#if i do itll be on AO3

[lostgirl1428]

Currently writing a Doctor Strange x OC fan fic…I did this for funsies and never planned on posting it but now that I’m literally on chapter 11 I’m genuinely contemplating it 💀

Shits REALLY fucking dark as per my OC. But idk anyone interested?

[desatu]

never forgive me. never forget me.

original prompt & following reblogs by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 | ao3 ficlet

[sad-leon]

Doe + Change

Doe expected things to change, but not this much.

She'd always felt more feminine than her brothers, but didn't really have a name for it until Donnie confirmed that she was, in fact, female. Her genius brother had helped her search it up. Transgender. There was a whole community out there like her.

Neat.

Except, they weren't really like her. She was lucky enough to be born in the right body, just raised differently. She didn't have to worry about hormones or surgery or other surface issues like jobs or school. She has her lovely supportive family.

So, fine. Maybe she didn't have a community, but she had her brothers and that was fine!

Until wrestling matches disappeared. And she was given first choice on movie nights even when she lost the arm wrestles or whatever silly little game they decided to play. And when she lost a game and was met with compassion instead of teasing.

It was starting to get annoying.

She already had a rough night, but the thought of Dad letting them go up to the surfact to patrol gave her hope. She could run with her brothers again! They could race! And things would finally be normal again when they realized that nothing actually changed.

A gentle knock on the wall caught her attention. "Hey, Doe? You up?" Mikey asked. Doe frowned. Usually her little brother wouldn't hesitate to barge into her room.

Taking a breath, she plastered a smile on her face and sat up. "Yup! We're going to the surface, right?"

Mikey lit up. He nodded aggressively. "Yup! Yup! Raphie told me to come get you while he gets Donnie!"

Standing up, Doe grabbed her jacket, tugging it loosely over her shoulders. "Was he in his lab late again?"

Shrugging, Mikey stepped to the sided, gesturing for Doe to leave the room while he closed the curtain behind her. "Raphie just said that he'd going to 'drag donnie out of that lab and barricade the door' if he keeps ignoring Raphie's knocks." Mikey lowered his voice to immitate the cadence of their oldest brother.

Trying to ignore the flare of annoyance at not even being allowed to close her own curtain, she chuckled. "Donnie will get back into his lab if it's the last thing he does."

The two youngest turtles made their way into the common area where Raph was tugging a beanie onto a very disgruntled Donnie.

Doe sidled up to the side of her twin and elbowed his side. "Someone wasn't sleeping, huh?"

Donnie just gave her a huff. "Scoff. I was just trying to finish up my newest battle shell."

Raph grumbled and pulled the beanie down over the softshell's eyes. "You went to bed two hours ago. I told you to stop doing that. You need to sleep!"

Fixing his beanie, Donnie glared at Doe. "Well atleast I slept."

Raph gawked and turned to Doe. "You didn't sleep? Why? Are you feeling okay?"

Doe rolled her eyes at the gentle tone her oldest brother adopted. "I slept fine."

"You were sending me memes until about an hour ago," Donnie grumbed. "I have the timestamps."

Trying to lunge at Donnie proved futile when Raph gentley intercepted Doe, setting her down a few feet away from her smug twin. His face was nothing but concern and he gently put a beanie on her head as well. No teasing. No pulling the beanie down. Just concern and gentleness.

Doe just huffed, stuffing her hands in her jacket pockets and pouting.

Raph looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped and turned around, leading the way to the entrance of the lair. "Okay, you all know the rules. Stay close to me and don't run off. Again. Or Raph will be very upset. Again."

"Yes Raph," the three younger turtles agreed and followed Raph out the door and through the tunnels.

The surface was much colder than Doe had though. Her jacket was not thick enough at all, and she had also worn her thinest pair of sweats. Repressing her shivering, she pushed forward. It was fine, she'd be able to warm up once they got moving.

The beginning of the patrol was normal. They bantered. They raced. They jumped around. Then Doe slipped.

She was running to make a leap, slipped on a puddle near the edge of the roof and totally missed the next roof. She grabbed onto a windowsill and hauled herself up, climbing onto the next roof.

"Doe!" Raph had yelled. And even when she pulled herself up, he was looking at her with nothing but concern. He stepped back, getting some momentum to leap onto the rooftop next to Doe. "Are you okay?"

Doe shrugged away from his hands, fixing her coat and beanie herself. The annoyance was turning into irritation. It made her blood itch. "I'm fine Raph."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Mikey and Donnie landed onto the rooftop next to them only a moment later.

Expecting some sort of jab or tease, she turned toward her twin only to be met with concern. "Are your shoulders sore? Do you feel any tension when you move them?"

