous

Subway Providence by the butler @the-butler-fanstuff

G - 400

A short drabble about art I did of Clark and Bruce waiting for the train on a subway platform.

So my first list was me coming across and realizing I love this kind of AUs and this second list is me carefully looking for them! Even tho my 1st list has some of my favorites, I hold this one closer to my heart. Hope you Enjoy it.

Also if you know of any that I haven’t included on these lists, please I beg you send them my way <3

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mxopifex · 7 years

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Tagged by @clearbluewaters

1. What made you start writing?

????????? I honestly don’t remember? I know that I’ve always told myself stories as a form of only child self amusement, but I don’t really remember when I started writing them down. High school era I think?

2. What’s your favorite trope to write?

Hurt/comfort is great, because I love that moment of emotional catharsis at the climax hardcore.

Also, less of a trope exactly, but I love doing complete world shift AU stories because it lets me do fun world building while having a set of characters and conflicts that already exist so coming up with a plot isn’t as much of a chore.

3. Who do you prefer to write, protagonists or antagonists?

Protagonists by a long shot. Like to the point that I have trouble making antagonists for my stories.

4. What do you think some of your strengths are as a writer?

My first serious attempt at a long term project was a semi-autobiographical four panel strip comic series, and so I cut my teeth on punchy, self-deprecating humor, and I still think that is’s my best suit. I also flatter myself that I’m good with dialogue. Speculative fiction world building is my absolute favorite because I love doing the crunchy little internal consistency if/then stuff.

5. What do you find difficult about writing?

Butt in chair time. Both in terms of making myself do the thing mentally and physically dealing with the tendinitis flair ups that typing tends to bring on.

I’m also prone to making giant word dump expositions that I have to remove in editing and retrofit back into the plot with more showing and less telling.

6. Do you prefer typing or handwriting?

Handwriting hurts less, so that.

7. What genre do you prefer (romance, fluff, angst, etc.)?

For being Aro I sure do love me a good romance story. I also really like a good comedy.

8. What helps you concentrate/stop procrastinating?

Deadlines mostly. Getting excited to show my story to someone else.

9. Do you listen to music when you write, and if so share a few songs!

I don’t. ADHD hell brain is not cool with that. If there is music on, I can’t focus, or else I focus so hard that I completely tune out the music and I might as well have not been listening to it. Whomp whomp.

10. What are the favorite and least favorite things you ever written?

Ehhhh, not sure about favorite? And I’ll Still Hold You Then is for sure my most popular long fic (from back when I was in the SPN fandom and used the handle MizGoat), but looking at it now, there is a lot I would change about that fic. Not the least of which would be making it less obvious that I steal all my best romance plots from country songs.

I’m disgustingly pleased with the comic about Jason and the World’s Okest Dad mug but it’s such a short thing.

Least favorite is a little easier. Somewhere in the depths of FF.net there is an unfinished Trigun fanfic with a self insert character that I will never admit is mine. I’m also a little disappointed with myself that I abandoned An Unending Series of Firsts just because it was fem!slash of a rare pair and I know the agony of trying to find fic for your rare pairs, but the motivation died and I couldn’t revive it.

I have no idea who to tag? um @nixie-deangel for sure. And any of my followers who wanna do the thing? I tag you.

#batdad opines

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asexual-fandom-queen · 7 years

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@phynali tagged me to list the top 10 songs I’m listening to these day. I’m super bad about replying to these tag memes, but I actually am such a music nerd, so this is fun!

Praying by Kesha (I can’t explain to you how many times I’ve listened to this. On repeat. I’ve cried my eyes out at least four times. I’d highly recommend you listen to it if you haven’t. Or even just listen to it again if you have)

Johnny Tulloch by The Rankin Family (because I’m a nostalgic asshole and nothing says Cape Breton 90s kid like The Rankin Family [I’d also suggest giving The Mull River Shuffle a listen if you want to truly understand what every school/community dance ever is like, and no, that isn’t cheating shhhh])

Rocky Road to Dublin, both the Irish Descendants version and The High Kings version (again, because I am a nostalgic shit)

Réveille by Zachary Richard (a gorgeous, haunting song about the Acadian Deportation that I 10/10 would recommend, even if you don’t speak French)

Touchin’ On My by 3OH!3 (which you can blame @prouvairablehulk for, because she reminded me recently how much I love 3OH!3)

Words Ain’t Enough by Tessa Violet feat. Dodie Clark (carve me up into someone you’d like to choose/’til I’m only pieces of you is honestly one of the most poignant lines I’ve heard in a long time)

This Incredible Halsey/Sia Mashup by GINGERGREEN (actually every mashup they put out is incredible, and they have a whole playlist that’s just of Halsey-affiliated mashups)

