#fixit fanfics

[iamafanofcartoons]

On the Left is basically critics, fix-it fanfics, and rewrites. Oh, and the accusations of toxic positivity.

On the Right, we have shows that try to do hopepunk, positive messages, and of course? People that just try to enjoy the show for what it is!

But this really reflects a lot of fandoms.

For the love of all that is Holy, folks... if a movie or show is annoying you that much, then stop watching it. This will be good for everyone's mental health.   Do Not Hate-Watch...especially not on a critic’s channel.

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[prokopetz]

Writing fixit fic for problems I introduced myself.

[morallygreyintrovert]

Today I put on my big girl pants and decided to finally start writing my SPN fix-it fic which starts with Cas in the empty. I’ve been day dreaming about this forever now despite never having written a single thing. So screw you executive function and perfectionist tendencies. The first chapter draft title was ‘once we meet again’ and I wasn’t overly fond of it but I decided to not procrastinate over a chapter title and come back to it later.

Anyway as I was nearing the end of the first chapter, a perfectly fitting song came to mind for the overall vibe of the chapter and thus the final (or so I think) title was born. And I am very pleased with myself so I thought I’d share with the group. Plus a sneak peak of the first paragraph if anyone would like to read it and leave me their HONEST thoughts, it would be much appreciated.

[variousqueerthings]

sometimes i think about that one moment where sam's just seen miguel kissing someone else and she's running outside the party crying and then tory approaches her looking for help, and she's just. so much taller. than sam. and it's the only time we really see that physical juxtaposition. absolute tol/smol rights.

and also sam tenderly wrapping tory's hand and sam asking if she's alright and the two of them fighting together and the idea of tory calling her princess in s6 (but fondly) just once... just once. pls 🥺

[bobwess]

SPN Finale Fix-it Fic

Posted here in its entirety given the times. When we're back online, please find me at Bob Wess on ao3.

Jack watched Chuck fade out of view through the back window, breathing in a slow sigh of relief. They succeeded. He was done.

"And we're sure sure that he can't figure out how to get his power back?" Dean confirmed, glancing up in the rear view mirror. "I mean, he was God. He knows literally everything."

"He doesn't anymore." Jack said softly, leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes. "That much knowledge would kill him, he's human. He can't remember."

"You doing okay back there, kid?"

"Yeah." He replied weakly.

Dean kept his gaze for a moment before he just turned back to driving.

Sam glanced back, doing his best to mask his concern. "You get some rest, Jack. You did good back there."

"Thanks." Jack failed to mutter. Closing his eyes didn't help, but once he had he forgot how to open them. He had existed his whole life… just one moment in one place.

Right now he was everywhere. Like electricity, a thought and he could see it. Anywhere in the world. He checked in on Donna, Eileen, Bobby, Charlie... He peered through the bunker. He looked in the silo. He could do all that from the car speeding down the highway, one single path through the infinite multitudes.

It was an adjustment.

Chuck's memory was fathomless, and it was spreading like wildfire across his brain, unfolding eons in seconds, cataloging an eternity in the void balanced with Amara and Death before he took breath and birthed the warriors of his sister's confinement. Jack saw the moment the horsemen split. He saw the big bang. He saw the creation of angels, crafted from the supernovas of a chaotic forming universe. He watched countless worlds rise from sparks into empires and fade to dust. He found himself catching up to the present. He watched Sam and Dean's life from birth, not sure if the tears were only in his head when he watched a demon slit his wrist over Sam's crib. He watched John Winchester impart his discipline on them. He watched a knife in Sam's back and hellhounds at Dean's ankles. He felt a physical punch to the gut when Castiel laid a hand on Dean's shoulder in hell.

Dean Winchester is saved.

"That was when the connection broke." Jack thought he had said it out loud, but when no one in the car responded he realized he was mistaken. It was too much of an effort to speak up again.

He watched it again, once, twice. It made him feel physically nauseous. All of the unfathomed cosmos were perfectly in tune with Chuck, the small flicker of an angel's doubt was like a lightning bolt. Angels obeyed. That was all they knew how to do. They weren't like his archangels with their own intuitions, angels were merely an extension of him, programmed to follow orders.

"He wasn't pulling the strings." Jack tried to assure them, but again he realized he hadn't moved his lips. "Chuck wanted to see the story… he didn't want to write it. Not until the end. That was all you…"

He watched Ruby corrupt Sam in parallel to Dean's corruption of Cas.

Castiel wasn't the first angel to pull away from heaven, but he was the first one to be tainted with the soul of a righteous man rather than the temptations of sin. It was fascinating.