They were a little sore, but Doe wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of having an actual cause for concern. "What are you, Don? The medic?"

"No. But that looked like it could have potentially hurt."

Doe just rolled her eyes and turned away, planning to continue the patrol.

Raph put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "I think we should go home."

"What?" Doe hissed. The itching was become unbearable. Her hands twitched, as did her tail.

"You're tired and you're also probably sore, even if you don't feel it."

"I'm fine!"

Raph just groaned and starting to walk back the way they had just come. "Let's go."

Doe fumed. "No! We just go out here. Yeah, sure, fine. I slipped, but I'm fine!" She turned to Mikey and Donnie for support, but they were both angled toward Raph, frowning at her. "Really? Really?! I make one little mistake and suddenly we have to go home?!"

"You got hurt-" Mikey started.

"I'm not hurt! I'm fine! I slipped, I biffed it, took an L -- whatever you wanna call it -- and I'm flattered you guys are concerned about lil ol' me, but really? No teasing? No nothing?" Venom was starting to lace Doe's tone but she couldn't care less. "Gah! Ever since I came out you guys have changed! I just want what we used to have back!"

Raph looked stunned, but took a breath and said in the most annoying calm voice, "I know you're tired, but we're just concerned."

"Gahh!" Doe yelled, throwing her hands in the air. "Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! I'm sick of this!" She sent a glare at her oldest brother before turning around and running.

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Threw this one up on Ao3 :D

it was much longer than i meant it to be... oops

[kallister14]

this is what happens to dca fic writers

[swordsmans]

You reblogging those “cannibalism as a symbolic form of intimacy” is making me curious on what you’re cooking bruv 👁️👁️

[puhpandas]

Take Me Home 1, 2

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(3227 words)

When Cassie wakes for the second time, it's not with a pounding head and limbs as heavy as iron. No. This time, her awareness of the world rolls in smoothly, and all she feels when she wakes fully is faint buzzing throughout her body.

She revels in it; the fact that theres no pain. She doesn't think too hard about why, she just shifts, moving to stretch her limbs, but hisses when going to move her arm sends a wave of soreness pain up her arm.

She grits her teeth, yelping and suddenly re-entering the world fully when the pain throws her into alertness.

Her eyes shoot open, and she moves to sit up in bed, heart racing when all she can remember is last being in the dark, dingy, falling apart Pizzaplex, but she calms when all she can see is someone's bedroom.

"...Huh?" She mumbles, her mind still not having fully caught up to her yet. She glances around the room, painted a pale blue, with furniture tucked against the neighboring walls and flowing curtains covering most of the sunlight filtering through the window, a light breeze ruffling them.

Movement catches her attention in the corner of her eye, and she glances over just in time for Gregory to snort awake, eyes trailing across her, not really seeing her, until they blow wide in recognition.

"Cassie!" Gregory exclaims, rushing to stand up from the position he was in where he had been sitting in a chair, laying his head in his arms, hunched over on the bed. "You're finally awake!"

Cassie feels her heart warm when she realizes that Gregory had been waiting for her to wake up by her bedside, never leaving her prescence. Long enough for him to fall asleep. Her heart slows to a normal rate when she sets eyes on him, immediately feeling at ease, and she breaths a deep breath, shifting to sit up more and allowing Gregory to help her when he rushes over.

She hisses when the movement jostles her leg and arm, and she finally takes a good look at them, realizing that at some point, in her sleep, her cardigan had been taken off, leaving her in her button-up, and her shoes and socks had been discarded, leaving her in her dark purple tights and shorts.

Gregory notices her staring at her foot, which is propped up on a pillow, peeking out from under the thick comforter, with some sort of makeshift splint made from cloth wrapped around the ankle.

"We had to improvise." He informs her, that lopsided grin Cassie'd always see in her dreams and on her homemade missing posters stretched on his face. "Ness cant exactly take the chance of getting involved with authority."

Cassie furrows her brows, her mind still kind of foggy from her -what she guesses- long sleep. "Ness?"

Gregory perks up. "Oh. It's a nickname we use for Vanessa a lot. Y'know, that blonde girl that was with us in the pizzeria?"

Cassie nods in recognition, remembering her blonde ponytail with rainbow streaks. "Yeah, um... how exactly did--"

She gets cut off when the door clicks open, and speak of the devil. "Oh, you're awake." Vanessa peeks her head in the room, a smile on her face when she sees Cassie sitting up and awake. "We were just making dinner, and I wanted to see if you were up."

"Um..." Cassie trails off. "Dinner?" She settles on.

Gregory senses her uncertainty, and settles a hand on her shoulder. "Vanessa's makin' chicken alfredo. And since you're awake, now you can finally eat."

