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punksarahreese · 3 years

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hmmm 31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” maybe restart? idk but just think resident Sarah super nervous and fellow Ava like hm sure why not- it can be other au tho but this prompt 31 is too good not to be used at all

Sorry this took me way longer to write than expected ahsjsk

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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a descending aorta in such a state,” Ava mused, bumping Connor’s shoulder with her own as she reached him at the nurse’s station, “Absolutely shredded.”

“Welcome to Chicago,” Doctor Zanetti replied as she came around the corner, “I’m glad one of us is enjoying gunshot trauma.”

“You’re a trauma surgeon, Sam,” Connor reminded her, “How was the surgery, anyway?”

“Doctor Zanetti is an excellent assist,” the other woman said with a nod to her friend, “I think I have a new favourite trauma surgeon.”

“Coincidentally I may have a new favourite CT surgeon.”

Since Ava had moved to Chicago, she had become rather close with Connor’s trauma surgery colleague. The three of them did butt heads pretty often, too much ego in one room according to Ethan, but they had gotten better in recent months. Ava was glad to have friends in the new city, despite Connor’s insolence on most days and the way Doctor Downey’s favouritism of him still irked her. Work drama aside, Connor was a good surgeon and a decent friend when he wanted to be. Sam helped even things out, not afraid to help Ava knock Connor down a peg. Ava was also 100 percent comfortable with pointing out when both of the trauma surgeons needed to get their heads out of their asses, their god complexes together could be a bit much after all.

Despite the clash of attitudes, the three surgeons had realized they had more in common than originally thought. They all enjoyed sports and Ava was quickly integrated into Connor and Sam’s game nights whenever a sporting event was on. She hadn’t expected to make friends, didn't even want to originally, but it was nice to have people to talk to outside of work. It gave her something to look forward to on the weekends, besides curling up on her couch alone with some whiskey and a cardiology journal. Sam did say she needed to get out more, “become more personable”, and Ava supposed this friendship was a decent first step.

“Rude,” Connor rolled his eyes, “You’re both traitors, actually.”

“Aw, Connor,” Sam came around the counter to fling an arm around his shoulder, “You’re still our favourite pain in the ass.”

Ava laughed at their bickering, leaning across the nurse’s station to put her charting tablet down on the charger. She zoned out a bit, barely hearing as her friends switched to discussing the GSW repair that she and Sam just did. A fairly loud group of medical students were walking through the CT floor, which Ava quickly realized it was her group of loud med students. She sighed, ready to call out and chastise them for being a disturbance, but someone at the back of the group distracted her.

Sarah Reese was walking alone, as she often did, and she seemed nervous. This wasn’t unlike her at all, Ava had told her many times that she needed to work on her confidence, but she assumed that was just the student’s resting state. Still, Sarah had gotten better in the past couple weeks and that showed in how she broke off from the group completely, walking over to the three surgeons.

“Ava, can-,” she stopped herself and Ava couldn’t help but smile as her cheeks flushed when Connor and Sam glanced at her, “Um, Doctor Bekker? Can I... talk to you?”

Ignoring the amused looks she got from her friends out of the corner of her eye, she nodded, “Of course, Miss Reese.”

She led Sarah away from the nurse’s station, across the hall where she knew the other surgeons couldn’t hear them. She was aware of their gaze tracking them though and Sarah seemed to be too, evident in her posture and anxious fidgeting.

“Miss Reese?” Ava couldn’t help but laugh at the incredulous look Sarah gave her, aware that the student hated how that sounded. It had taken her about a week to break Ava from the habit, insisting that her first name was just fine. Ava only agreed to calling her that when it was just the two of them, which was good enough for her at that point. The two had gotten friendlier since their first encounter, somewhere in between Ava’s cheeky remarks and Sarah’s insistence on treating her mentor to coffee often. It was only fair, she argued, because Ava had stayed late with her in the skills lab practicing on more than one occasion. A feat that was reserved only for her, the student knew that, but she prayed no one else noticed out of fear of them getting in trouble for favouritism.

Not that she thought she was Ava’s favourite but, if the shoe fits and all.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bug you when you were with your… friends…”

Ava smiled at her and shook her head, “We just finished a surgery and I promise you didn’t interrupt anything,” she resisted the urge to give Sarah’s hand a reassuring squeeze, “What did you need?”

“Oh, um-” Sarah looked downright adorable with the way her forehead furrowed slightly, “I was wondering if you wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

They were both clearly taken aback by the question, not expecting Sarah to make a move like that. Usually she would just shyly bring Ava a cup of black coffee and, if they had time, they might take a walk around the hospital grounds together. It wasn’t ever a date, they had never even discussed that kind of relationship; they were just friends. At least, that’s what Ava had been trying to persuade herself in hopes that she wouldn’t unearth any feelings. Sarah was cute, sure, but she was also a student; her student. Even if she was a legal adult and a fourth year medical student, Ava was still her senior and the last thing she wanted was to get the other woman in trouble with the board.

So she tried to suppress her own hopefulness as she chuckled a bit, trying to ease Sarah’s anxiety, “Why so nervous, Sarah? Lunch would be nice, today?”

“I- um… yeah! If you have time, that is.”

“I can make time for you,” Ava replied smoothly, ignoring the nagging thought in her head saying she needed to write her post-op notes. Maybe if she was lucky Sam would do it for her, or at least not mention it when she didn’t finish them until later that evening. It wasn’t every day Ava got to spend lunch with someone and as much as she liked being with Sam and Connor in the CT lounge on break, Sarah’s hopeful eyes were on the verge of making her melt and she had already made up her mind.

“Really?” Sarah tried to hide her excitement quickly, “Okay, meet you in the cafeteria, then?”

“Give me fifteen minutes, I’ll be there.”

Sarah nodded, glancing back at Ava’s friends before regaining her composure, “Thank you, Doctor Bekker.”

With that the medical student was off down the hallway, her classmates long gone but her attitude had changed immensely. Ava had to laugh a little at how she had a little confidence in her step, wondering why Sarah Reese had such a softening effect on her. This woman was bad for her reputation, in any sense, but Ava couldn’t find it in her to care at that moment.

She tried to evade Sam’s curious eyes when she walked back over but the other surgeon wasn’t having it, “Was that the cute med student you’ve spoken so highly of lately?”

“Yeah, the same one you bullied in the ED a few weeks ago, Zanetti,” Connor reminded her, “Sarah Reese.”

“Shut up, Connor, this isn’t about me.”

Ava had been quietly gathering her white coat and stethoscope from their resting place over a desk chair, hoping she could escape without further questioning. No such luck, though, because now Sam was even more interested.

“Why’s a newbie calling you by your name, Ava?” she raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t even let me call you that until a month ago.”

“She prefers a first name basis,” Ava mumbled, which wasn’t untrue, “Makes her less anxious.”

“Well, she still seemed fairly nervous if you ask me. What did she want?”

“Nothing,” she sighed, “Just questions about our skills lab assessment later this week.”

“Mhm,” Sam clearly didn’t believe her and, judging by the look they shared, Connor didn’t either. The last thing Ava wanted was to be late to lunch because of her friends’ nosiness but she figured they would just press her for answers later at Connor’s place. Of course it was a game night and they would know something was up if she suddenly cancelled, so Ava was silently preparing to accept her fate. Not that there was really anything to admit, not what they expected anyway, but being friends with a med student she was mentoring was bad enough.

“I have to go,” she said as she swung her braid over her shoulder, “I will… see you later.”