Devil In Me by Halsey (which literally just edges out Sorry, hence me doing that thing where I cheat again)

Swalla by Jason Derulo feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign (which they actually play on my local radio station at 8 in the morning like the implied thing being “Swalla”-ed isn’t Jason Derulo’s come)

Wild Things by Alessia Cara feat. G-Easy (which is actual poetry, lyrically speaking)

I’m tagging @nixie-deangel, @prouvairablehulk, @coldflashwave-baby, @trashywestallen, @42wallaby-way-sydney, @chillin-like-villains, @taylstorm, @a-punk-kid, and @broodingsoul

#ask meme #i guess is what these things are called #get to know my shitty taste in music #though actually i stand by my choices i have good music taste fight me

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illnesssecretsanta · 7 years

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Name/Tumblr url: Builder051 (https://builder051.tumblr.com/)

My name is Laura.

Character/s you would like to receive art/stories of:

Here is a link to my characters page:

https://builder051.tumblr.com/charactersandfandoms

I’m interested in seeing something with my characters Mike and Jason. Their details are on my characters page, but the short of it is that they are sister and brother (Mike is short for Michaela), attending college, and sharing an apartment. It’s their first time away from home, and they support each other and drive each other crazy. I headcanon that they decide not to go home for Christmas, but rather stay at their apartment near the Michigan State campus to spend a quieter holiday away from the parents and nearer to Jason’s boyfriend Colby, who also does not not have a good family relationship.

Here’s a link to my master story list if you’d like to see what I’ve written on these characters so far:

https://builder051.tumblr.com/masterstorylist

Do you prefer visual art or written gifts or is there no preference?:

Either is wonderful.

What would you like to receive:

A possible scenario I’ve thought about is the Deangeles-Carson household (Mike, Jason, and Colby) enjoying a quiet, cozy Christmas morning, then heading out to a park for an epic snowball fight. Per usual, Mike’s getting over the flu (regular/respiratory, not gastric), and she easily tires. Also per usual, she won’t admit she’s starting to feel unwell until she’s vomiting from over-exertion. Jason tries to offer comfort, and Mike’s a little bristly about it.

Feel absolutely free to choose one aspect of that, elaborate on it, or scrap it as you see fit. It’s nothing more than an idea, and I’m very interested in how another person will see my characters and take them in new directions.

Anything you don’t want?:

I prefer to see illness only, no injury. I don’t want to see scat. I’m also not big on sneeze. Regarding emeto, even though it’s totally my thing, I’d rather written descriptions not be extremely graphic. (Visual representations of puke are fantastic, though. I know, I’m really weird.)

See more about my preferences here:

https://builder051.tumblr.com/whatkink

Have you read and understood our rules and guidelines?:

Yes, I have. :)

#builder015 #submission #applicants

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builder051 · 5 years

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How about something where Jason (kinda out of the blue) starts rambling about how maybe he's being a bad son by not going home for Christmas, and he's getting fairly worked up and a little teary, and Colby is confused as to where it's all coming from until he puts a hand on Jason's shoulder and realises that his temperature is sky high

Ahhh, the drama. I hate playing favorites, but (with the obvious exception of Troy), I think these guys are my favorite OCs.

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Colby’s lost in thought as he drops his towel in the laundry basket and climbs into bed. Jason’s already tucked under the covers, staring down at a textbook in his lap.

“Did you put the baby down?”

“What?” Colby asks, blinking himself out of the daze of fishing paraphernalia flashing through his mind. He knows he’s only a temporary employee, but he genuinely loves the store. He cares that it does well. At first he thinks that’s what Jason’s referring to, but he doesn’t usually smirk like that when they talk about Colby’s holiday job.

“My sister,” Jason says. “You tuck her in or something?”

“No,” Colby replies, pulling the covers up to his waist, but maintaining a few inches between him and Jason. “She just wanted to talk a little bit. And I had to wait for you to get out of the shower, anyway,” he adds a little defensively.

“Mike doesn’t talk. Not, like, socially.” Jason closes his book.

“Yeah, I know. But…she hasn’t been doing so good, and I think maybe acknowledging it is a step in the right direction.”

“You’re trying to be her therapist now? And her mom?” Jason gives a humorless laugh.

“Hey, now,” Colby says softly. “She lives here. We’re friends.”

“Well, give me the full report,” Jason says. “Since she’s apparently not friends with me.”