Her stomach rumbles as if on queue, and her cheeks redden. Gregory has no problem laughing at her. "How long has it been?"

Cassie tries to think. "A few hours before you came and got me, since I ran to the Pizzaplex as soon as I got the message. So... that plus however long I slept for."

"Eighteen hours." Vanessa supplies helpfully.

Cassies eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. "Eighteen hours?!" She exclaims.

Gregory laughs, and Vanessa just looks at her with a crooked smile that reminds her of Gregory's. "Yup. You were exhausted physically and emotionally, and were injured, kiddo. The fact that you slept for so long checks out."

Gregory giggles. "Remember when we first got back, you slept for twenty-one."

Vanessa rolls her eyes. "I think I had a perfectly good reason to sleep the whole day away. Unlike you." She points two fingers from her eyes to Gregory. "Its not my fault you have the same amount of energy as a hyperactive dog."

"You mentioned a dog! So is the dog talk working?" Gregory asks, smugly. "Come on, Ness. Just concede. Its only a matter of time before you cave."

Cassie just watches, unsure of what to do when Gregory and Vanessa talk. Theres a grin on Gregory's face, not one she's used to. Not like the mischievous, pointed ones when Gregory was brewing something up, or the slight, hopeful ones, when Cassie would talk about when they got older, and she and Gregory could work towards getting a car and finally being able to give Gregory a life where he doesnt have to worry, and they can just live. Just a few more years, they'd always say.

This one is easy. Its gentle, with no kind of edge to be detected, and it looks so right on his face. It doesn't look forced, it doesnt look rare. Cassie can tell just by looking that Gregory has smiled like this often, and hes been allowed to be used to it. To smile without the quirk of worry.

It warms Cassies heart, to see that theres been change. But it also hurts.

Because he'd been away for so long, and although Cassie is so, so glad to have him back, she can't help but wonder why he never reached out to her. If he'd been able to smile so easily like this, while she couldn't muster one at times, too empty from his absence.

"I can barely take care of you and Freddy, kid." Vanessa points out, and Cassie is thrown back into reality. "And now I got another destroyed animatronic to fix and another kid. Not even mentioning a dog."

Cassie gasps, big and sudden at Vanessa's words. "Roxy!" She exclaims, and she winces when her voice rasps, and her dry throat burns from dehydration. "Roxy! Where is she? Is--Is she okay?!"

When Cassie starts to shift, arms moving to roll the comforter off of herself and somehow leave the bed, Gregory and Vanessa both rush to gently push her back down.

"Its okay, Cassie." Gregory says in that soft voice of his where it feels like it's only reserved for Cassie. "Shes in parts and service. While you were asleep, we wanted to fix her up a little, so we took turns watching you and fixing Roxy up."

Cassie feels the tension melt off of her body when she hears that Roxy is here, and has been fixed a little, but she still furrows her brows in confusion at 'parts and service', because are they not in a house right now?

Cassie can see Vanessa roll her eyes and go to explain. "He means that shes in one of the spare rooms we use to work on animatronics." Vanessa tells her. "We used it to build Freddy a body, and once Freddy started calling it parts and service, Gregory jumped on it, and it just stuck."

Cassie nods slowly, taking in the influx of information that she cant fully sort through right now. "So thats why Freddy didnt have a head."

"Do you want to see her?" Gregory asks. "Roxy, I mean. I'm suprised she hasnt barged in here already. I had to fight her to get her to trust me and Ness enough to work on her and watch you."

Cassie smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Because Roxy is so worried about her, and Cassie is happy that she cares, but shes upset that Roxy and Gregory are so hostile towards eachother. "Yeah. Um. I would like to see her."

Gregory nods, and smiles. "Kay. She wont look the exact same, since I tried my best to restore her some, but at least she isnt about to fall apart."

Vanessa leaves the room with a curse, and Cassie ignores the slight burning smell coming from outside the door. "...Okay. Just... when you get her, can we have some alone time?"

Gregory nods, halfway out the door. "Okay. Sure. I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay." She says, and then Gregory is gone.

Cassie breathes deep, playing with the frayed edges of the comforter when theres nothing else to do. She can hear the clattering of kitchen utensils from further in the house, and hushed voices.

The silence stretches further in her room, and when Gregory doesnt return, not right away, Cassie can feel her chest tighten, and something grip her lungs.

She breathes harshly through her nose, and notices how her hands begin to shake slightly.

Something grabs at her chest, something akin to panic, feeling like a giant hand and squeezing.

Gregory. Is all she can think about. He said he'd be right back. Where is he? He shouldn't have been gone this long, right?

Have I lost him again?

She squeezes her eyes shut, trying really hard to keep still, to keep calm, but her brain is jumbled, like its tied itself in knots, and all she can think about is how Gregory isn't here with her.