Ava was very aware of their amused staring as she walked away, clearly not heading to go do post-ops as she was walking in the complete opposite direction of the ward. She was a bit anxious, for no real reason, but it felt like them knowing was the end of the world. That was dramatic of course and she knew they would probably just tease her about being soft but Ava still kept having a nagging feeling that it would end with the worst case scenario. She tried to ignore that thought, though, and it thankfully left her mind the second she walked into the cafeteria.

Sarah was sitting at a table that was a bit secluded, writing away in her notebook. She had her glasses perched on her nose, which were admittedly very cute on her; not that Ava would ever say that out loud. The student must have heard her approach because she looked up before Ava had reached the table, smiling widely at her in a way that had her forgetting why she was even anxious.

She would just have to tell Sam and Connor to stuff it, she decided; it wasn’t their business anyway. Besides, they always said she needed to make more friends, be more personable and all that. Really, Ava was just doing as she was told and being a good mentor by connecting with her students. At least that’s what she told herself as she greeted Sarah softly, watching patiently as she dug her wallet out so they could go get lunch together.

#avey’s whipped <3 #and Sarah is so cute I need to hug her actually #my aus #restart #med student!sarah #fellow!ava #sam zanetti #connor rhodes #zarhekker #ava bekker #sarah reese #reesker #asks #m00nflowerx

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iinfortunii · 3 years

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lordxgrinnyxboy · 4 years

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watching london tgm! pt 2!

they actually carry clarence in in his coffin????

Kupsak sounds Different

OOOOOOOOOOH THAT WAS OSRIC’S VOICE THAT DID THE “Will our land at last be free” LIKE THE LINGERING ECHOES OF THE TRELAW SPIRIT. NICE.

the voice he used leaves me with no doubt he could’ve been another amazing Gwynplaine.

“Get out” WAS OSRIC LITERALLY THERE DID OSRIC STRAIGHT UP GO BUST A FUNERAL

OOOOH IT’S THE TRELAW REBELLION NOW. SPECIFICALLY THE TRELAW REBELLION. THE REBELLION BELONGING TO TRELAW.

for just a second i was living in a world without Barkilphedro but there he is, man, there he is. i was surprised to see him.

ooooh. oooooh “Angelica has not emerged from her chambers for almost exactly 20 years, during which time, she has not uttered a single word” WHAT?

DON’T SEND SPIKE TO GO GET HER WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU

off topic but getting back to the previous post if the “father she’ll never see” was part of the inscription and Ursus gave it to her then he’d know about it so it can’t be that did the MOM get her a necklace that said she’d never see her father??? was the mom like “ope we gotta pack up and sail away without your dad but lemme get you a cool trinket first” or was there no inscription and Ursus is just assuming that it was the dad who gave her the necklace but it was actually the mom and the mom got a necklace for Dea without telling Ursus but hold up aren’t they poor? wouldn’t somebody have known? do they have separate bank accounts? did the mom say “well I got our unborn child a present but it’s a surprise you’ll find out later” why a necklace that says “dea”? did the mom name her without consulting Ursus? how’d she know wh-? was she going to name the baby ‘Goddess’ regardless of gender? (valid?) was she asking a goddess to protect the baby??? did she have the baby, immediately go get her a little trinket, and then freeze to death? was ‘Dea’ a deliberate move or was it just the last name trinket in the shop? Were all the “Makynzeiye” necklaces taken? I Have Questions About This Necklace

anyway

the other version always makes me feel almost like Barkilphedro murdered the king himself. i don’t get that so much in this one but i do get the impression he Knows What He’s Doing with this speech and is Doing It On Purpose. Having A Good Time, as it were.

angelica????

oh my

“SWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE” uhm

b-bird noises?

ooh she’s actually. calling out the corruption of her father. good girl angelica.

“I will make this country great again” did they. have. to say that. did they have to. was it necessary. why make me think about that man. why do that to me. london has no rights u-u

wHAT we’re back in the cart? No JoJo?

london gets rights for the fact that Gwyn’s crouching. that is a very good crouch sir, perfect.

“with mojo and father...GAH” oh gwyn :(

that hit him so hard so sudden like :(

FIDDLIN WITH THE BANDAGES IS CANOOOOON IT’S CANOOOOOOOON I AM VALID! I’M VALID! I KNEW IT! I THOUGHT SO! YES. YES. WOOHOO

gwyn your arm

the drama of that dismount. the delicate self-yeet. incredible.

WHY IN HEAVEN’S NAME IS YOUR SHIRT TUCKED IN YOU STOP THAT THIS INSTANT

“please help me find” gwyn what is she supposed to do, google it?

CROUCH

oh here we go

that was terrifying jojo

jojo that was terrifying

the dance is. worse.

pleeeease no please no please no pl

where did she get that

i am scared for my life rn

JOJO STOP

ohhh i’m dreading Brand New World. can’t believe i’m gonna have to watch Gwynplaine Trelaw literally be killed for sport. she’s gonna snap him like a twig 😭

JOJO I AM BEGGING YOU TO PUT THAT DOWN

i am so scared of this jojo i am so

oh JOJO’S gonna offer to make the scuttling dream a reality???

book canon right there

😱😬😭

in this one she literally warns david personally to his face he’s got no excuse let’s go david wygd

but sure let’s go to the fair

i don’t hate this david but he’s like the mellow, zero-energy edition.

he bouncin

he’s turned into a starfish???

i hate Bristol!Jojo’s costume so bad but dang if i haven’t gotten used to it and now this one’s a little weird

i’m not strong enough tbh

dirry-moir just crouched and i’m gonna have to sue for copywrighte on gwynplaine’s behalf. i’ve apparently lost my ability to spell

idk man these people are just incredibly scary

oh thank goodness that part’s over

london!gwyn looks like a hobbit that’s been stretched out. like a screenshot of Mr. Elijah Wood in Unexpected Journey, but it’s been pasted into MS Paint and then stretched out a bit and then squished down and stretched out again and somehow pasted back into the movie.

i am genuinely so grateful we get another cart scene. i need time to recover from never seen a face.

the dynamic feels different in this version

awww the shoulder pat :3

this Gwyn is a whole other person. he’s both Calmer and More Wound Up. at the same time.

😭 he just 😭 literally choked 😭 i can’t 😭 he just fell right over 😭 wilted like a flower 😭 howm i supposed to cope with this 😭

Don’t pat him so hard Ursus for pity’s sake DX

aw we’re not doing Born Broken in front of an audience this time? rights are evaporating.

is Gwyn even alive rn i think he straight up died

did he take the medicine yet?

Ursus are u touching his face?

HE’S HAVING A WHOLE SEIZURE

What Was That Move

i have lost my ability to exhale

i think Gwyn’s doing a physical impersonation of a fish being mercilessly dragged from a lake by a grappling hook thrown from a moving speedboat

i do like how Ursus crouches down to their level while they’re on the ground

love how Mojo looks over like “are y’all seeing this”

LOOK AT THE SMILE OF YOUR MOTHERL

THAT’S WHY URSUS FREAKIN SNAPS

Ursus is holding Gwyn by the wrist and just shaking his arm as punctuation like “I CANT tell you ANYthing you DON’t already KNOW” URSUS STOP

GWYN TRIED TO PULL AWAY AND URSUS YANKED GWYN’S ARM

URSUS YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS

i mean i always thought the near hysteria was valid and acceptable but you know what Gwyn is MORE than allowed the “NOOO NOT TODAY” line. he can HAVE IT. understandable. he did nothing wrong.

someone’s drinking a beer

i’m sorry but the way he just climbed through that curtain was hilarious

it’s too calm. mr. maskell you’ve got three seconds to lose your damn mind and go absolutely OFF

BOING BOING BOING BOING BOING

CLAP

twinge

this one doesn’t have enough hysteria but it gets points for being even more boneless

lost an elbow again

here we go his brain’s going AGSHAFUIABNAVSBKJAG AGFYAIAFIguAI here we go it’s happening i can see the sparks

MR MASKELL PLEASE

GWYN YOUR ARMS

YOUR SPIN GWYN

that right there was what medical professionals commonly diagnose as a Religious Experience.

his pantlegs are even shorter in this version

OH HE JUST YANKS THE BANDAID RIGHT OFF.

jojo please

hangon i gotta go back and see him in Zero Bones mode one more time that was actually so personal

i must say that rewind was Flawless. without even looking i took it back exactly to him coming through the curtain. at myself goodjob man

i would like to formally apologize to myself for just having the “talent show au” thought. stop that.