Chuck never knew which path Dean would take, but he knew where every possible path could lead. Not a single prediction saw Dean get into that church. Castiel had achieved the unachievable. Providence was subverted. A thousand new paths opened up and the cosmic rush was intoxicating.

He almost forgot to reach through and pull Dean out of that church before Lucifer stepped into the world and melted the flesh off his bones. Sam too, why not?

He spent simultaneously millenia and mere hours, riding the high of being confronted with the true unknown. He was disappointed when the puzzle pieces started sliding into place, the picture clearing. New paths were cemented; The story was different now, but he could see it again. The loss was impossible to set aside.

Raphael had smited Cas so thoroughly there wasn't even enough to scrape into the empty. This provided him with a unique opportunity. He could pull him back together. He was careful, taking care, hundreds of years within frozen time. He had to get it perfect, he could not risk losing the small shard of Dean's soul that severed his bond with fate.

When Cas came back. the paths blurred and when it was done these three improbable rebels had averted the certainty of the apocalypse. Once again as the earth sealed over and the dust settled, Chuck had found himself already craving the uncertainty of Castiel. He went to work rebuilding him again.

The dread Chuck felt when Dean took the mark competed with the thrill of seeing where that led, and suddenly he felt connected to Dean in a way he never had any human before. Reconciliation with his sister, a trip through the cosmic potential at the edges of interminable realities, and by his return the story of Earth had been turned on end.

Jack felt the wave of hatred for himself, and he imagined giving a weak smile at the emotional mess he'd have to sort through to reconcile that later. He turned his back, wishing to avoid reliving the pain and turmoil he himself caused from a whole new perspective. Chuck's omniscience seemed to flicker and fade after Sam's soul splintered into his shoulder anyway.

He rushed through to the end, desperate to catch up to the present in the diminishing hope that he'd be able to wrestle these memories under control. Time had been moving so fast at the start of… well, time itself. Now each second was painfully slow, and he aged centuries sorting through Chuck's analysis of every minute. "Sir, this is a radio shed."

Chuck was choking down on the reins, brushing right up against the his own applied limits to affect free will before finally tearing everything down in every reality but one. And then he began to deconstruct that.

Jack was distracted by feeling the pull of every soul as they were erased off the planet. An instant for any observer on earth, but each person one at a time for him.

He almost missed Cas and Dean run out of Death's library.

"When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him.…"

Jack blinked back tears again, heart racing as he watched the scene continue.

The empty was tearing open. Cas tried to throw Dean to the side, but the hunter grabbed his arm, pulling Cas close and throwing his arms around him.

"Dean, please-" Cas shouted over the sounds of the slithering void reaching towards them. Jack could feel the second hand panic exploding out from both of them.

"I love you, Cas." Dean breathed, directly in Cas' ear. He arched involuntarily as he felt the ink touch his back, but he held on tight. His prayer was clear. You aren't going without me.

Jack felt Chuck himself invade the room, standing in the silence left behind, the violence of moments ago fading into absence, a world once again without Death, a world missing an impossible pair. And a wholly unsatisfying ending.

Jack felt another nauseating twist in his gut when he felt the idea blossom.

He'd just build another.

No.

It was easy, really.

Please no.

The memories continued, pushing through every attempt Jack made to slow them. His hands… the perverse hand of God, sewing together a human body, stuffing it with a hastily crafted approximation of a half finished soul. Cracked drywall smoothed over with reconstructed memories, edited to his liking. The story would be finished. He didn't rip everyone off this earth just to end it there.

Chuck left him on the floor, phone ringing on the ground, and a memory of staying silent while Cas was ripped from existence.

Jack tore his eyes open, gasping for air as he pulled himself out of it. He locked eyes with Dean in the mirror, and felt the shudder down his spine.

It wasn't Dean.

Dean was in the empty.

Dean was gone.

This isn't Dean.

"You sure you're okay?" Not Dean asked over his shoulder, suggesting to Jack his expressions had all been in his head.

"Yeah." He replied softly.

.

He didn't tell them.

The imposter was acting normal, and Sam was none the wiser, and with all of Jack's wisdom he didn't know what to do besides do nothing at all. He said his goodbyes and stepped out of time to think.

"You want to bring them back." Amara's voice wasn't accusing, but it wasn't necessarily approving either. "This is your idea of hands off?"

"I'm doing it."

"Interfering is what got Chuck in trouble in the first place."

"I'm not Chuck." Jack said firmly. "And I'm not leaving them there."

She looked across the bunker at the figure that couldn't see them. "What are you going to do about him?"

Jack closed his eyes. "I don't know."

"You know you won't be able to pull Dean out with that thing here."

"That thing is Dean… sort of."

"And that's the problem." Amara finished. "The soul can't exist in tandem like that. They'll consume each other as they try to merge."