She has half the mind to get up, to tear through the house to search for him, to make sure she hasnt lost him again, that she wont have to look for him again. But one look at her ankle thats wrapped in cloth and she knows it isnt possible.

She makes a pitiful noise, breaths huffing out of her mouth now, short and heavy, and Gregory hasnt come back yet, and she cant do a thing about it.

It's only when Gregory pops his head back through the door, nudging it open with a creak that Cassie is ripped away from her thoughts and actually realizes how much shes panicking.

Gregory steps inside, a smile on his face, mouth open ready to speak, but it drops right off as soon as he sees Cassie.

Cassie cant find it in her to speak when Gregory rushes over to her, asking if shes okay. Her brain feels like its fogged over, or like its signal is blocked, and she cant think enough to respond to his questions.

All she can do is reach out to him when relief overwhelms her, enough for tears to slip past her lashes, and Gregory pauses in his rapid fire questions, seeming to understand something.

"I'm here, Cassie." He tells her, getting on the bed with her. He let's her wrap her arms around him and squeeze him as much as she needs when she moves to. "I'm not leaving again, okay? I'll be here with you. Nothings going to take me away from you. You arent going to lose me."

Cassie relishes in the reassurance. It reaches past all of the fog into some part of her brain, and it's like hosing down a wildfire. Her breathing slows down as she soaks up the feeling of Gregory right here, with her, and not going anywhere.

The panic that gripped her heart loosens some, and shes finally able to breathe, breathing deep breaths when Gregory does too.

"Sorry." She says after a moment, wiping at her eyes. "I dont... I dont know why that happened. I, um..."

"Separation anxiety." Gregory says, and Cassie startles. When shes finally able to unfuse herself with Gregory enough to look at his face, he has a knowing, serious expression on his face. "I had my rodeo with it, too... me and Freddy didnt have too good of a time with it."

Cassie furrows her brows, and it feels like she has ten thousand more questions added to the pile to ask, but Gregory stops her before she can speak.

"I'll tell you another time, okay?" He says, gesturing to the door where Roxy stands, waiting patiently for someone who was, when she last checked, willing to rip apart the guy Cassie just hugged to death. "Just... I promise I'll help you with it, okay? I dont think I'll be too different from you, after trying to reach you all night, and also..."

His eyes glaze over some, looking like a thousand different memories are playing over them, but he shakes it off, offering one more smile. "Itll be fine, okay? I'm gonna go make you a plate, cuz I think dinners ready, and you can talk to Roxy. Sound good?"

Cassie doesnt know what's wrong with her, because she almost tears up again at Gregory's words, because hes being so kind, and so understanding. She shouldn't be surpised, she guesses, Gregory had always found a way to catch her off guard with kindness when she'd been so used to being brushed off or disliked.

She nods, smiling back ag him, and he offers a thumbs up, moving past Roxy and shutting the door behind him.

It's only now that Cassies able to fully pay attention to Roxy, and she gasps, almost not recognizing her.

Before, she hadn't had anything resembling a face. Just her endoskeleton skull exposed due to broken casing. But now, she somehow has her face casing back. The colors are a little off, and it looks dusty and unused, but she looks like herself. Her last remaining strands of hair are fuller now, some new strands added. They've been shifted, too, styled to look adjacent to her old style, just shorter.

Her body isnt much different, one of her arms has its forearms back, a bright, clean purple compared to her filthy leg warmers, and she has her other foot back, just a larger size and different color.

But the most prominent change are definitely the eyeballs, glowing blue LED's, stuck securely in their sockets.

Cassie laughs disbelievingly, joyously, putting her hands up to her mouth with a wide smile.

"Roxy!" She exclaims. "You have eyes again!"

It's only now, when Roxy laughs along with her, that Cassie realizes her voice box has been replaced, too. Cassie laughs even more when Roxys voice filters through, sounding happy, instead of angry, no warbling or static to be found.

Roxy heads to her bedside, and shes walking much more surely, now. Not like her long, wide strides, always careful to not collide with something. She sways from side to side, ever confident in her looks.

"How do I look?" Roxy asks, fluttering her eyelashes now that she has some again and fluffing her new hairdo up with her hand. "The brat gave me a makeover."

Cassie giggles. "You look beautiful, Roxy."

"I know." Roxy says, but then turns her attention towards Cassie. "How are you doing, Speed racer?" Roxy asks, voice soft. "That elevator couldnt have felt good."

Cassie shakes her head, gesturing to her splinted arm and ankle. "Nope, but... Gregory and Vanessa fixed me up pretty good. I'm not hurting that much."

"I'm glad." Roxy smiles, because she can now.

