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Get Up

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist

WC: 2,225

Summary: Y/N says she’s fine, but she rarely leaves the comfort of her bed. The boys finally confront her about “giving up” and learning to fight again.

Warnings: some angst and fluff. Mentions of grief, depression, feeling like giving up, etc. (but it’s a comfort fic!) I heart soft Sam. Dean is a little intense. Technically no pairing.

A/N: I’ve been writing SO MUCH, but I just can’t seem to finish anything. I’ve also been struggling lately, so this was an attempt for me to get some of that out. This was quick and focused on finally finishing something rather than being perfect (I think this is the first time I’ve written something in a day), so all mistakes are mine. I had “Get Up” by Shinedown stuck in the back of my mind, so that played a part as well. Although I typically write from a Dean x reader perspective, I don’t think I really established a pairing so…hope this might encourage you too, whether you’re a Dean!girl or a Sam!girl.

(fic included on Dean Masterlist and Sam Masterlist)

Hearing a soft knock at your door, you exhaled sharply and prayed the culprit would go away. There was really no reason for you to feel so annoyed and irritated. You knew you’d been isolating yourself lately and the boys had to be a little concerned with how distant you were being. But that still didn’t change the fact that you didn’t feel like talking or being around anyone.

When you heard the doorknob start to turn, you tensed instinctively and hoped again that whoever it was would leave you alone.

“Y/N?” To your dismay, there was another quick knock before Sam peeked his head in. “Hey. Me and Dean were thinking about putting on a movie or something. You wanna come join us for a while and we’ll see what we can come up with?”

“No thanks. I’m alright.”

Like most days, you were curled up in a cocoon made up of several layers of blankets and you had no intention of leaving. After hesitating briefly, Sam crossed your room in a few simple strides and took a seat on the edge of your bed. You gritted your teeth to keep your composure and braced yourself for whatever “talk” he was about to give you. You knew that he meant well, but all you wanted was to be left alone.

“Hey. Are you sure you’re alright? We haven’t seen much of you the last couple of days.”

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How to Handle Having TOO MUCH To Do

So let’s say you’re in the same boat I am (this is a running theme, have you noticed?) and you’ve just got, like, SO MUCH STUFF that HAS to get done YESTERDAY or you will DIE (or fail/get fired/mope). Everything needs to be done yesterday, you’re sick, and for whatever reason you are focusing on the least important stuff first. What to do!

Take a deep breath, because this is a boot camp in prioritization.

Make a 3 by 4 grid. Make it pretty big. The line above your top row goes like this: Due YESTERDAY - due TOMORROW - due LATER. Along the side, write: Takes 5 min - Takes 30 min - Takes hours - Takes DAYS.

Divide ALL your tasks into one of these squares, based on how much work you still have to do. A thank you note for a present you received two weeks ago? That takes 5 minutes and was due YESTERDAY. Put it in that square. A five page paper that’s due tomorrow? That takes an hour/hours, place it appropriately. Tomorrow’s speech you just need to rehearse? Half an hour, due TOMORROW. Do the same for ALL of your tasks

Your priority goes like this:

5 minutes due YESTERDAY

5 minutes due TOMORROW

Half-hour due YESTERDAY

Half-hour due TOMORROW

Hours due YESTERDAY

Hours due TOMORROW

5 minutes due LATER

Half-hour due LATER

Hours due LATER

DAYS due YESTERDAY

DAYS due TOMORROW

DAYS due LATER

At this point you just go down the list in each section. If something feels especially urgent, for whatever reason - a certain professor is hounding you, you’re especially worried about that speech, whatever - you can bump that up to the top of the entire list. However, going through the list like this is what I find most efficient.

Some people do like to save the 5 minute tasks for kind of a break between longer-running tasks. If that’s what you want to try, go for it! You’re the one studying here.

So that’s how to prioritize. Now, how to actually do shit? That’s where the 20/10 method comes in. It’s simple: do stuff like a stuff-doing FIEND for 20 minutes, then take a ten minute break and do whatever you want. Repeat ad infinitum. It’s how I’ve gotten through my to do list, concussed and everything.

You’ve got this. Get a drink and start - we can do our stuff together!