"He doesn't have a soul." Jack said mournfully. "Not really."

"Close enough to cause problems."

"It's not fair anyway." Jack murmured. "To Sam…" Sam hadn't noticed yet, but Jack was counting the days. The new Dean was a bluff, a collection of memories and intent robust enough to ride out the last apocalypse to completion, but it was never meant to navigate the world any further. The seams were coming undone, and soon they would be without subtlety.

"I don't want Sam to know." Jack paused. "He shouldn't have to know how long his brother has been gone, or where.

"You're not going to be able to wait much longer."

"I'll figure it out." And he did.

Five inches.

The slightest adjustment, five inches to the left, letting a vampire and a poorly placed hook do the dirty work for him.

Jack kept his eyes on every corner of earth, heaven, hell, and purgatory to try to hide from tearful goodbyes from a whisper of his father. He blocked out Sam's despaired prayers, begging him to help.

I am helping. I can rescue him now.

Jack finally used the last spark of an imposter Dean's almost-soul to rip a hole into the nothingness beyond reality. He liked to think that this Dean had been Dean enough that he'd have willingly sacrificed himself for a chance to rescue his family from the Entity.

It was enough to steel himself for the task ahead.

With the presence of God and the audacity of a Winchester, he stepped through, and he wouldn't be leaving without his fathers.

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[stormxpadme]

This fanfic was inspired by this gorgeous fanart by dear @yakichoufd

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men '97 (Cartoon 2024) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers, Jean Grey/Logan, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Logan/Scott Summers Characters: Jean Grey, Logan (X-Men), Scott Summers Additional Tags: i ship scott summers with happiness, Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Polyamory, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Come Swallowing, Bisexual Logan (X-Men), Bisexual Scott Summers, Bottom Scott Summers, Top Logan (X-Men), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Angst, Romance, Threesome - F/M/M, Developing Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Vaginal Fingering, Biting, Orgasm Edging, Cock Rings, Creampie, Cuddling & Snuggling Series: Part 4 of Independent Oneshots: Cyclops/Jean Grey/Wolverine Summary:

After the massacre on Genosha, Scott finds comfort with the two people he loves.

[thefreakymunson]

Exact Copy

Summary: Eddie Munson went missing nearly ten years ago, living a a young Y/N to fend for herself. But sometimes, just sometimes, wrongs can get put right. T/W: Death, murder, angst. A/N: This is my version of a fixit fic. I hope you enjoy.

Hawkins, Indianna 1996.

You were standing at the ten year Hawkin’s high school reunion. It’s crazy how much everyone had changed over the last decade. So many of your friends had families now, children of their own, and careers you could’ve only dreamed for. They got out of this town. They got out and stayed out. They only came back to visit family and then they got to leave. Not you.

You never got over his death. You never got over the hurt and anger. How could he put himself in that position and leave you here all alone? Eddie was your everything. Everyone in town knew it and everyone in town shunned you after he was named a suspect. But that was ten years ago and no one remembered him now. They remembered Chrissy, Patrick, and Jason. But Eddie “The Freak” Munson was a name that the town kept hush-hush about.

You weren’t allowed to talk about him. You were shunned by your friends. The therapist told you that you just needed to move on – forget about him, that there would be other guys for you. As if you could just forget about the love of your life. As if you could forget the memories you shared. As if you could forget how good it felt to be loved by him. As if the ten year old boy at home didn’t remind you every day of him.

He never got to find out he had gotten you pregnant, that you gave birth to a son you named Ozzy that looked identical to him more and more every day. His long shaggy black hair and the same wide smile as his fathers. He was the spitting image of Eddie Munson.

You weren’t even sure what lead you to coming here tonight. It wasn’t as if you were going to bump into him. It was just a reminder of how hard your life had suffered. Classmates who were rich and successful, married, living happy lives. And you were still hung up on the guy who the town deemed a murderer ten years – a decade ago.

Tonight you’d hopefully change that. It was time to move on for your sanity. You deserved to be happy, too. Eddie would’ve wanted that. Tonight you were able to fully say your goodbyes to the man you loved and longed after for so many years.

You made your way out past the football field, through the overgrown brush, and back to where you had walked so many times before to meet him during lunch or your free period. So many conversations you had here. This was where your first kiss was the day that your ex boyfriend broke your heart. This was where he got you high for the first time. And your favorite memory - this was where he told you he loved you for the first time as well. So many memories in this small secluded spot that for three years belonged to just you and Eddie. No one else.