It's just Cassie and Roxy, now. And like with Gregory, everything she'd been feeling, all the thoughts she'd been having all bubble up to the surface, and now that everyones here, and safe, she just wants to get it all out.

So Cassie furrows her brows, and goes to tell Roxy I'm sorry, I didnt want to, I shut you down and you still saved me, why? But before she can, the door clicks back open, and Gregory steps inside her room, balancing two plates on his hands.

"Dinners ready." He tells her, smiling, and Cassie doesn't know why shes suprised when after Gregory hands her her own plate, he crawls up on the bed with her.

So she doesnt voice it. She just smiles, a big, wide one, but still small and soft.

Vanessa walks inside the room with her own plate, and Freddy, looking everything like the home-built animatronic he is, follows behind her, extra pillows and blankets in his arms.

"I was thinking we have a movie night." Vanessa says, sitting in the same chair Gregory was when she first woke up. "Better than you having to sit in here bored, right, kid?"

Cassie nods, and her mouth waters when she catches a whiff of the chicken alfredo sitting in her lap.

Gregory snatches the remote from Vanessa, holding it away from her arms when she tries to take it back. The TV in front of them that she just now notices is in the room comes to life, Disney+ appearing on screen.

Gregory hands the remote to Cassie when Vanessa finally gives up, and shes able to pick the movie, putting on a happy, animated movie, where all the characters have their happy endings and nothing bad really ever happens.

The chicken alfredo was delicious, and they sat in her makeshift room, pillows and blankets built up like jenga around her to make her as comfortable as possible for hours, laughing together.

Cassies cheeks hurt by the end, and although shes so thrilled after hanging out with Gregory again, just having fun together like they used to, she cant help but notice that Roxy was really quiet the whole time. Really quiet.

Cassie doesnt think shes very good at reading animatronics yet, not like Vanessa and Gregory seem to be able to with Freddy, but Cassie cant help but feel like Roxy wasnt really able to relax this whole time, and shes surrounded with people she feels unsafe with.

By the end of it all, when the suns long set and Cassie feels tiredness drag her eyelids down, she cant rest, even when Vanessa's retired to her room, Gregory's left, and Roxy and Freddy went to parts and service.

She feels the same panic as earlier grip her heart. It's not like a panic attack; she's had a few of those, it's more like any chance of relaxation has left her body, and all that's left is feeling tense, on edge, and like something bad is going to happen. Like Gregory isnt going to be there when she wakes up.

But she needn't have worried, because it isnt too long until Gregory re-enters her room, wearing pajamas and Roxy and Freddy plushies clutched in one hand, with a night light in the other.

"This helped me and Freddy when it'd get bad, too." Gregory explains, tucking the Roxy plushie into her own arm as he lays down with her, clicking the night light shaped like Sundrop on. "That way, you can see me if you get scared that I'm gone."

Cassie can't put into words how grateful she is, or how glad she is that Gregory's back, and that she finally has him again, so she just doesn't, even though she wants to. Instead, she just clicks the lamp off, and when she lays down, wraps her arms around his middle.

Once Gregory is pressed up against her, with her forehead against his collarbone, and she can feel his slow, calm breaths, she feels relaxed. She finally feels herself slip into dreamland, and has no nightmares.

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[master-gatherer]

It's fascinating how in reaction to the crab day idea half my dashboard is like "Tumblr is awful do not give them one red cent let the motherfucker burn" and the other half is like "let's save the rec center 🙂"

[rainofthetwilight]

alright so ive decided the first three chapters of as the years pass by are getting rewritten!!

updates with each will be slow, but ill try to somehow release them all at once to not confuse things since there are some things i need to add, plus i realized how i wasnt actually focusing on jenna and ethan properly so yeah a rewrite here we come lmao

[alonedustspeck]

I woke up this morning expecting to finish the last couple chapters of a fic I had fallen asleep reading the night before, only to wake up and have it not work and see a tweet about it made 10 minutes before I had woken up

It's been a few hours now and I say with certainty that this is cruel and unusual punishment

(AO3 volunteers you're doing great my friends)

[crow-gothtree]

me: I should draw something.

(My 165+ ao3 tabs)

me: nah it can wait.

[lazaruspiss]

some very blatant madoka magica influence in my magical robins au but fuck you i do what i want!!

[tenacious-minds]

part 1

part 2

Robin knows she's being weird. She hasn't said more than ten words, not the whole rest of their shift and not on the car ride over (even though it was silent and she hates silence, and Steve, the bastard, knows that and kept the radio off) and not now, in the backroom (read-locker room) of the middle school volunteer centre. Steve keeps shooting her these worried little glances, all small and shy with his big god-damned puppy eyes he probably knows Robin can't resist— except, in reality, he probably doesn't know, actually. Because he really just looks like that and— Alright, Buckley get your shit together.