“God, I didn’t say that,” Colby scrubs his hand down the side of his face. Jason’s probably tired, maybe stressed. He’s just being petty. But Colby also sees the grain of truth. “But, honestly? She feels bad about not going home for Christmas.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Jesus.” Jason bites his lip. “Fuck.” He laughs again, but this time it’s prolonged. Colby watches his eyes well up and drip fat teardrops down his cheeks, and he realizes the sound is a sob. He’s immediately concerned, but also taken aback.

“What…?” Colby starts, his brows knitting together.

“You know we’re staying here for her? Because she’s the one who always fights with our mom? You know I’ve spent the past, like, two months already feeling bad about that? We didn’t go home for Thanksgiving, now we’re not going for Christmas.” Jason pauses to swallow. “Do you know how many texts I haven’t replied to, or said I was studying, or that we’re too busy, or some lame-ass excuse? Do you know how hard that is, to feel like you’re letting your parents down?”

He just needs to talk. He just needs to let his feelings out. It’s just the way Jason is, and Colby knows it. He loves him for it. He knows he doesn’t mean it. It’s not the right time to remind Jason that he has family troubles all his own. “Yeah,” Colby whispers. “I do. It’s really hard. I’m sorry.” He reaches to put his hand on Jason’s shoulder.

“God, I mean, I didn’t…” Jason seems to realize the impact of his words. “I know you look out for your sister too, it’s just, like, I have a reputation, just like Mike has a reputation, but we’re opposite. She’s bad, and I’m good. She doesn’t care. I try really hard not to, but I do.” He sniffles and wipes his nose on the back of his hand.

“Yeah…” Colby sighs. He rubs his hand down Jason’s arm until he passes the sleeve on his t-shirt. Sleeping, or even just relaxing in bed, does funny things to body temperature, and so does crying, probably. But the heat coming off Jason seems unnatural for any situation.

Colby reaches with his other hand to cup Jason’s cheek.

“What?” Jason demands weakly.

“You feeling alright? You’re really warm.”

Jason looks at him, another tear escaping from the corner of he eye. “No,” he mumbles, deflating. “I’m a bad son and I ruined Christmas and my head hurts and my throat hurts and I’m fucking cold.”

“Hey, come’ere.” Colby opens his arms as Jason leans into him. “I want you to be well. And happy. And I want the same things for Mike, and your parents, and, well, everybody. But I don’t think any less of you when you’re not.”

“Yeah,” Jason breathes, sending a gust of warm air into Colby’s collar. “I know.”

“Good.” He kisses the top of Jason’s head. “And I know you want me to hold you all night and all day tomorrow until you feel better. Right?” He cracks a smile as Jason looks up at him with red, glassy eyes.

“Right.”

#oc fic #my ocs #sickfic #mike & co #mike deangeles #jason deangeles #colby carson #colby and jason #casa deangles-carson #fever #angst #family issues #drama #relationships

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builder051 · 5 years

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How about a Drabble where Jason and Colby have plans for a date and a bit before the date Jason starts having stomach pains and throws up- or maybe they’re watching s movie together on the couch where without warning Jason throws up? It’s okay if you don’t do either tho! They were fun to come up with :)

I’m glad you enjoyed coming up with them! I’v already written pretty much the exact plot of your second suggestion, so I’m pasting it below. :)

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“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Colby stirs his tea and drops the spoon in the sink.

“’Cause.” Jason pouts. “I don’t feel good. Fix it.”

“I wish I could.” Colby brings his mug to the table and pushes Jason’s curls off his forehead, testing the fever with the back of his hand. “But you keep turning down my suggestions.”

“Your tea is gross,” Jason complains.

“You want coffee? With your freaking Almond Joy creamer or whatever?” Colby jerks his head toward the fridge where the garish blue decanter occupies the space beside the organic milk.

“No.” Jason sighs. “My stomach hurts too.”

“I’m sorry.” Colby takes up his tea again. “Wanna watch TV? Take your mind off it?”

“Only if it isn’t Discovery Channel.” Jason smiles, but his eyes remain set in a slight squint. Colby knows he really is in pain.

“Sure.”

They settle on the couch in front of an old rerun of Lost in Space. Jason laughs at the dialogue for the first few minutes, then he goes quiet. Colby hopes he’ll fall asleep. With Jason’s reluctance to take any other measures to treat this latest run-in with the flu, a nap seems to be his body’s best chance at healing itself.

Colby’s about to snag the National Geographic off the coffee table when Jason stirs.

“Hey, Colby, I—“ he starts, then his shoulders hunch and he lurches forward, his hand over his mouth.

“Fuck,” Colby mutters. He gives Jason a shove toward standing, but he’s already retching. They don’t have a chance of making it out of the living room.

“Here.” Colby snatches his empty mug and pushes it into Jason’s hands a second before he heaves again. Strings of mucous and spit hang from his lips into the depths of the cup.