WIGGLY FINGERS ON “WALKS IN THE NIGHT”

can’t believe i’m in love with an overcooked linguini noodle

he is So Floppy it genuinely hurts to even look at and honestly i love that for me. I’m living. i’m about to watch this scene a third time in a row see if i don’t

it really is a little low on the sheer manic vibe but at the same time it kinda has the energy of if you climbed into the washing machine or maybe dryer while the appliance is on? or if you got in the washing machine but you brought a toaster with you. and threw your phone in separate.

another perfect rewind let’s go I’M THE STUUUUUUUFF OF YOUR NIGHTMARES WAS I

his voice sounds like it’s coming from a vintage record player and it’s definitely in black and white with a smattering of static and just a slight flavor of tin and honestly i love that for me

Gwyn’s literally one of those old door stoppers you know like the little stick on the bottom of the door and sometimes you pull it all the way to one side and then let go and it’s like FWOBBLEFWOBBLEFWOBBLE and you’re like “OOOOOOH”

JEAN VALJEAN

ARMS UPPPPPPPP GO BACK AND BOIIIIIIIIIIING

LOVE that dude. Amazing.

did he just spit actually? he physically can’t? at least traditionally?

steppy leggies!

one more time and then i’ll move on. just one more.

rewound too far i’m now back at “Ursus If You Don’t Let Go Of That Boy’s Wrist”

come on through that curtain Gwynlit i am Ready for You.

I’M THE STUUUUUUFFFFF OF YOUR NIGHTM

i want this played at my funeral and i want mr. maskell to be there to dance to it

so i guess in this version his limbs just short-circuit at different times huh because i mean genuinely for real his elbows just seem to nope out every now and then

this right here is what mr. hugo meant when he said, if not in as many words, that you were a ten.

ARRRMMMS UP! ANNNND BAAAAAAACK AND

B O U N C E

he has the x factor

love how he just shuffles back through the curtain like that one gif of the yellow dude being absorbed into the bushes

JOJO I LOVE YOUR DRESS WHAT

Dirry-Moir’s voice is nice even if it’s Very Different

fr jojo that’s actually kinda cute

Osric my dear i Love You

and now they’re all dirilious

dilirius

dilirious

dileros

d e l i r i o u s ?

that

Dea and Gwyn just dropped out of the sky

awww mojo came to check on him

Mojo’s nudging at Gwyn’s arm and Gwyn’s Not Having It

Ursus you’re banned from touching him i am Mad At You

Gwyn’s having another attack in this version it is constantly happening. has this boy sipped any sauce yet?

he just stood up and now he’s like

HE’S DOING HAND FLAPS HE’S GOT FLAPPY HANDS HE’S ACTUALLY. WHAT. FLAP FLAP FLAP I LIKE IT I AGreE WITH THIS

ooh he reacts a little bit to “all the other fairground freaks”

FIDDLING WITH THE BANDAGES

Ursus sounds Angery

oh. gwynlit :( he’s cryin :( on “I don’t believe you” :(

😭💀😭💀

these two have PROBLEMS in this version and i am Hurt

he’s doing hand things again

VOCAL THINGS

this is canon now

DEA JUST HELPED HIM WITH THE CRIMSON LETHE

it looked like he was too jittery or something so she puts his hand over his and helps him bring the bottle of crimson lethe up to his mouth

im really just filling up a shopping cart over here

did quake just clock ursus over the head or did someone get shot boy golly that was loud

wait though with the little noise that Gwyn did a second ago, we hear it after the crowd starts doing it but in-universe did they hear him do that at some point and now they’re imitating it 👀

THAT CRISMSON LETHE JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT HE JUST FLOPPED FORWARD AND DEA HAD TO CATCH HIM 📝👀

oh. “The Grinning Man Is Not To Be Disturbed” is because he’s straight up out of it after having the medicine. oh no

Mojo just growled as Gwyn stood up and i heard it wrong and thought there was like a cartoon sound effect like “LOOK HOW FAST HE JUST STOOD UP. WOOSH.” but no it was a growly bark

he held onto Dea’s hand and kind of hopped over to the door that was neat

i’m gonna start holding everything i read Like That

shjshgsj he just held it Like that and Stared before switching to holding it normally and actually opening it

random Itch

her outfit really is cute though i like this costume

“who I aaaaaaaaaam” stop the voice is too good sir

okay but that maneuver really is illegal y’all ought not to have done that

wait wait lemme go back and

i don’t know how i feel about that

one more time lemme check lemme just ch

*phil collins voice* oh lord

there is no reason

gwyn sweetheart you are not strong enough. she will kill you.

i now know what song this reminds me of now and i’m so upset

why do they have the outside of the cart looking like a happy meal box

GWYN WHAT WAS THAT

he just did the squawkiest laugh oml

HOLD UP

“you must see or you’ll never know” “YOU’RE RIGHT! Something is changing! She wants to meet me!” WHAT IS THIS CONVERSATION

HE SOUNDS HAPPY

SHE KNOWS HE’S GOING TO MEET SOMEBODY AND SHE ACTUALLY KISSES HIM LIKE “You must go!” WHAT

boy i know you did not just finger-gun goodbye at the blind girl

he’s walking in place now and i’m crying

she told him he must go now and he took it so literally he left while she was still talking

THE WALKING IN PLACE THOUGH. IT’S IN SLOW MOTION. I AM DISTRAUGHT

did you just wave at someone Gwyn

he’s so doped up

i think he thinks he’s about to get beat

okay in this version he doesn’t Let Osric grab his hand Osric just kind of grabs him and then Gwyn snatches his hand away and Osric’s like “i’ve got a funny feeling in my hand” meanwhile Gwyn puts his hand up and looks at it for a second and shakes down his sleeve and then he’s all hands-on-hips and looking at Osric like >:?

i think he just did the sound with them

and he’s having another attack.

he just fell back and they caught him and one person grabbed his hand and yanked him forward and now they’re picking him up

idk think he knows he’s alive in this version

AJSHFAJGAH THEY’RE DOING HIM LIKE THE PUPPETS IN THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST DANCE SEQUENCE THEY JUST TOSSED THAT BOY LIKE A FRESHLY-LAUNDERED BEDSHEET

he ain’t well sir

that’s all for now!