She puts her free-for-volunteers sandwich down, not even half-finished, and doesn't even look at Steve as she says "alright, back to work!” and rushes out into the fray.

She's on food prep. (She's always on food prep. There are only so many times you can drop boxes of freshly washed and folded donated clothes or knock over piles of canned food before you get relegated to somewhere you can do very little harm. (read: behind a table with a butter knife so dull a two-year-old could handle it (and really she's probably got the grow motor skills of one))). But, her point is, she's usually on food peep, which is really just putting together far too many PB and Js and trying not to get too sticky while doing it. She doesn't really need the help. But hunched over an apparently most empty jar of Skippy, trying to pull the last dregs out from the bottom is Vicky. Which—just. Really? Genuinely, seriously. This is the card the universe is dealing her after everything else. Because she needed more panic and heartbreak. Except when she finally gets close enough for Vicky to look up and see her there, waving and smiling with a peanut-buttery knife, Robin doesn't feel, well, anything. She's an acquaintance, at best, really. Robin doesn't even know anything about her. “Hey, Robin!” She says, and steps a little further into the table island, sliding Robin a bag of sliced white and a jar of grape jelly with an already sticky knife sticking out. Robin tries not to make a face as she pinches it between two fingers, looking around for somewhere to put it and for those on so lovely rubber gloves Vicky is wearing.

“Uh, hey," She says, and she still sounds weird.

Vicky frowns a little, leaning closes, smile still edging at the corners of her lips. “How you been?" and she sounds. Eager? Curious? Robin looks up at her, settling for leaving the knife on the edge of the table, as far away from her as possible. “I'm, uh, good. I guess,” and she glances up, "Didn't know you were back.”

Vicky smiles a little tightly at that. "Yeah, I mean. You know. They're letting people come back, now. Since the damage has been contained, and the high schools reopened to finish out the year before summer."

Robin nods, turning back to her jelly, pulling two slices towards herself to start— jamming? Spreading jam? onto. Steve would probably think that's hilarious. Jamming— ha.

They make a few sandwiches, but Vicky keeps shifting, looking at her out of the corner of her eye. Robin resolutely glares at the jelly-covered bread slices.

"So like, how's it been here then?" Vicky asks, and Robin finally looks at her. Properly. Meets her eyes and really looks. She looks well-rested and clean and soft; her short fluffy hair sticking up around a pale blue headband and her lashes are blond and she's pretty. She is. Robin still definitely thinks so— except she doesn't really feel anything about it. "You stayed, right?" Vicky prompts again, and Robin nods. "Uh. Oh! yeah. yeah with- Stayed. You know. Too much here to—" She stops. "Anyway, it’s been a mess. But it's getting better, slowly." And she looks around the room, at all of Hawkins who had stayed and helped rebuild when so many of them could have just as easily left to leave those who couldn't to fend for themselves in the crumbling economy of a ghost town. She feels proud to be one of them. "You know, the school, like you said. And most of the stores downtown have reopened. Melvad’s, Family Video."

Vicky is nodding. "Yeah! I saw that on the drive in! I'm so glad." She trails off kind of awkwardly.

"Are you— I didn't see you at school at all this week,” Vicky says. "Are you coming back, do you think?'

Robin sighs and shakes her head. A lot of those of them who'd stayed had been offered an early graduation. Extra credit for volunteer work, or something. Robin had jumped at the chance, and so had Jonathan. Nancy of course, and, surprisingly, Eddie, had decided not to.

"Nah, " She says, shaking her head. "I wasn't all that interested in University anyway. College maybe, in a few years. Once things settle down.” And Steve is ready to leave, once the kids have graduated, she doesn't say, but she's looking towards where Steve has emerged from the backroom. He's still hunched in the doorway of it, and Eddie is leaning next to him, head lowered to speak to him. He looks sad. Robin... hates herself, just a little bit.

Vicky must follow her gaze because she lets out a breath it Seems like she's been holding.

“Ah," She sighs, and she looks— disappointed? "Boyfriend?" Said with a smile, but it's small and tense. Robin can't help the wince.

Once, maybe, it would have been theatrical. A whole production of disgust and ew no and platonic with a capital P except now... is he? Does she want him to be? She doesn't fucking know.

"Oh, sorry. " Vicky says, and Robin gives her an apologetic grimace. She thinks she's probably been staring at Steve with… whatever look is on her face for a while now.

"We don't have to talk about it,” Vicky says, and she's still looking at her oh my god. "But, like, if you wanted to, we can. I just broke up with my boyfriend, like, a few weeks ago so I kind of get it—" She's taking too fast, cutting herself off. It almost makes Robin smile.