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OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS ANON

I’m sorry that you had to die because of my story. Maybe if I ever update, you can read from beyond the grave.

I have a lot of random free time now, so I’ll read over the story, try not to cringe, and attempt to write more!! I’LL PLOT IT OUT FOR YOU, DEAD ANON

[poltski]

If you did a shitty job, no one would be magically watching this blog :)) So yeah, you write wonderfully but it's cool with me if you don't think you can carry on but YEAH JUST KNOW YOU ARE AMAZING

Haha that's true and there's a reason that I put it on a separate blog from my main one. That is actually pretty encouraging. I will try to shove the plot into something comprehensible

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I think Angel with a shotgun reminds me of them. Wheeeen's the next update?

Sorry, Anon. Never posted the playlist.You Found Me - Kelly ClarksonCollide - Howie DayAll You Wanted - Michelle BranchI’m With You - Avril LavigneFor You I Will - Teddy Geiger**** Can’t Help Falling In Love With You - Ingrid Michaelson ****I’m Coming Home - Diddy (This is mostly just because it reminds me of Jason)Angel With a Shotgun (like you said, Anon :) ) - The CabI Do - Colbie CaillatShe Is Love - ParachuteSomething - The BeatlesIt’s Time - Imagine Dragons (this is mostly for Emily)Everybody Talks- Neon TreesMiss Independent - NeYoFine By Me - Andy GrammerAnybody still magically watching this blog. My problem is I really don’t know where I want this story to go. I feel like I’ve done/am doing a really shitty job of writing BOTH Jason and Emily. Emily some how became a Mary Sue to me and I just really don’t know how to fix it?? I have some ideas of what I want to do, but they just don’t seem very good to me. So, I really just need some inspiration. Anything I update with will probably be really inconsistent.;_; I’m sorry for everyone who has read my story. If I gain inspiration or if anyone wants me to try and write something, I’ll do the best I can. I’ll try to put something out if I ever figure it out, so I’m not completely shutting down the project.

[poltski]

This is the best explanation I could come up with for why it takes me so long to do updates sometimes when, at other times, I’m typing them up like clockwork.

[poltski]

I haven't heard from you in forever I hope you're ok

Yup, definitely okay! Sorry the story is taking ten forevers.

BUT I have a request :D Maybe (while ya’ll are waiting) you can send me some of the songs that remind you of Jason and Emily x3 and if you do then I’ll show you guys the playlist I play to write for them :D

[poltski]

Ahhhh your Jason x Emily fic brings me so much joy I love it so much

OH GOD I PROMISE I'M WORKING ON IT

No really, I'm planning it out and starting to write the next chapters, they really are in Word!!

Check back...sometime >,< Thank you so much!

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So these were in my inbox when I woke up this morning afternoon

I KNOW EVERYONE I'M SO SORRY I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT EMILY A BIT. I had kind of planned where it was going to go, but I didn't want to draw it out for 10 forevers D: OKAY YOU GUYS WIN I'LL TRY AND WRITE SOMETHING RIGHT NOW

But no srsly I can't promise it'll be any good or that it won't seem rushed

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Guys, please reblog this ): I know I’m guilty of usually passing right over these things, but this is a good friend and they’re being very serious. Hitting alt reblog really will take two seconds of your time and will help out a whole bunch!

Okay guys, I kinda need some help. My mum says Tumblr is nothing but a waste of time and does you nothing good. She plans on making me delete mine (how about no?) and I asked her if this post makes 10,000 notes, I can keep my account. She agreed. So...can you guys help me out?

[poltski]

Cruel :(

I KNOW I'M SO SORRY

I just haven't really had any inspiration yet ;_; I did get From Under the Red Hood for Christmas, so maybe it'll inspire me a bit lol. I just don't want to drag it out, but I guess you guys wouldn't mind that ;__; I pretty much know what's going to happen I just have to put it down on Word so it's not crap

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In response to an ask..

Hey, guys~!

So, sorry!! But I have no idea when the next chapter will be up! Finals are just around the corner and if I find time to write, then I definitely will!

But, to keep you guys occupied, I'll take prompts. Jason and Emily prompts, Batfam prompts, or if you've seen other fandoms that I like on my personal blog and want to prompt for those, go right ahead.