“Y/N” you heard his voice, like a ghost coming from the darkness of the surrounding trees. Tears filled your eyes. It wasn’t a new thing. You had heard him every once in awhile for the last ten years, especially when you missed him. In the dark nights, in the sunny warm mornings – when you were curled up with his vest he used to wear. You kept it in a bag to keep the scent of him on it, only bringing it out when the ache in your chest got too bad just to give yourself a reminder that he was real and he loved you – he existed no matter how many people wanted to forget about him.

“I miss you,” you said, voice quivering as you sat down at your picnic table, “I miss everything about you. This...this town has moved on...and for the most part, they’ve forgotten all about Chrissy and everyone else. Forgotten about you...but I can’t. I never could, Eds.”

“Y/N,” you heard his voice so clearly this time.

A small smile spread across your face as you remembered the way he used to playfully dance around to make you smile if you were having a bad day. He was the goofiest person you knew and he never failed to make you smile even on the worst of days.

“I miss your laugh,” you said, “And the way you smelled. I still miss those nights we’d spend on top of your trailer...two stupid kids, ya know? Getting high as shit. We’d get in trouble for being too loud all the time...we never listened.”

“Y/N, look at me.” His voice came again from behind you.

“You’re not real,” you whispered quietly, tears filling your eyes, “I’ve heard your voice so many times and every time I look, you’re not there. You haven’t been here for ten years, Eddie. I keep hearing your voice and seeing you in everything. You’re everywhere even still. I’ve gotta move on, Eds. I can’t live another ten years like this. My heart feels so empty every day that I don’t have you here. The hurt is the same every fucking day.”

A hand reached out and grabbed your arm gently, making you gasp. A hand – a warm hand with three silver rings: a cross with four skulls, a pig head, and a skull. They weren’t as crisp as they used to be, obviously a little worn down now. The voice had obviously never touched you. You turned around to see him – your Eddie standing there. Except he didn’t look the same.

His hair was cropped short and slicked back. He had facial hair now. He looked older and mature, almost as if he was a completely different person now. But you knew by those eyes – those big brown warm eyes, this was your Eddie.

“You’re not real, Eddie.” You said, voice trembling as you stared into those big brown eyes for the first time in a decade. You felt your knees almost give out from underneath you as you stumbled back and away from him,“You can’t be real. You – you died, Eddie.”

“No,” Eddie whispered, “It’s too complicated to talk about right now. I’m not even supposed to be here. I just...I knew you would be here. I knew you would be out here in our spot...well, I had a feeling at least. I’m staying in the hotel just out past route 8. Room 4. Will you meet me there?”

You stood there dumbfounded as tears streamed down your face. Panic rose in your throat as you struggled to breathe. Was this a joke? How could someone do this? Didn’t they know you loved this man with everything in you? And you never got over him?

“Eddie-” You were cut off by the sound of a few footsteps and laughter, a passing couple walking through the woods for whatever reason.

“Meet me there, okay? I can’t risk being seen.” His voice was frantic.

And just as soon as he was there touching you, he was gone again back into the vast darkness. Route 8 hotel, room 4. Route 8 hotel, room 4. Route 8 hotel, room 4. You must’ve repeated it a thousand times as you rushed back to your car, fumbling with the keys to unlock the door. There was a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach as you sped out of the schools parking lot, like this was a dream or a prank. But it couldn’t have been – no one could be this cruel, could they?

You knocked on the door, hands moving rapidly. There was no way this was real. This was just another delusion. But when the door opened, there he stood again. You rushed inside the door and wrapped your arms around him so tightly, sobs wrecking your body. He was real. You could touch him – you could see him and smell him. He was there in front of you for the first time in a decade.

“Oh my god,” you cried, pressing your face into his chest.

“I know, I know.” Eddie said, his hand cradling the back of your head as you sobbed, “I know. I’m so sorry.”

You leaned back from him, your reddened tear streaked face a sight for sore eyes as you shook your head in disbelief, “How, Eddie? Where were you? What hap-”

“Shh,” Eddie whispered, soothing your hair back from your wet cheeks, “I know you’ve got questions. But you have to calm down first, okay? You’re going to have an asthma attack.”

After all these years, he still remembered your horrible asthma. You couldn’t stop yourself as you stood up on your tip toes and kissed him. His hands came up to cup your face, tears of his own mixing with yours. He tasted exactly how you remembered – how you craved. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks, his beard tickling your fingers.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, unable to say anything else.

“I know,” he whispered, “Uncle Wayne told me you still come to visit him sometimes. I missed you so much, Y/N...I’ve wanted to contact you, tell you what happened to me-”

“Wayne knew?” Your eyes widened.

“Yeah.” Eddie whispered, “I had to swear him to secrecy. He hated having to lie to you as much as I did, princess.”