"No! no. It's not, we're not—" she drags a hand down her face. To say they're not dating isn't a lie. They aren't, and they never were. But it feels disingenuous, somehow, missing this whole layer of subtext Robin has no idea what to do with. "He's my best friend," she says, and then “it's complicated.”

Vicky is flushed, now, and she's focusing very intently on her sandwiches, but she's got a very small, sad little smile on her face when she says "So, tell me about." And Robin thinks— maybe she should. Because this is someone who doesn't know her, doesn't know Steve either, really, beyond ex-king-of-Hawkins-High Steve Harrington, and peripherally as Robin’s best friend of approaching a year, now (and isn't that a trip because Robin doesn't think she a remembers a time when she didn't love Steve fucking Harrington like he was a god dammed part of her. Like losing him would he like losing a limb or- or like a vital organ. Because limbs can be replaced, with albeit lesser versions of themselves, and Robin will never find a replacement for him.) So, Robin tells her. The abridged and decidedly less explicitly queer and supernatural flowers for faces monsters exist, version, yes. But she does it. " So, let me get this right. "Vicky says, a while later. They have made approximately fifty-six sandwiches, give or take a few, because Robin had lost count for a moment there, somewhere between sandwich 37 and the way he looks in that purple sweater with the stars darned into it that she swears used to be Nancy's and it was just this side of too tight in the shoulder what the fuck Vicky, oh my god.

"You clearly have some kind of crush happening, and by the looks of it, a pretty major one, but because you, and I quote ‘didn't think he was your type’  you're just going to, what, wait and hope it goes away?"

Robin nods, pretty firmly. Because it sounds kind of stupid, out of context, but Vicky is missing the pretty pivotal piece of information that she is a lesbian, which has been a cornerstone of her identity for three years now, and really, she can't understand how—

"Robin," Vicky says, and okay maybe based on the look she's giving her right now she does actually understand what Robin is trying to say (and really, fuck Steve and his weirdly accurate Fast Times’ based predictions for being totally spot on, what the fuck?) Vicky is still talking.

“- totally ridiculous. Like, first of all, you can like whoever you want. I know high school and—and this town— kind of install a certain order to things in you, like hating… jocks. But obviously, he’s your best friend, and he's clearly, like, super important to you. And. That shit’s like, fluid. Right? Attraction? It makes sense that you have feelings for him." (and if that a waving flag. Fluid. Fucking Steve)

"So like, it's dumb." She continues "To keep yourself from it because you're afraid to break out of this notion of the ideal you had of yourself."

She's stopped making sandwiches now (59 and counting) and she's looking right at Robin, meeting her eyes. And Robin lets her, because this feels too important, too charged, to look away from.

She feels shaky, a little bit like she's losing her mind. 

"I think," She says taking a deep breath, "what I'm really afraid of, is to lose him. Because, what if I'm wrong? What if I’m wrong, and I don't and I hurt him? And then what if I lose him? Because I really don't think I would survive that, honestly," And she can feel her tears spilling over now. And Vicky is carefully pulling off her gloves and then Robin’s, and pulling her into a hug— and that's fine right? Because 60 sandwiches is plenty, and. Oh, it's getting dark, actually.

"Oh, Robin" Vicky sighs, squeezing her tight enough to hurt, a little, before pulling back, arms still clasped in her hands, forearms overlapping.

"And you haven’t talked to him about any of this? Because -"

“No! No, I couldn't"

"Robin, because I think you really need to. You said you think he feels the same?" And she does. She isn't entirely sure he ever really stopped but, but maybe that's just. He looks at Nancy the same way, and even Jonathan, she thinks, sometimes, so she doesn't know— And that’s not even the point. Because even if he does, that’s almost worse.

“Robin," Vicky says, and there's this soft, maybe amused, almost fond, tone in her voice.

"Robin. Talk to him. Even if it's not, like, about him, although I think you should do that too. But, worst case, he rejects you. You guys have survived that before. And you'll feel better. Having talked to him.” And she hugs her again, and Robin can feel it all right there, in the base of her throat and oh god they're in public. In the middle of Hawkins fucking middle school gymnasium and Robin is crying over her not-very-lesbian crush on her best friend.

So she squeezes Vicky extra tight and says “You too, you know. All of that. About liking whoever you want. You too." Just in case she's right. And Vicky is laughing and pulling away and nodding, saying "I know,” before tilting her head to the side, nodding to where Steve is anxiously hovering near the edge of the table, wringing his hands.