They'll probably just be short drabbles to keep you guys occupied and give me a study break, though!

But if you're not interested, no worries. I won't be offended and less work for me, so... >.>

BUT IF YOU ARE then prompt away

That is all

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Knock knock

OH NO YOU CAUGHT ME

Damn I don't even have an excuse except procrastination >_>''

Finals are in a week, so I'll try and post something up before I'm sucked into the vortex. This fic is ending up to be really long ha ha sorry about that.

The next chapter I have planned is probably a little more involved that I might be able to get into...

How about this. You guys send me a few prompts, I'll choose the ones that I like and write a short drabble thingy for the prompts I really like to keep you guys busy till I come out with the next chapter. Is that an okay compromise?

Or...were you really going to tell me a joke and I was supposed to say "who's there?" .....

[poltski]

Omg you like supernatural too! I officially declare you da bestttttttttt

I do like Supernatural! Thank you so much, kind anon!

[poltski]

.:Emily:. Chapter 17

Fandom:DCU; Batman

Pairing: OC x Jason Todd

Rating: T+ -> M

Notes:OC insert, swearing, possible sexual situations in detail later on

Summary: Jason should have seen it coming. He should have anticipated this girl shoving her way into his life. What the fuck was wrong with him lately.

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

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He dragged himself. Pain. Pain. Pain. Put out. Stop focusing on. Pain. Pain. Impossible. Everywhere. Numb. Bursts. Numb. Cold. Locked. Wait. Hope. Just wait. There’s hope.

Beep

Beep

                No.

Beep

                Gone. Hope. None. Nothing. Fire.

                Nothing. Laughing. That terrible laughing. Screeching. Thrashing. Faces. Voices. Torment.

                Burning.

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                Jason’s eyes flew open. His lungs gasped in air as he thrashed to sit up in the bed. He ran his palms down his arms, over his chest, over his face. His body was coated in perspiration. He felt hot and he felt cold. His body began to shake as his face fell into his hands.

                “Jason?”

                Jason shot bolt up again, thrashing around to face Emily. His breath picked up for reasons he couldn’t explain at the sound of her voice. Emily rubbed her eyes and sat up when she realized something was wrong.

                “Jason what is it?” She ran her nails lightly down his back.

He was alive. Emily was here and he was alive. Suddenly, he grabbed her and pulled her into an embrace. He buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent, rubbing his face against her shoulder.

“Shhh..” she whispered gently, rocking him back and forth. “Shh Jason it’s okay. You’re here. It wasn’t real. You’re with me.”

Except it was real. It had been real. He felt himself start shaking again.

“Breath,” she whispered. He tried. He drew in big shaky breaths and felt Emily place light kisses on places of skin he could feel. He heard a whimper and realized it was him. He hadn’t had a nightmare that bad in a little bit. This was the first time someone was here with him for it.

Jason felt Emily’s throat vibrating and realized she was humming to him. She winced and gently leaned back against the headboard, pulling Jason with her. Jason felt like a child, resting his head in the nook of Emily’s neck and shoulder. She shifted a few times to get comfortable before pulling Jason closer to her and raking her fingers through his hair.

Jason felt stupid. Childish. Vulnerable. But all the same, he felt comfortable, loved, wanted. He relaxed against Emily as she continued to stroke his hair. His eyelids started to close as her finger tips made gentle stroking movements across his brow.

“Go to sleep, Jason,” Emily whispered, sliding him down onto the bed with some effort. “I’m right here.”

 She crawled over to the other side of him, molding the front of her body into the back of his. She continued to stroke his hair, her head propped up on one elbow. Jason heard Emily yawn several times, but she stayed awake with him until he finally fell back asleep.

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                Like every other night that he’d had a nightmare, Jason didn’t stay asleep too long. The sun was starting to come up by the time he was awake. He carefully slid out from under Emily’s arms and off the bed, tugging on a shirt. He instantly missed Emily’s body heat and pulled on a jacket, as well. He turned to Emily and pulled the covers over her before quietly walking out into the hall.

                He walked into the kitchen to already find Ryan sitting at the table, petting Ace. Great. This wouldn’t be awkward at all.