There it was. Princess. The word made you melt inside all over again, still having the same effect it did a decade ago.

You stepped back, holding him out at arms length to get a good look at him. He still looked the same except for his shorter hair and beard. He looked like the love of your life, just aged a few years. The beard looked great on him, and his short hair brought out his curls. He looked amazing.

“Can’t believe your eyes, huh?” He asked, smile lighting up his face the exact same way it used to.

“I can’t,” you smiled through your tears, “I really can’t, Eddie. You look….”

“Different?” He snorted, “Yeah...well...had to change to protect myself.”

“Where were you?”

He took a deep breath and nodded to the bed, “Wanna sit down while we talk?”

“I’m going to stand,” you said softly, letting go of his arms, “Keeps me preoccupied.”

“Understandable,” he nodded, but flopped down on the edge of the bed. He was quiet for a moment as he looked around the room and sighed softly, “Okay. Well. I guess...where do you want me to start?”

“From the beginning,” you nodded, “After...ya’know, Chrissy.”

He nodded and bounced his knee as he fiddled with the rings – just like he used to do when he got nervous.

“I didn’t murder her. And I didn’t murder anyone else. I wished they would’ve listened to me and relocated you-”

“Relocated me?”

“I’ve been living in a place called Lenora. It’s in California.” He sighed, “There was...there was no other way to go about it, though. If we suddenly both disappeared...they would’ve tried to pin another murder on me.” He looked up at you, “A new identity...a new name...new life. Alexander Simpson.”

He looked up at you as if he was waiting for another question, but when you were silent, he continued on:

“You know, I...begged them to let me bring you with me. But they said it was a safety risk. I’ve tried to contact you over the years but they always intercepted it. The risk is finally low enough now, ya know, it’s been ten years. Everyone’s sort of forgotten about it.”

“If you didn’t kill her – and I know you didn’t. I’m not saying that I believed what they said. I just...what actually happened, Eddie? I seen her body...how was that possible?”

He took a shaky breath in as he looked up at you, and then right past your head. His eyes held a painful look as he chewed on his bottom lip as if he was hesitant to speak about it. A hand came up to scrub over his tired face before he spoke.

“Hawkins isn’t safe, Y/N. Apparently, it’s never been a safe place. There’s an alternate reality...dimension, if you will, and these...monsters from the other realm...they can attack us. They can step through the barriers...and that’s what happened to Chrissy. And that’s what happened to Patrick. I don’t know how, or why or if it because I was near them when it happened and that fuckwad Jason...I got the blame. I know it sounds insane, princess. But there are people that can confirm. Even Henderson will tell you.”

“He said he watched you die,” you said, unshed tears welling up in your eyes, “He said he held you while you passed away and that they left your body in the woods because you didn’t want to be brought back.”

“I did get seriously hurt,” he nodded, “And I’ve got the scars to prove it. But Henderson was there when I got attacked-”

“Attacked?”

“Demobats,” he nodded, “Or that’s what the others called it.”

“What others?”

“Harrington, Nancy, Henderson, Robin…”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. They knew. They all knew he was alive for these past years and they lied to you. People you considered friends, who helped you raise your son along the years – they knew. They fucking knew.

“Do you know...about him?” you asked, shifting your weight to your other foot.

“About who?”

“Ozzy.” You felt your stomach turn.

He was silent for a few minutes before he looked up at you and mumbled, “Osbourne?”

“No,” you laughed softly, “You...we have a son.”

The news seemed to shock him as he looked up at you with wide brown eyes. He was quiet, too stunned to speak or even move.

“A son?” He muttered a few moments later.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “He’s turning ten in a month. He’s – he’s quite the character. Just like you.”

“Jesus,” Eddie said, standing up from the bed, a hand clamped around his mouth, unshed tears in his eyes. “Is he...is he okay, Y/N? Is he safe?”

“He’s perfect,” you smiled, “He’s what kept me going all these years...when you died, I thought that was it for me. And then the morning sickness started. And before I knew it, he was here.”

He bent over, hands on his knees as he looked up at you, and you knew the thought that was running through his mind. ------- “When I finally graduate,” Eddie smirked – it was a inside joke between the two of you, as he walked out of his bedroom, “How cool would it be to get married and start popping out babies?”

“We’re still young to be having babies,” you laughed, legs resting on the arm of the couch, “I’d marry you tomorrow though.”

“You’d marry me tomorrow?” He smiled down at you as he walked closer.

“Edward Munson, I’d marry you in a heartbeat.” You said, watching as he got down on one knee – what the fuck was he doing?

He fished inside his back pocket and pulled out a small ring box, opening it to reveal a small and simple diamond ring.