"Oh!" Robin says smiling and scrubbing at her face, “Stevie! Hi!" and she’s genuinely so happy to see him— he fills this place in her heart nothing ever has before. Makes it glow all warm and bright. Like home. He relaxes a bit at her smile, reaching for her, remembering the table at the last minute, and simply moving it to the side instead of just going around like a normal person. Vicky giggles.

"Rob-" Steve says, and Robin sighs and smiles while he very gently puts his hands on her face, rubbing away her tears with the calloused pads of his thumbs.

"Stevie" Robin repeats, and she still sounds kinda watery. She reaches up to grasp at his forearms. "I'm good, really. I think I'm just tired, you know?” and quieter “nightmares.”

He pets her face and it makes her want to cry more. Makes her want to lean into him and just melt there. “And I still kind of have a headache. Can we—”

“Yeah. " he says "Yeah, of course. I'm taking you home. " He turns to Vicky, "that okay? I can get you someone to cover-” But Vicky waves it away.

"Just clean up, now. Don't worry about it. Take her home." And then behind Steve's back, when he's turned back around, she gives Robin a thumbs up.

Steve keeps Robin pressed close to him for the entirety of the walk to the car, it's almost awkward to take full steps, but Robin lets herself lean into it.

[comradejoanmir]

Also the fanworks....like dorna took down so many great video edits and gifsets but liberty overtaking would mean we gotta start hiding the fics and fanart lest the riders somehow find out about it 😐

[pinkseas]

girls will put an EXTENSIVE amount of thought and research into their next couple of planned fics and THIS IS THE THANKS THEY'LL GET FOR IT.

[benilos]

Might make a smut fic book tbh

[im-not-batman]

Here's a little exerpt from a WIP i will probably never finish but I think it's fun and sweet so you should get to see it despite my ineptitude when it comes to completing projects <3

Spideypool - angst, fluff, silliness - rated G/T

"How come you won't bite the big one and tell me who you are?" Deadpool asked, filling the silent stretch left in the wake of Peter's internal monologue, "I can tell you want to."

"I can't," Peter barely even hesitated, it had become a reflex to keep his identity a secret. He'd been careless with it before. The truth was, he did want to tell him, had wanted to for a while. Something still held back his hands from pulling off the mask though, something that he'd never had the strength to say outloud to Wade before. Maybe because it'd make his feelings too real.

"Why?" Wade virtually sang the single solitary syllable.

He'd avoided this conversation for months and now, Peter was tired. He didn't want to run away from Wade anymore, even though he knew he had to. Maybe explaining it to him would make it less exhausting?

"People die around me, Wade." People I care about, people I love. That part went unsaid.

Wade's mask had turned solemn, emoting in that oddly cartoonish way it usually did. Peter could tell it was sincere even so.

"I've lost my friends, my girlfriend, my uncle–" he fought down the knot that had sprung into his throat at the memories, "I can't let myself get close to anyone, Wade. I don't know how much more grief I can take."

There was a heavy silence that blanketed them. It was stifling; Peter felt trapped in his admission, like it had caged him in with the one person he didn't want to open up to. He hadn't meant to say all that. It had sort of burst out of him without permission from his brain.

But then something switched. Suddenly the air wasn't suffocating, it was refreshing, freeing even. Peter was rusbed with relief at finally having said it. Aloud! He could feel the stress melt from his bones and he took a deep breath.

"Are you new here?" Was the first thing Wade responded with, a false vocal fry added to his already mottled voice. It made Peter look at him again, exasperated.

"What?" He lifted a quizzical brow that probably went unrecognised beneath his mask.

Wade said brightly, "I can't die, babycakes–"

"Don't call me that."

"Sweetie pie? Baby boy? Mon petit croissant?"

Peter rolled his eyes, a little humour finding it's way back into his chest.

Wade waved his arms dismissively, "I'm fucking invincible!" He said triumphantly as if that fact wasn't usually the reason for his existential crises.

Peter suddenly felt too raw, too exposed, too close to doing something stupid. He tensed and looked away from the guy who has sort of weaseled his way into being his bestfriend. He took a few deep breaths to gather himself again, "You can still get hurt, and you and I both know that there are things worse than death."

"She'll hate you for saying that," Wade replied, immediately melting away Peter's stress, and they laughed airily.

"I meant death with a small 'd'," Peter clarified, and when he saw Wade's eyes glint with glee at the opportunity for innuedo, he pushed him backwards off the wall and onto the roof. He hit the shingles with a satisfying thud.

"Uncalled for," he announced, tone laced with laughter, Peter couldn't help but smile.

He guessed that Wade had a point, though, and it lingered on his mind for hours. Days if he was more honest.

Peter had to admit, it was pretty refreshing to be in love with an immortal.

Even if he'd only admit that in the privacy of his own mind.