#bristol is still immeasurably better but i am having a great time negl #tgm #the grinning man

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peritusabsurdus · 3 years

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bnha soccer au

(yes im still on this aHA)

okay so really i have no time to be drawing anything rn THO I REALLY WANNA but you just gotta bear w me here and imagine because it’s GLORIOUS

below the cut is like,,, all the hc’s and positions and lil things

LOV and the Pro Heroes

the LOV

Dabi is on defense, along with shigaraki and spinner

which leaves Toga,Twice and Compress on offense

Kurogiri is goalie (a really good one, too? Like in their soccer league he is The Best goalie because there’s no quirks in this AU but i feel like if there were he’d obviously be very good at goalie-ing)

All For One was their coach,,, then legal shit went down,,, now ujiko took over kinda though it’s a co-op thing with kurogiri almost

basically that’s kinda what the League is known for? a whole bunch of legal stuff from all for one and also rumors of cheating probably because they’re just Like That aha

their uniforms i think im gonna model after juventus because of the colors and stuff (kinda like how i modeled hawks’ fit after MC)

Dabi is a soccer prodigy (because of endeavor,,, YES i am adding todoroki drama) but he’s completely distanced himself from his father and family,,, it’s a whole big thing

Toga is pulling a harvey elliot and battling Hawks for “youngest soccer player ever”

obvi hawks still holds that title, even though he won it a few years prior to when toga joined the League

the beef between the League and the Heroes is basically just a publicity stunt,,, but also the teams are literally just assholes to each other like All The Time, (even during games,,,, yall can just GUESS how many fouls and penalties and red cards get pulled on ALL players like,,,, kids,,, cmon)

uhhh thats all i have for the league As Of Now

the Pro Heroes

hawks as goalie of course

miruko, edgeshot and kamui woods the team’s offense

endeavor, best jeanist, ryukyu are all defense

(yes i know there is no order for this team or any canon correlation for their ranks,,, i am totally just using the pros i like and that are the most plot relevant??? idk i can’t have todoroki drama without endeavor so)

All Might is the team’s coach,, he used to play but then he retired because of medical issues (too many destroyed ankles and dislocated knees amirite ladies????)

like i said before,,, hawks holds the record for youngest player ever (he joined when he was like 16) and broke rumi’s record aha

they’re best friends (rumi and hawks) because i said so and also hawks needs more friends

the Heroes team does this little internship thing like the Timbers do and have kids join smaller leagues and practices and stuff with them (so like Class 1-A is still apart of this AU i honestly think its cool legit teams do this stuff)

i already designed hawks’ uniform as Goalie but i think the rest of the Heroes’ uniforms are still gonna be modeled after manchester city because i know little to no other famous teams other than State teams and the Famous European Ones

this is all i have for these teams and players specifically rn,,, there’s more but i have to organize my thoughts better

miscellaneous ig?

hawks and dabi meet on the field when dabi knees hawks in the stomach when he dives for the ball (we love meet-cutes, don’t we?)

a red card is pulled on dabi obviously because goalies are like the major No-No’s for soccer but hawks still holds a grudge because dabi didn’t apologize like the meanie he is ;(

i still have to figure out specifics and shit for their different soccer Leagues and also world cups ig (like,,,, since they’re all in the same country with some pretty skilled players on Both Teams,,, i can’t imagine the chaos that would ensue if they had to *shivers* work together)

also the todoroki drama??? basically the same as canon (endeavor pushes dabi too hard to be a good player,,, dabi resents him,,, shoto gets pushed into the spotlight,,, tw abuse,,, dabi just disconnects from the todorokis,,, he tries to take endeavor’s spotlight out of spite and also when he does he gets famous enough to reveal the shitty person he is,,, yknow,, the usual,,,)

its a fun au overall and i rlly like to draw them,,, i have to get on that,,,

dabihawks is a thing and will be a thing but ig i still have to figure out how??? maybe when the world cup comes around and they’re forced onto the same team ahahahhaha

OR hawks could be traded onto the LOV for money and publicity reasons,,,

i dont know much about how all this works??? just teams and leagues and also how to play soccer (i dont even play lmao)

mkay folks,,, that’s all for today,,,, tomorrow? who knows,, might be more,,, (don’t hold me to that I have such little time for anything i-)

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melabs · 2 years

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Just doctors being doctors

#op medical drama au #One Piece #trafalgar law #tony tony chopper #marco one piece #kureha one piece #fanart #digital art #artwork #my art

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lostjonscave · 5 years

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Oooh for the prompts thing....Jon, contentment, and a pen? The object is kind of random but I feel like we need some happy content for the archives crew lol. Or at least I do because it seems like we’re headed towards something Really Not Good and I’m mildly terrified!

well, i took this in a very AU direction, and then it got away from me a bit, but here you go! jon/martin, jon + contentment + pen, 2009 words.

-:-

“We’re going to need,” Gertrude says with all her usual bone-dry calm, “someone from artifacts storage to come down and assist with collecting this.”

Jon can’t tell if the effect of her tone is ruined or enhanced by the fact that she is currently bandaging up a nasty bite on the side of her hand. There is still a low, rumbling growl emanating from the bright pink handbag on her desk, a far deeper and more resonant pitch than Jon has ever heard from an animal that might reasonably fit inside a handbag. He eyes it cautiously. “I suppose that’s for the best… They have the industrial gloves up there, don’t they. One moment and I’ll call someone down.”

“Did someone already see Miss Petersen out?”

He glances over his shoulder, out into the Archives; they are empty. “I… think so yes, a few minutes ago.”

“Good. She ought to be getting along to her mother in the hospital. Judging by the injuries she described, I have a rather bleak idea of how much time the woman may have left.” Gertrude finishes bandaging her hand with a crisp application of medical tape. Jon would have offered to help, but he knows far better by now. “... Anything else?” He asks.

“No, thank you Jonathan, that will be all.” Waving a dismissive hand at him, Gertrude draws a long metal ruler from one of her desk drawers, peering at the handbag’s darkened opening with interest.

“Right.” He’s given up on reminding her that just ‘Jon’ is fine. Apparently her instinct towards propriety is simply too strong to override, which reminds him of his own grandmother at times, although Gertrude is several years younger. He shuts the door to the archivist’s office quietly behind himself and crosses the Archives for the assistants’ area. Sasha’s voice rings clear across the stuffy space. When he approaches, she holds up a finger in front of her lips, and he nods.

“Oh, is that so?” She says into the department phone, putting on her most sugary, wheedling voice. “Yes, that would be beyond helpful. Thanks ever so much... Hmm. Could you repeat that for me, please?” Sasha gestures quickly at Jon across the desk, and he quickly slides a pen and scrap paper over to her. After copying down what looks like an address and a few further details, Sasha says, “Well, you’ve been a wonderful help. I’m sure I’ll have no more trouble getting in touch with her. Oh, and the same to you, sir!” Then she hangs up the phone with a determined crack of the receiver. “God, what a bloody creep.”

Jon tilts his head towards Sasha sympathetically. “And who were you today?”

“Someone’s estranged niece,” she explains. “Trying to track down her aunt in order to make amends with her after the unexpected death of both parents, it’s all very television drama. Lots of people go for that, though!”

Jon perches on the empty chair next to Sasha. “Lots of people actually live for that, from what I gather, although I cannot begin to imagine.” He gestures to the department phone. “Are you finished with that, or…?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” She rolls her chair backwards so that he can move in to access it. “What’s the errand this time?”

“I’m just calling down Artifacts Storage to assist with some kind of carnivorous handbag.”

Sasha gives him a significant look. “Artifacts Storage, hum?” she asks with very feigned innocence.

Jon squints at her. “Yes, Artifacts Storage. Unless you think there’s a better place for-”

She flaps a hand. “No, no, go on.”

He does, pressing the button for short dial. It only rings twice before a buoyant, familiar voice chimes in from the other end of the line. “Hello, artifacts curation office?”

“I- Oh. Hello, Martin,” Jon says, working very hard to sound professional while Sasha has turned eyes on him like a bird of prey. “We just need, er, some assistance with, well, there’s. Obviously there’s an artifact. Which, is, why I have rung your department.”

Somehow Martin’s smile is audible even over the phone. “I see. That’d be in the Archives, then?”