“Oh god. Fuck,” Jason mumbles before he gives in to another wave. He squeezes his eyes shut. More comes up this time. The coffee cup shakes in his hands.

“Do you think you can move?” The receptacle’s going to overflow if Colby doesn’t do something.

“Ugh.” It’s not much of an answer, but Jason doesn’t protest when Colby slips his arm around his chest and pulls him to his feet.

The path into the kitchen feels like an Olympic sprint, though it seems to take an eternity. Colby tries not to look at the sick slopping against the rim of the cup. He supports Jason to the sink, regretting leaving his dirty dishes.

“I’m fine…” Jason gasps. “I think…I’m done.” But a threatening hiccup rides on the last word, and he jerks forward over the basin.

Colby pats him on the back. Jason spits and breathes raggedly. “God. Fuck.” He shakes his head, then swallows and winces. “That was…”

“It’s ok.” Colby continues to rub soothing circles between his shoulder blades. “I’m a little worried about you, though. This is kinda major for your first sick day of the school year.”

“Eh.” Jason shrugs. He turns on the faucet to rinse the evidence down the drain. “Yeah. It sucks.”

“I know.” Colby sighs sympathetically. “Do you want to try some peppermint tea, maybe?”

Jason shakes his head. “I think… I just wanna lie down.” He looks at Colby.

“And you’d like some company?” he guesses.

Jason wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Then he nods. “The new Lost in Space is better. The one on Netflix.”

#sickfic #my ocs #oc fic #mike & co #jason deangeles #colby and jason #colby carson #emeto #emetophilia #hurt/comfort

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builder051 · 6 years

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Nice!! Uhhh how about a Drabble where Colby and Jason go on a run while it’s p hot out and Jason ends up getting heat exhaustion..I would like him to throw up but that’s entirely up to you!! :D -🌱

“Hey,” Jason pants, stopping at the corner and looking over his shoulder. It’s the third time he’s had to pause and wait for Colby to catch up with him. “You alright?”

Colby speeds up his jog until he gets to Jason’s side. “Yeah,” he says quickly, though the word is almost lost in a breathless gasp.

A car slows and puts on its blinker, so Jason takes the time to look his boyfriend up and down. “You don’t like this so much, do you?”

“It’s fine.” But Colby bends at the waist and braces his hands on his knees. A trickle of sweat beads on the end of his nose and drips onto the sidewalk. “Just, hot.”

“Weird for October this far north,” Jason agrees, yanking down the zipper on his windbreaker. “But we’re outside. You like that.” He gives Colby a gentle slap on the shoulder. “And this sure beats hot yoga.”

“Eh.” Colby shrugs. “How much longer is the loop?”

“Another mile and a half or so,” Jason estimates. “I never actually measured it. But the whole thing shouldn’t take more than an hour. At least, it doesn’t when I do it by myself.” He doesn’t want to insult Colby, but he’s usually up for a bit more lighthearted competition.

“Huh. That’s…far.” Colby lets out a shaky breath.

“You sure you’re ok?” Jason cocks his head. “‘Cause this isn’t really like you–”

He barely gets the words out before Colby’s spine arches and he retches hard, bringing up water and undigested granola all over his sneakers.

“Fuck,” Jason mutters, jumping backwards a few feet. He turns away and interlaces his hand behind his head. He wants to cover his ears, but that would be too much.

“Oh, god. I’m sorry,” Colby sputters. “I–shit–” He heaves again.

“Ok, ok.” Jason pulls in a deep inhalation, trying to keep himself from hyperventilating. “If you were feeling bad, why’d you come?”

“I’m fine, I swear.” Colby straightens up and drags his sleeve over his mouth. “I’m just…it’s so hot out…” He swallows, and his breath hitches, but he maintains control. “If you wanna keep going without me…” he trails off.

“No, I, “Jason falters. “It’s fine.” He pointedly doesn’t look down at the mess as he hops off the sidewalk and puts his arm around Colby’s waist. He holds him close and begins to walk in the bike lane, heading back toward their apartment complex.

“You sure? I’ll be fine on my own.” Colby dabs his glistening forehead. His cheeks are bright red, but the rest of his face is the color of milk.

“No, you’re not,” Jason sighs. Colby looks on the verge of fainting. Or puking again. “It’s fine. Let’s just…walk fast, ok?”

#my ocs #oc fic #mike & co #casa deangles-carson #colby carson #jason deangeles #colby and jason #sickfic #hurt/comfort #heat exhaustion #emeto #emetophilia

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builder051 · 6 years

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Jason and his boyfriend home watching s movie then in the dark room Jason pukes in a bowl or trash can thing and Colby is concerned I’m not sure haha