                “Hey, kid,” Jason said, walking over to the fridge. Ace stood up and trotted over to him. Jason fed him a baby carrot.

                “My name’s Ryan,” the kid protested, predictably.

                “Right, sorry,” Jason muttered. “Can’t sleep?”

                “Obviously, if I’m sitting here,” Ryan scoffed. Great. He was already picking up an attitude from Damian.

                “Just askin’,” Jason sighed. “You hungry?”

                “Isn’t it, like, 4 in the morning?” Ryan asked, slouching onto the table.

                “Might as well do something useful if we’re up. I’m hungry anyway. What do you want?” Jason asked.

                “Can you even cook?” Ryan accused. Jason sighed. He was not in the mood to take sassy attitude from this kid.

                “You hungry or not?” Jason asked. The kid considered. Of course he was hungry. He’s, what, eight? Kids are always hungry.

                “Yea, fine. Just don’t burn it,” Ryan caved.

                “What do you want? Eggs…toast..bacon…sausage..pancakes..waffles…” Jason said, half to himself and half to the kid, scanning the full pantry. Alfred always kept it stocked, bless that man.

                “How about toast and pancakes? Or toast and eggs and pancakes? Or—“ the kid started to continue, his eyes getting bigger than his stomach.

                “How about just toast and pancakes,” Jason said, pulling out the loaf of bread and pancake mix. Emily said it would take him a while to warm up to him, but he wasn’t really expecting to have to interact with the kid without Em around. Ah, well. Might as well put in an effort. Not like anybody else was up this early.

                Jason moved around the kitchen and pulled out bowls, a whisk, and several ingredients.

                “You wanna help me make em?” Jason offered, resting his hands on the counter and looking over at Ryan. Ryan sat up and stared at Jason for a second, contemplating. The offer seemed to perk his interest.

                “Yea, sure,” he finally said, trying to act indifferent. “Gotta make sure you don’t mess them up.”

                Jason suppressed a chuckle. Ryan came over to the counter and kneeled on the stool so he was above the counter. Jason skimmed the directions and handed Ryan two eggs and a measuring cup.

                “You know how to crack eggs?” Jason asked.

                “Yea,” Ryan muttered. He remembered his  previous behavior toward Jason and added. “I’m not five.”

                “Just askin’,” Jason shrugged. “Wanna see how to crack it with one hand?”

                “You can do that?” Ryan asked, looking over at Jason.

                “Of course you can,” Jason chuckled. “Your hands might be a little small yet, but you can work on it.”

                Jason demonstrated, tossing the empty shell into the sink and pouring the eggs into the bowl.

                “That doesn’t look that hard,” Ryan said.

                “Give it a try,” Jason said, washing his hand off and holding the cup for Ryan yet again. Ryan gave it several tries. He started to get frustrated before Jason took his hand and showed him how, mostly using his own hand.

                “Give it a few years,” Jason said, tossing another empty egg shell into the sink. “We’ll try again when your hands are bigger.”

                “Yea, right,” Ryan said, pulling the pancake mix box toward him. “If you even stick around that long.”

                Jason didn’t say anything. He couldn’t guarantee that he would. He was silent as he pulled out the Crisco from the pantry. Before he could get a spoon to it, he found Ryan dipping his fingers in and smearing the Crisco across the pan. This looked pretty routine for him. Old routine maybe.

                Jason couldn’t help but chuckle quietly as he put the spoon away.

                “I’ll believe you’re a good cook if you can make an ‘R’ in my pancake,” Ryan said.

                “Challenge accepted,” Jason said. Oh, God. Did he really just use Emily-lingo? Geez..

                Jason grabbed the batter and dripped the letter ‘R’ onto the pan before pouring the rest of the mix on top.

                “This seems like a lot,” Ryan pointed out, peering into the bowl.

                “We’ll put the rest in the fridge and let the others have some later,” Jason shrugged. Not like they couldn’t afford some damn pancake mix anyway. Jason popped a few slices of bread into the toaster for both of them. Finally, he set all of the food onto the table for them.

                “One order of pancakes and toast,” Jason said, bringing the butter and syrup over. “Dig in, kid.”

                Ryan ignored Jason’s lack of Ryan’s name and hungrily started devouring the pancakes in front of him. The two were silent as they ate.