With some effort Jon refrains from cringing. “Yes, of course, I should have- It’s in the Archives, yes. You’ll want to send someone down with proper equipment to handle, ah, very sharp teeth. It’s aggressive.”

“Ooh, okay, righto.” There is a muffled clatter on the other end of the line. “Hang tight and I’ll be there in two seconds, let me… just... “

“Take your time,” Jon says, for lack of anything better, and then has to wait on the line while Martin bangs around in the background and Sasha sits there looking inappropriately smug. He considers taking off his glasses so that he doesn’t have to see her, but Martin is back before it really becomes necessary. “Right, so I’ll see you in a moment?”

Jon almost nods awkwardly before he remembers they’re on the phone. “...I’m not going anywhere?”

“Cheers.” With a click, Martin hangs up, presumably to trek down here with whatever containment equipment they reserve for the artifacts with more animalistic attributes. Jon puts the phone down as well, staunchly avoiding eye contact to try and stall whatever Sasha is about to gleefully ask him, but this is another one of those scenarios where his attempts are generally fruitless no matter what.

“So! Martin is headed down, did I hear that correctly?” Sasha rests her chin on her folded hands like a psychiatrist about to grill him.

“You did, in fact,” Jon says with deliberate nonchalance. He won’t let her get to him that easily. “Is that significant?”

“You tell me,” Sasha counters smoothly. “Didn’t you just see him?”

Jon raises an eyebrow at her. “To when are you referring?”

She huffs and shoves the arm of Jon’s desk chair so that it jostles him. “Oh, come off it. Basira told us at the canteen, all right? We know you two went on a date last night, so how did it go?”

“You’d never expect her to be the gossip, and yet,” Jon grumbles, folding his arms crossly and shrinking back into his chair. He may have been caught out, but he’s not about to go quietly along. “Must you insist on involving yourself in my private affairs? It’s downright obnoxious.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “It’s not obnoxious, you clown, it’s called having friends. Occasionally, you talk about things that happen in your life. Anyway you were in a positively sunny mood this morning, at least for you. I could just guess how it went, but I’m being friendly.”

Jon glowers at her. “You’re being insufferable, actually.”

“Oh, so are we to expect to see you in wedded bliss within the year, or-”

“Fine, all right, it was- It was actually bloody awful, on a quality scale of dates I’ve been on, if you must know,” he snaps irritably, and there is a small, ugly satisfaction in the way her face falls.

“Oh. Are you serious? But- You seemed so pleased this morning.”

Jon glances over at her again and immediately feels guilty. “I- Well. The first hour really was terrible, and I might even have left if he wasn’t my ride. But he did manage to, shall we say, pull a comeback in the second half.”

Sasha raises an eyebrow. “Well, go on then.”

Sighing, Jon folds his hands in his lap and stares at them intently. “He took me to a… Poetry reading. Sort of? One of those loud, microphoned businesses. They all seemed to have it memorized.” “Oh! Slam poetry,” Sasha supplies helpfully. “That actually sounds interesting, I didn’t know Martin was a fan of that sort of thing!” Jon glances up at her, clears his throat. “Apparently he’s… Performed there before. Not- not last night, though, although- “ He makes a small, irritable gesture. “The problem was that we sat so far up, we were right next to one of the speakers and I could hardly breathe, it was so loud. Like someone shouting in your face for twenty minutes at a clip.” Sasha cringes sympathetically. “Okay, yeah, that’s not great. Can’t exactly have any good conversation that way.”

“If he said anything to me while we were in there I certainly didn’t notice.” Jon snorts. “And the food- Good lord, you wouldn’t believe. One of those co-op cafés, at some point a bit of stale bread showed up on the table with some disgusting sort of, pickled, salmon paste?” The memory makes him shudder, even over twelve hours later.

Sasha sits up straighter in her chair, hands on her knees, and exhales softly with a quiet whoof. “Right. Well, I see what you mean. But he pulled it back?”

“I- I think he must have noticed, at some point, I had pretty much, er, shut down.” Jon coughs again. “So we went outside, and he said I looked a little green- I wanted to walk a bit, so we did, and then, well, there was a- You know that secondhand bookshop up near Stockwell?” Sasha brightens. “Sure, I’ve canvassed it before. You went there?” “For, um, a couple of hours,” Jon admits quietly, fiddling with one of the pens on the desk to avoid looking at her. “A couple of hours!” Sasha spins her chair towards him, pointing triumphantly. “I knew there was- What did you do for a couple of hours? What did you do after that?”

Jon puffs up his chest a bit, opens his mouth to tell her… Something, either that it’s none of her business, or that they’d actually talked the whole time, that Jon had walked him up to his door, that he’d ridden the tube home at 2AM in some kind of infatuated stupor, but before he can start he is interrupted by the man of the hour himself parading into the Archives, decked out in some jerry-rigged version of riot gear. Jon startles so hard at seeing him he nearly falls out of his chair. Martin beams at the both of them and waves before jogging over.

“Hey guys! Er, I’m here for the thing with the teeth? You weren’t much more specific than that,” he explains bashfully, gesturing to his outfit, which looks like it could probably sustain an attack by several dogs at once. “So, I figured I had better be more safe than sorry.”

“That’s not- Not a bad call,” Jon says, wildly avoiding his eyes. It does not stop the blush intent on creeping up from under his collar. “Gertrude is, ah, examining it, in her office, but she might be finished by now.”

“It’s a handbag,” Sasha supplies, doing a decent but not exemplary job of hiding her amusement. “Pink and frilly. You’ll probably have to muzzle it somehow.” Martin blinks. “Oh, well, I’ve got the equipment for that upstairs. In the meantime I’ll see if I can’t get it to bite down real good on my arm pad and transport it that way. D’you know if it can move around?” “I haven’t recorded or observed any mobile capabilities, no,” Jon replies, straining to sound proper. “More of a, er, Venus Fly Trap sort of situation.”

Martin salutes cheerily. “Brilliant, that makes my job all the more simple. Suppose I ought to head in before Gertrude tries to feed it something, ey?”

Sasha grins. “You’d better.”

“Okay. Well, then I’ll see you at noon, Jon?”

“What? Oh- Yes, er, yeah, yes, of course,” Jon mutters, this time steadily avoiding Sasha’s extremely significant stare. “Don’t lose any fingers in there.”

Martin flashes him a warm smile. “And miss lunch with you? Wouldn’t dream of it.” He heads off towards Gertrude’s office, tightening the straps of the pad on his arm and whistling tunelessly.

“You’re having lunch with him?” Sasha mouths, incredulous, before Martin has even had time to knock on Gertrude’s door. “You went out last night and now you’re having lunch with him?!” Jon glances toward the office, checking the coast is clear. Then he chucks a pen at her.

-:-

send me more prompts if you like!

#the magnus archives #tma #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #gertrude robinson #tma fanfic #writing #prompt fill #spot my autistic jon headcanon #its there in every fic 👌

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sebarial-the-economist · 4 years

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Cosmere AU April Week 1: Movies/TV

Share your contributions with the hashtag #cosmere au april. Tag me (@sebarial-the-economist) and I’ll reblog. If you find and old fic or artwork that fits the prompt, feel free to share that too. I’m including a couple prompts for each day, including drawing prompts. (But I’m not an artist so sorry if they’re bad prompts.) Feel free to use a quote, the genre, the movie it comes from. It’s totally up to you. April 1st: Superheroes “So in the end, my girlfriend became my arch-enemy, my arch-enemy became my best friend, and my best friend became my girlfriend. But, hey – that's high school.” - Will Stormhold, Sky High

“The night is darkest just before the dawn, and I promise you, the dawn is coming.” – Batman, The Dark Knight I would love to see all the Knights Radiant drawn as MCU characters. Or Adolin Kholin rocking a Metroman style cape. The rest of the week is under the cut.