“Tomorrow then, yeah?” He smirked, brown eyes smiling as much as his lips were. ------

“I still have it, you know? My ring.” You pulled the necklace out of your shirt, revealing the engagement ring dangling from your neck.

He walked over to you, picking the ring up from your chest as he stared down at you. You should’ve been mad, maybe, or devastated. But he was there in front of you, looking down at you with so much...love? In his eyes. It made you weak all over again.

He pressed his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes, letting the ring fall back to your chest. His hands came up to grasp either side of your face as if you were going to fade away. It was insane how much he felt the same – his presence calming and welcoming you.

“Come to Lenora with me,” he whispered, “I’ve already talked to Owens about it and he’s willing to help you move.”

“Eddie-” you sighed. You knew it was coming as soon as he looked at you that way.

“I know. It’s a lot to ask.” He sighed softly, “Especially with the kid – our kid. But I want to meet him and know him. I deserve to know him and I can’t do that here. I can’t move back to Hawkins. They’d have my head on a pike in a split second, you know that, Y/N.”

“I know,” you whispered.

“These portals are only going to keep happening,” Eddie said, “It’s safe in California. They can’t get to us there. It’s just here.”

“But Eddie-”

“But what, princess? I’ve kept tabs on you here. Harrington’s kept me updated with you. I know you’re not living the life here. I know about it all. I’ve got a good job and a good house back in Lenora. I can provide a good life for us there. I can give you everything we talked about back then.”

“I can’t just say yes, Eddie. I’ve got to think of Oz, too.” You sighed.

“What does he know about me?” Eddie’s voice cracked as he bit his bottom lip, “Does – does he think I’m dead or that I just left him? Does he think I’m a piece of shit like my dad was?”

“No,” you said, cupping his chin, “I’ve told him countless times that you would’ve loved to have known him. How good of a dad you’d be. I told him you were dead because that’s what I was lead to believe.”

“Can I meet him, Y/N? Please?...just – I don’t want him to hate me like I hated my dad, you know?”

“He doesn’t think that,” you said, fingers moving to gently wipe his tears away, “Let me talk to him first, okay? Prepare him...let him know you’re not really dead. I don’t want him to know about what you said-”

“Has he heard about the murders?”

“Yes,” you whispered, “He did. He knows. We lived through fuckin’ hell the first few years of his life, Eddie. They called him the son of the freak...ridiculed me for keeping him.”

Eddie sobbed at that – the sound leaving his pinched lips, “You can’t raise him here, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve that.”

“I’ve got to go pick him up in a few minutes,” you said as you noticed the time, “But...is there a way that you could come by the house tomorrow? You can sneak in the back door. I still live in my moms old house but it’s just the two of us now.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, sniffling as he wiped his eyes, “Definitely. I’ll get to meet him, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you gave him a small smile, “Please...don’t just disappear again, Eddie. I don’t want to get his hopes up, okay?”

“I’ll be there,” he nodded, “I swear to you.”

----

The next morning, you were awake bright and early in the kitchen. As if it was some built in clock, you heard the slow footsteps of your son descending the stairs. He rounded the corner, revealing his wild black bed hair as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“Morning, bud.” You said, watching as he slung his blanket up and over his shoulders.

“Morning, mom.” he yawned, “You’re cooking breakfast this early?”

You looked down at the pancakes on the plate in front of him and nodded, “Yeah...I’ve got something important to talk to you about.”

“Okay,” Ozzy mumbled, “...is everything okay?”

“Well...that depends,” you said as you poured syrup on his plate, “You remember what I told you about your dad?”

Ozzy looked up at you with one eye as he rubbed his other free of the grittiness of sleep, “Um...yeah. That he was killed because they thought he was a murderer.”

“Well…” you sighed, “Okay. I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. He’s alive, Ozzy. And I seen him last night for the first time in ten years and he wants to meet you.”

Ozzy stared at you for a few minutes as it registered in his brain what you were saying. He went quiet as he looked down at his plate and then back up at you with tear filled eyes, “He...left us, mama?”

“It’s a long story, Oz.” You sighed softly, “But he was sort of put into something called witness protection due to what everyone said about him. It wasn’t his choice, bub. He didn’t want to leave us.”

“Does he know about me, mama?”

“He does,” you said as you walked over to him and sat beside of him, “And just like I said he would be, he’s so excited to meet you. I got to tell him last night. And if you’re okay with it...he’s going to be coming over in a little bit. But you can’t tell anybody about this just yet, okay? So if you see any of your friends, you can’t mention it.”

“Where does he live?”

“A place called Lenora...it’s out in California.” You said, thumb wiping his tears away from his small cheek. His bottom lip quivered as you pulled him into your lap and hugged him to you, “Hey...it’s okay. It’s okay, Oz.”