                “You’re the first one of Emily’s boyfriends that’s spent any time with me, you know,” Ryan muttered, finding his fork more interesting than Jason’s face.

                “Oh, yea?” Jason asked, not confirming or denying his relationship with Emily. What was he supposed to say to that?

                “Have you guys slept together yet?” Ryan asked. Jason choked on his pancake and started coughing, quickly gulping down milk.

                “What kind of question is that?” Jason finally asked.

                “Have you?” Ryan asked again, more edge in his voice.

                “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. We haven’t,” Jason said, sitting back. Jesus, how old was this kid? Not that Jason didn’t know and think about this stuff when he was a kid, but he was a street kid. He saw all the shit that went on in the world.

                “Okay..” Ryan nodded, leaning back in his seat. “I believe you.”

                “Just cause two people sleep together doesn’t mean they’re going to leave each other,” Jason said. Oh, Lord. Was he really having this conversation? He ran his hand over his face. “You know what? Forget about it, you’re eight years old. You should be thinking about, like, soccer and Saturday morning cartoons and stuff.”

                Ryan was silent as he started to eat again. Jason sighed, feeling like he said something wrong now. This was all going wrong. What the hell was he even supposed to say?

                “Look…” Jason muttered. “I know you’re worried about Emily. But I’m not around to hurt her or use her or anything. I’m trying to keep her safe and protect her. So, you let me worry about Emily. Besides, she’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.”

                Ryan gave him a dry look.

                “What? She can…most of the time,” Jason muttered, looking off to the side.  “Bottom line is, I’ve got her back. Nothing is going to happen to her.”

                “Are you gonna save her from that gang?” Ryan asked. Jason leaned back. How did he know about that?

                “What gang?” Jason asked, deciding to play dumb.

                “That guy she was dating before you,” Ryan said. “He’s part of a gang. They’ll definitely come after Emily now that she’s broken up with him.”

                Why hadn’t Jason ever put two and two together? It seemed so obvious now. Like information that he knew, but didn’t know he knew. He hadn’t even questioned who it was that came after Emily. How she got shot. Why they were chasing her. It was Gotham for Christ’s sake. Shit like that just happens.

                But Emily knew. She was slowly feeding him information. Where they met. What they were after. Who they mainly harassed. Why didn’t she just tell him? She was embarrassed? She was afraid that Jason would be angry that she’d been involved? He guessed it didn’t really matter why – all it meant was that Emily knew more than she was letting on.

                “Yea,” Jason finally croaked out. “Don’t you worry about that, kid. I’ve got it covered.”

                “How?” Ryan demanded, looking up at Jason. Jason met his gaze.

                “You just let me worry about that,” Jason nodded, continuing to eat his toast. He gave the kid a little encouraging smile before ruffling his hair.

                “Ugh, gross, you’re gonna get syrup in my hair,” Ryan said, a little smile fighting onto his face.

                “Nah, this would be getting syrup on you,” Jason smirked, dipping the tip of his finger into the syrup and poking Ryan’s cheek. He gasped and dipped his own finger, wiping it on Jason’s arm. Jason chuckled before licking it off.

                “Have you been in a lot of fights?” Ryan asked, drinking his own milk. “You sure got a lot of scars your arm.”

                “And you sure ask a lot of questions,” Jason said, scraping syrup onto the edges of his fork.

                “I’m a curious kid,” Ryan smirked.

                “Eat your pancakes,” Jason chuckled again, his nightmare forgotten.

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((A/N: PHEW finally got this one out. Ugh, sorry this fic is getting really long! And sorry if it's dragging out! I just really wanted some big bro!Jason and Ryan time))

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Whaddup poltski doltski you be writing soon right? Right. Well happy holidays or world peace day. I really dont know. Keep kewl and stay in skewl. Peace.

Lololol wtf

I was wondering when someone was going to do this

BUT FOR ONCE I AM ONE STEP AHEAD OF YOU BWA HA HA

I'm already half way through the next chapter ;D So don't you worry babies. I"ll probably write some tomorrow. Maaaaay be up tomorrow. No promises though.

I may or may not have been being distracted by Supernatural

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When planning story: This is great! I can go far with this.

When writing story: No I can't.