April 2nd, Medical Dramas

“Oh screw beautiful! I’m brilliant! If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.” - Dr. Christina Yang, Grey’s Anatomy

“Treating illness is why we became doctors. Treating patients is actually what makes most doctors miserable.” - Dr. Gregory House, House

I would love to see Kaladin drawn as a modern surgeon.

April 3rd, 90’s/early 2000s Teen Girl Movies

“I guess, in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.” -Kat Stratford, 10 Things I Hate About You (Sarene would totally say this)

“I have never put on pantyhose before, but it sounds dangerous." -Joe, The Princess Diaries (or possibly Sazed to Vin?) Any Cosmere characters dressed in Mean Girls or Clueless fashions would be awesome!

April 4th, Makeover Show

“Any item in your wardrobe should satisfy one of two criteria: utility and joy.” -Stacy London, What Not To Wear

"You being your true self isn't going to offend anybody. It's very unlikely that people are going to cause you an issue just because you are being yourself. And if they're concerned, that's on them. You're happy." - Tan France, Queer Eye

"Spray, delay, walk away." - Jonathan Van Ness, Queer Eye (and also Adolin Kholin in prison)

Either Vin or Kaladin scowling at someone trying to do their hair/makeup would make my day.

April 5th, Reality Dating Show

good morning to everyone except jessica from love is blind netflix -Jonna_danielle on Twitter

"I mean who else has secret service? The queen, the president, Michael Jackson…and I don't think he's any one of those." -one of the contestants I didn’t bother to find out her name, I Wanna Marry Harry Shallan Davar, Adolin Kholin and Kaladin as contestants on The Bachelorette. Bonus points if Kaladin and Adolin are the last two contestants and get tired of Shallan’s indecision and run off with each other instead.

April 6th, Sci Fi

“In time, the suffering of your people will persuade you to see our point of view.” - Nute Gunray, The Phantom Menace

You can use logic to justify almost anything. That's its power. And its flaw." - ---Captain Cathryn Janeway, Star Trek: Voyager (and possibly Jasnah Kholin)

"Man walks down the street in a hat like that, you know he's not afraid of anything ... " -Wash, Firefly (Wayne!) Vivena as a bounty hunter.

April 7th, Spy or Heist Movie

“I trust everyone. It’s the devil inside them I don’t trust.” -Stella Bridger, The Italian Job

Maxwell Smart: I think it's only fair to warn you, this facility is surrounded by a highly trained team of 130 Black Op Snipers. Siegfried: I don't believe you. Maxwell Smart: Would you believe two dozen Delta Force Commandos Siegfried: No Maxwell Smart: How about Chuck Norris with a BB Gun? -Get Smart Szeth son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar wore a dapper af tux on the day he was to kill a king. Bonus points for a Walther PPK

#cosmere au april #cosmere #cfsbf #writing prompts #drawing prompts #alternate universe #au april #week 1: movies and tv

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king-and-his-consorts · 4 years

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@thefxrethatneverdies @fxrefxst

So, @mugiwaranofuckyou and I are currently RPing a modern AU MiShanks drama right now and we realized that we have enough OP doctors for the full cast for a medical drama.

Marco - Head Surgeon (main character)

Deuce - Intern under Marco

Chopper - The teenage prodigy helping in emergency

Law - The brilliant emo surgeon that sells organs on the black market

Doctorine - Head of emergency medicine

Hiriluk - Head of experimental medicine

Perona - Nurse intern

Crocus - Founder of the hospital and current dean of medicine

Garp - That one dick cop that always seems to be the one assigned when they have to file a police report and has no tact with abuse patients

#Come Sail Away || OoC

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vagrantblvrd · 5 years

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Anime protag's best you say..... how about some good ol magical girl FAHC au? (leaning towards my grubby paws pairing of jeremwood but im good with whatever you come up with!)

!!! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

My first inclination is to tie this into my favorite Battle Buddies backstory for these two dummies?

(Partners in a government agency/spec ops group in the military and due to Typical Suspense/Thriller plot they’re betrayed by their agency and one or both of them is forced to fake their deaths?

If only one of them fakes their death, the one who didn’t goes underground to expose/get revenge on the people behind the betrayal and so on and so forth where they meet up again in Los Santos.

If they both fake their deaths it’s either because they’re on that plan together and do the whole expose baddies/get revenge on baddies thing together or they fake their deaths without letting the other one in on their plans to protect them but because they’re too determined to be a freaking Hero about things they think the other is dead and react accordingly, which leads to the Sad Hero on their Mission of Revenge and whatnot. Because Drama.)

So let’s go with that, using the version in which Ryan finds out their agency/spec ops group is up to Something Bad and supposedly killed on a mission that Jeremy didn’t know about/was assigned to for whatever reason. (He was injured and their superiors insisted Ryan could handle things himself and so on.)

And!

For added Drama/Angst let’s say this happened relatively early into their partnership and Ryan had this habit of wearing covering his face with anything from balaclavas/scarves/various protective face masks/face paint because reasons?

He played around with the pattern/design for his face paint a fair bit from basic camo variations to these very simple skull designs? Claimed it was to avoid showing his face when it came to security cameras and the whatnot, but really it’s more to with being a melodramatic bastard, so yeah.

Anyway, the point is Jeremy never really saw his face? The only times he did he was concussed or shitfaced drunk or generally in no shape to really take in the grandeur of it and all, okay.

Injured on a mission and Ryan ripping his mask/whatever off his face (and the worry/fear in his voice Jeremy remembers) because that’s what one does in case of your partner being seriously injured and you want to show your Concern. (DRAMA.)

Jeremy showing up on Ryan’s doorstep after a night out drinking – to celebrate or trying to drown out bad memories and whatnot – and the soft tone of voice Ryan would get as he got him situated on his couch with a glass of water and some aspirin to let him sleep it off. (Jeremy waking up the next morning with no memory of how he got there and Ryan either puttering around somewhere trying out a new face paint pattern or long gone because he had a meeting or something to do, but he’d leave a note for Jeremy to let him know where he’d gone and remind him to drink more water and generally mother-hen him.)

ANYWAY.

Jeremy never really saw Ryan’s face, but they were getting to be good friends. (Jeremy thought so, at least?) They made a good team in the field, meshed almost from the beginning and while he’s still not sure it wasn’t just wishful thinking on his part he thought they could have been something more. (Probably all in his head, though. Adrenaline and such.)

But then the mission Ryan didn’t come back from, and the way their superiors acted all...suspicious about things afterwards. Make him uneasy, but he sticks with them a little longer because he doesn’t know what else to do, right?

Still reeling from Ryan’s death and it makes it easier for the baddies responsible to get rid of him, you know? (They’re not sure how much Jeremy knows or suspects, and really, it’s just safer for them and their schemes if he’s out of the picture.)

Send him on these missions solo. Tell him they’re working on finding him a new partner and Jeremy is fine with the delay because he’s not sure he wants one after Ryan? (Like, if he plans on sticking around he’ll need one, but maybe he should think about a new career and anyway, anyway, working solos is better is probably for the best. No one to get attached to that way.)

The baddies send Jeremy after some of their...associates. People they’ve made deals with/had business dealings with as they built up their own power base and secured their foothold in the agency/spec ops group/wherever. But now they feel they don’t need these associates anymore and they’re a bit of a liability. Could betray them if they feel they’ve been slighted, and off goes Jeremy to “deal with” them, which hey.