There was a knock on the back door and you knew who it was. Ozzy seemed to get the same feeling as he sat up and climbed out of your lap.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” Ozzy looked up at you, “That’s – that’s my – that’s Eddie?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, “It is.”

He wiped his face as he watched you stand up and walk over to the door, opening for Eddie to step inside. Except he wasn’t alone. There was a old gray headed man standing behind him and before he could walk in, you stopped him.

“Who is that?” you pointed at the strange man.

“It’s okay,” Eddie nodded, “It’s Owens. The guy I was telling you about who could help. He’s safe.”

You stared at him for a moment, your fierce protective instincts kicking in as you blocked them from entering your home.

“Y/N,” Eddie said as he gently grasped your arms, “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or bring anyone near you like that. Owen’s is safe. He’s the one who helped me.”

“Here’s my badge,” the old man said, showing you his I.D and his waist to prove he had no weapons, “I’m here to help.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, stepping to the side to allow the two men into your home. You lead them into the kitchen where Ozzy was standing bashfully behind the kitchen counter, peeking out at the strangers. It was nearly like watching a two way mirror. You knew he resembled his father, but seeing them both in the same room made you realize just how similar they truly were.

Eddie walked a bit closer and squatted down to his level and to the surprise of both of you, Ozzy ran to him and wrapped his little arms tightly around his neck. His cries filled the room as Eddie hugged him tightly, his tiny body overcome with so many emotions that his knees buckled and he collapsed against Eddie.

You squatted down beside of them, your hand gently scratching Ozzy’s scalp to try and calm him down. Eddie looked over at you, a look of complete and utter shock and...happiness on his face.

“It’s okay, Ozzy.” You said as you kissed the side of his face, “I know it’s wild, huh?”

“Totally wild,” he hiccuped as he leaned back and wiped his nose on a napkin you handed him.

They both took a minute to study each other before Ozzy spoke.

“You’ve got my face,” he said, small hand patting Eddie’s cheek.

“Nah, man. You’ve got my face.” Eddie smiled despite his tears, “I’m so happy to meet you.”

“Ar – are you here for good?” Ozzy’s voice cracked as he struggled to maintain eye contact with his father, “Or are you going to leave again?”

“Well...I can’t stay here. This town doesn’t like me very much,” Eddie said as he wiped away his sons tears.

“They don’t like me very much either,” Ozzy cried, “The kids...they’re mean to me. I’ve only got a few friends and we play DnD together when mama let’s me-”

“No way,” Eddie said, a small smile forming on his face, “What’s your role?”

“Dungeon master, just like you.” Ozzy said as he pulled his long hair over his mouth, getting bashful all of a sudden, “I’ve even got your binders and your screen...use it in every campaign...but you can have them back.”

“You keep them,” Eddie said with a soft smile, “They’re in good hands, I hope?”

“Mom says I’m the best,” Ozzy smiled over at you, “Ain’t I?”

“You are,” you smiled softly, “You definitely are.”

Eddie looked at you as if to silently ask permission. You knew what he as going to ask and you nodded softly. You hadn’t slept a wink all night thinking about finally escaping this hellhole of a town. And now was your perfect chance, but only if Ozzy agreed.

“Hey, can I ask you something really important?” Eddie asked softly, cupping Ozzy’s small chin in his hand.

“Okay,” he nodded.

“What do you say about leaving here and coming to live with me? It’ll be me, you, and mama.” Eddie said as he fully sat down on the ground now.

“Are the people nice there?” Ozzy whispered, brown eyes searching his fathers face, “Do...do they know about the murders?”

“No,” Eddie shook his head, “And they’re pretty cool people. No one will be mean to you...no one will know anything about the accusations. It’s a fresh start, yeah?”

Ozzy looked between the two of you and the strange man standing behind you. You wondered what was going through his mind as he thought about it for a few minutes.

“Can I bring my guitar?” Ozzy looked sheepishly up at Eddie.

“Dude – you can so bring that guitar.” Eddie smiled, “I’ll even let you play mine-”

“I do have yours,” Ozzy spoke up, “Mama said you called her sweetheart…”

It sounded as if all the wind had been knocked out of Eddie’s body as he bit back a sob. Your hand came up and slowly rubbed his back to comfort him as he stared at his son in disbelief.

“You have my guitar, too?” Eddie asked, voice cracking with emotion.

“Yeah. I’m not very good at it, but I like to practice.” Ozzy said proudly, “I can play some Iron Maiden songs so far. I’m gonna go get it.”

You two watched as Ozzy walked quickly out of the kitchen, his feet padding up the steps quickly. Eddie turned to you and smiled softly, “You raise a kick ass kid, Y/N.”