If Jeremy kills their associates, that’s one less problem to worry about. If their associates kill Jeremy, that’s a different sort of problem altogether they don’t have to worry about.

But Jeremy’s harder to kill than they expect, comes back from all these missions of theirs more or less in one piece. There are a few close calls, serious injuries, but he just keeps coming back.

And then one day they send him after an associate who has an interest in the arcane and other similar things. Bit of a hobby, next to their warmongering and so on. (That’s not what he’s being sent to their base for, though, no. Just a little tidbit of info on the target in case it comes in handy during the course of the mission. And maybe to make them seem more...unhinged? Something like that, who knows.)

They babble, when Jeremy’s got them in his sights, had to get up close and personal because goddamn they’re paranoid. Paranoid and cowardly and they know why Jeremy’s there. Has been keeping tabs on the baddies, know they’re taking care of loose ends using Jeremy to do it and they tell him everything they know.

(Bitter and resigned because of course Jeremy’s going to kill them, so why not tell him what they know? Maybe it’ll get them some revenge from beyond the grave if their dutiful little weapon goes back and kills them as well.)

They tell Jeremy about the baddies and oh, did you really think it was a coincidence your partner died on that one mission? Surely there were signs something was off before he took that mission, no?And Jeremy, he’s been going over that again and again in his own head because there were, right? Ryan was a damn good operative, good at his job and everything along those lines, but Jeremy knew him. (Thought he did.)

And Ryan had been acting strangely shortly before that mission. Distant, distracted. squirrely as hell for him.

Had this look on his face when he stopped by to see Jeremy in medical before he left for the mission, conflicted as hell before he shrugged it off and teased Jeremy about being an invalid for a bit, joked around and acted like nothing was wrong.

Then Ryan left on that mission and never came back and Jeremy’s been kicking himself for not trying harder to find out what was bothering Ryan. (He tried a couple of times, worried about Ryan, but he didn’t want to push too hard. Put Ryan on the defensive.)

So.

And now this asshole is ripping that wound open again (not too hard to do because it’s definitely not healing right) and making Jeremy question everything he thought he knew. (Thought he could trust his superiors, but they’ve been acting suspicious, haven’t they? Sending him on mission after mission after mission like this and very little downtime in between. (Keep telling him they’re shorthanded and all, but there’s something to it he doesn’t quite believe.)

The asshole tells Jeremy everything they know, which just brings up more questions, and then Jeremy kills them because that’s what he was sent there to do. (The asshole deserved it, but it still makes Jeremy feel dirty in a way none of the his past missions have. The ones when he worked with Ryan at least, because these past few weeks, months, feel wrong somehow.)

He investigates the asshole’s office, finds this odd little box locked away in a safe.

Some kind of stone? Weird sheen to it, like it’s sucking in light around it and all. Curious little locking mechanism – a puzzle?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t have to do with his mission here so he pouts it back in the safe.

He’s after the rest of the safe’s contents anyway. Stack of files he’s meant to burn – he pulls his phone out and takes photos because reasons – and USB drives he’s meant to destroy. (He makes copies.)

As soon as all that’s taken care of Jeremy turns to leave because he’s on a time-table – and pauses. Turns back to look at that strange little box because there’s something about it, you know? One of those things your brain just latches on to for whatever reason, won’t let go of.

Jeremy glances around, but no one’s there to see.

The guards are either dead or oblivious (for now), and the asshole he was sent here to kill is dead.

No one to see him pocket the strange little box for no reason he can explain before he leaves the same way he got in.

Reports back to his superiors like a good little weapon – that phrase sticks in his head – and then goes home.

Crappy apartment he doesn’t like – had been planning on moving, but that was back before Ryan died. Now it’s just. Something he’ll get around to eventually.

Jeremy sets the strange little box down on his dresser and forgets about it for the next few days. (Debriefings and sifting through the files and whatnot he brought back with him. Realizing his superiors are Up To Something and that Ryan’s death is absolutely involved. Does some digging and all that.)

Gets home late one night, moonlight filtering through the bedroom window and he’s feeling tired, sluggish after a long day. Tracks the moonlight to where it lands on the strange little box and he reaches for it, because hey.

Why not try to figure out the locking mechanism while he’s this exhausted?

OR maybe he’s trying to figure out what the faint pattern the lid of the box is – faded and scuffed all to hell like it’s had a hard life/existence. Chipped corners like it’s been dropped (or thrown?) and really just kind of beaten up. (Like him.)

Traces the pattern and frowns when he realizes one line of it curves down and around, follows the edge of the lid down a meandering sort of patch to the bottom of the box. Forgets about the paper cut he got at HQ earlier, presses hard enough to reopen it and some of the blood gets caught in the groove of the pattern he’s tracing, because of course it does.

Doesn’t notice the way the box slowly warms up in his hands – tired, you know, slow on the uptake – and just thinks it’s a result of transferred body heat.

But no, no.

Arcane shit and all that, Jeremy’s blood and a puzzle in the pattern and the damn box coming to life in his hands. Warms up to the point it gets hot – too hot for comfort and the moment that registers in his exhausted mind, Jeremy drops the stupid thing.

Yelps in surprise because what the hell? Watches it tumble end over end on the bedroom carpet before there’s a very audible crack and a glimmer of light as it rolls under his bed. (His mind playing tricks on him?)

He swears he saw the lid pop open before it went under his bed, but when he goes to pick it up – has to wedge himself between his dresser and the bed to do it, get down on his hands and knees and honestly he’s both too tired and too old for that shit – it’s closed.

Shut tight, no sign of what caused that light he knows he saw (did he?) or how the hell it got so hot it burned him. (Or was that another trick his mind is playing on him because it feels cool to the touch now, room temperature if anything.)

Jeremy crawls back out and stares at the strange little box in his hand.

Tiny thing, really.

Sits neatly in the palm of his hand and not much to look at, really. No reason why he’d fucking steal it from a target, haul it all the way back here. (And yet.)

Tells himself he’s an idiot – and tosses it back on the dresser and goes off for a shower before bed.

Forgets about it because his superiors send him on another mission, but this time it doesn’t have anything to do with their Secrets. Just a run-of-the-mill mission, nothing odd about it.

So of course that’s when he starts hearing things?

Starts out as faint rustling noises while he’s watching his target. Nothing too strange since he’s hiding out in a fancy as hell garden. Freaking miniature jungle shoved into a relatively small space and a nightmare for the guy’s security, he’s sure. (Plenty of spots for someone like him to hide.)

Most likely a squirrel or something running around, but he keeps an eye out just in case.

As time goes by the noises get louder, more frequent. Too big for a squirrel, but he can’t see what’s causing the noise. Glances around when it sounds like it’s right next to him -

And then just.

Stops.

Nothing.

Soft little thump like whatever was making the noise landed a jump nearby, but he can’t see anything.

Makes him a little uneasy, but his watch buzzes against his wrist,

Ignores the sound of something following him, soft brush of fur against his arm, quiet warning hiss when a guard – who isn’t where he’s supposed to be, btw - almost takes his head of with a startled punch rounding a corner.

Pretends he doesn’t hear that oh, fuck me snarl of a fully pissed off cat when he ends up fighting the damn guard or the softly satisfied meow when he gets the better of the bastard. (And never a damn cat in sight.)

No.

Jeremy’s got a mission to finish and he does, even if he’s lost his goddamned mind.

Takes care of the target and rifles through his office and the hidden safe just to be thorough before setting the damn place on fire – part of the mission? No. Something he does because God knows Ryan would have wanted him to do it? Maybe.