“An exact copy of you,” you said softly, happy tears filling your eyes.

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: CX-2224 (Star Wars), CX-9902 (Star Wars), CX-4247 (Star Wars), Royce Hemlock, Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), CT-9904 | Crosshair, Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Commandos (Star Wars) Additional Tags: TBB S3 Missing Scenes/Fixits/Speculation, Could Be Canon, Spoilers for TBB S3, Project Clone CX (Star Wars), Mount Tantiss (Star Wars), Clone CX's (Star Wars), Technobabble, The Game's Afoot! Series: Part 12 of Project CX, Part 40 of TBB S3 Fixits, Missing Scenes and Speculation series Summary:

The Clone CX Project is not going quite as planned by Doctor Hemlock. There are some glitches, errors even happening witting the creations.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

"Stackson Friendship Movie Fixit" for this week?

Make Me Write

"I did what I needed to to keep you safe. I can live with the consequences."

Stiles barks out a harsh laugh. It's so bitter it burns as it leaves his throat.

"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure I can. And I think you know that. Why did I have to find out about this from Jackson a week after the funeral?"

"You were already overseas by then. You wouldn't have been able to get here for it." John is trying to sound matter of fact, but Stiles knows it's an act.

"You should have told me anyway, but then I guess talking about it when someone dies isn't really your thing."

John's eyes shoot up to his, showing Stiles' arrow hit its mark. He knows as well as Stiles that they aren't talking about Derek anymore.

[the-commonplace-book]

The Tales of Arcadia Ending Fixit Fic I’ll Never Write

I know it's a bit unorthodox, but this has been sitting in my drafts folder for almost two years. I'm never going to write it, but want to share it anyway. So here's a full length fic outline (in my messy outline style) I wrote after Rise of the Titans that functions as a fix-it for the ending. It's canon compliant, just following the natural consequences of what happened and carving a path forward that ends up with a good ending for all.

If someone (or multiple someones) want to write something based on it, feel free to use it as a reference for a fic. Or just read it as is! If you feel up to writing one. Just remember to give credit and set it as inspired by this if you do. Thanks! Enjoy!

AO3 Link

(it’s archive locked to avoid AI scraping so you do need to be logged in on Ao3 to view it)

Summary: In the new timeline, Jim's constant meddling and the weight of knowing the future results in things going poorly for Arcadia. He reaches out to the only person who might believe him and who might have the power to help set things right: Douxie. The two team up to restore the timeline (with just a couple small changes in the form of lives to be saved)

(edit: fixed the ao3 link!)

[scottxlogan]

This was written for the @stonyauniverse​ bingo :)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Established Relationship, Amputee Tony Stark, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Content, References to Depression, aftermath of war, survivor Tony Stark

  Summary: Weeks after the battle with Thanos, Tony finds himself in a place where he's left feeling uncertain about himself and what remains of the man he once was. Lost in his struggles, Tony tries to sort his thoughts out, but struggles with his new life until Steve offers him a reason to get lost in a welcome distraction.

[morallygreyintrovert]

writing my spn Destiel fix-it fanfic, I constantly have multiple tabs open for random research purposes, one of them being ‘’description of a rotten corpse”.

The life of a fanfic writer be like✨so glamorous ✨

[lurking-latinist]

still messed up over Hornblower: Retribution if you were wondering

(spoilers in tags)

[kcscribbler]

Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, Post-Canon Fix-It, Post-Canon, Friendship/Love, Hopeful Ending, Angst and Feels, Mobius M. Mobius Needs a Hug

In which this story, like all good things, comes to an end.

Final chapter of this ridiculously long fix-it 'verse, other than a few bits and bobs that'll be posted later.

Read the entire saga here, if you're so inclined, and thank you for coming on the journey with me.

[all-pacas]

Cameron tries to speak, but doesn’t know what to say. “I — was panicking. I was fainting.” “You were panicking,” House agrees. “Why?” I was at your funeral. Kutner has been dead for three years. None of this is possible. “I don’t know,” she lies.

post-series cameron wakes up in 2008 and decides to save everyone and improve everything. what could possibly go wrong?

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Howzer Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, Clone Trooper Howzer (Star Wars) Additional Tags: TBB S3 Missing Scenes and Fixits and Speculation, Could Be Canon, Spoilers for TBB S3, During and Post S3E7, They talk it out, bonding moment Series: Part 30 of TBB S3 Fixits, Missing Scenes and Speculation series Summary:

Crosshair and Howzer are, guess bonding is a strong word for it? They’re talking things through. Set during and after episode seven of TBB S3.

Part of TBB S3 Missing Scenes and Fixits series