Gets the fuck out of there and heads home acting like he’s not being haunted by a fucking cat – or you know, hallucinating one, whichever.

Tries to pretend it doesn’t get worse over the next few days, whatever it is getting louder and more insistent. More deliberate about the noises and all that.

(Feel of a paw on his face pulling him out of sleep when he passed out on his couch, neck at an awkward angle sure to give him a crick that would put him in a foul mood the rest of the day. Something bumping against his shins when he’s getting ready to hit the gym and thinks he won’t need a jacket because it’s not that cold out. Flash of pain on his ankle when he almost – almost! - says something he shouldn’t to one of the people he thinks (knows) got Ryan killed, that kind of thing.)

And then on his way home he runs across this little stray cat.

Tiny thing, long black fur (dirty as hell and it’s dark out) and these bright gold eyes and honestly kind of sad looking.

It’s raining out, and the damn cat is hunched up by the tires of his car trying to avoid the rain and won’t move for anything, so of course he picks it up. No collar or tags, but maybe it’s chipped? He’ll take it to a shelter or vet in the morning to get that checked out. (Definitely doesn’t plan on keeping the dumb thing because he can barely look after himself these days.)

Wraps it up in his hoodie once he’s in his car – it needed to be washed anyway – and heads to his place. Doesn’t look over when he hears it start purring, no, or scritches its ears when they get to a red light because it’s looks like the poor thing’s had a rough time of it lately.

When he gets home he realizes he doesn’t have cat food laying around – why the hell would he when he doesn’t have pets? (That was always Ryan’s thing anyway, the whole stray bit. Dozens of the things around his place when Jeremy would stop by to pick him up or after a night of drinking and wow, don’t need to be thinking about that now, so he doesn’t.)

He decides to give the poor thing a bath first, get all the dirt and muck out of its fur before anything else. (It’s already soaked through from the rain, no reason to get it dried off to dunk in the tub again later, right?)

Jeremy’s expecting a struggle getting the cat in the tub, but to his pleasant surprise it seems thrilled at the chance to splash around in warm water. Stands still while he uses his own shampoo to soap it up (should be safe, right? Fuck, maybe he should have stopped at a store on the way home, gotten pet supplies first?) and gets all the dirt and grime and whatnot out of its fur.

Realizes it’s not a solid black color after all. More smokey coloring from soft blue-gray to deep black and striking as hell. (This little marking on its chest like a starburst.)

It chirps at him when he wraps a towel around it and does his best to get the water out of its fur and situates it on his couch while he tries to find something to feed it. (Chicken? Chicken’s good for cats, right?)

The smell of cooking chicken reminds him he skipped lunch earlier (made some flimsy excuse to meet someone who might know something his superiors are up to) so he cooks something for himself.

Sets out a bowl water and another with of cooked chicken and a little bit of brown rice he made. Some veggies to round things out because nutrition and also he remembers Ryan telling him about this one stray that kept fucking stealing them off his plate. (But he’s not thinking about Ryan, no.)

Sits down to eat and watches the cat pad over to the food, curious as hell before it tucks in. Smiles a little because it makes these little noises as it eats, all nomnomnom which he didn’t know was a thing? But apparently it is. (Not that he’s going to get attached to the dumb thing, no.)

ANYWAY.

Jeremy cleans up and gets ready for bed, half-hardheartedly tries to kick the cat off his bed when it hops up next to him. (Because no???)

But it’s kind of small and on the scrawny side of things and anyway, anyway, it’s cold out and he’s not so heartless he’d let it freeze and his heat’s always been iffy. (Not that cold out, but hey whatever.)

The next morning he wakes up with the stray curled up next to him, all adorable and he decides the closest animal shelter is out of his way and there’s a vet not too far away, because reasons.

Gets them both fed and bundles the stray up to take it to the vet to get checked over. Finds out it’s not chipped, and other than being a bit malnourished is relatively healthy. Might need some shots down the road if he plans on keeping it and oh, yes, talk to the receptionist on the way out because there’s this missing pets thing they do. (Some kind of notice board or some such.)

Jeremy laughs off the part about keeping the stray if no one claims it because no (no), and pretends he doesn’t see the look she gives him over that little lie.

This time he stops by the pet store on the way home, gets food and a couple of pet food bowls. A few toys because it’s the weekend, sure, but he has to be back at HQ on Monday and he doesn’t want the stray to rip his place apart out of boredom. A few other things – treats and a comb the vet suggested because long fur? - and this little purple and orange collar because of course that’s the one he’d pick out.

The stray watches all this from the cart, and Jeremy swears it’s judging him for the collar, but what the hell does it know, it’s just a cat.

So.

He goes home with the stray and puts away the food and other stuff he doesn’t want it getting into and tries to get it interested in the toys and other random things he bought.

The stray gives him this look when he tosses the little jingly ball, but doesn’t run after it. Has a little more interest in the feather -thing he got. (Way too much money for a feather tied to a stick, but what the hell, right?)

Loses some of its composure when he gets a few treats out – all interested in that for damn sure – and deigns to entertain him by batting around the catnip mouse for a few precious treats.

Gives him another look when he brings the collar out but lets him put the stupid thing on it. (Totally doesn’t take a picture of it on his phone, goodness no.)

Jeremy has to leave the cat alone for a bit when he gets a phone call. (Some guy he knows who knows a guy who knows someone who might know something about the mess his life’s become.)

When he gets back he finds it curled up on his bed with one of the cat toys he bought it snugged up to its chest and he maybe takes a picture of that too. (Because reasons.)

Pretty much rinse and repeat the next day, and knows he should take it to a shelter before he gets attached, but it’s still rainy out and he’d rather stay inside where it’s warm(ish) and dry and anyway, anyway. Maybe later during the week?

Goes to HQ on Monday and doesn’t realize until he’s sitting through another briefing that he hasn’t heard the weird ghost-cat noises for a while now? (Weird.)

Goes back home where the stray is napping on the couch and stops to scritches its ears before he changes and takes a shower and all that.

Comes back out to find the stray sitting on his kitchen counter (big, big no to that one), and when he goes to shoo it off, it gives him this look, and he hears in his head– plain as day:

Your fashion sense is atrocious.

Because a pair of old sweats he’s had since forever, all faded and kind of falling apart and maybe – possibly – the most unholy shades of purple and orange. (He just likes them okay, stop judging.)

Jeremy stares at the cat for a long, long moment. Pretty sure it’s not speaking to him in his head (that would be crazy) because he’s been under a lot of stress lately between one thing and another, and also cats can’t do that?

Really.

And, look, okay.

If cats could do that, he’s positive they’d just be as snide and sarcastic and everything because humans are dumb as shit, but -

There’s this weird...tickling sensation in his head? And looking at the stray he realizes it was a sigh? (God, what the hell is happening anymore???)

The cat sighs again and Jeremy has to sit down because maybe he like, hit his head or something??? Slipped in the shower and doesn’t remember it and everything.

Plunks himself down at the little kitchen bar counter to watch the cat walk on over to keep giving him those looks.

And then it starts talking, telling him about this whole...Thing.

Some cosmic baddie that defeated the last person the cat mentored – a long moment of silence after it drops that bit of information and this wave of sadness from the cat. Sorrow and guilt and sense that it blames itself for not preparing its charge well enough.

How it was locked away in a little prison all this time, awake but dreaming and all this enigmatic bullshit that Jeremy’s mind kind of skips past because what the hell pretentious bullshit is this???

And then!

And then someone (something, something, prophecy???) released it and the only one who could do such a thing is destined to be the next magical girl it mentors.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Because fucking really, what?

The cat barrels on, sensing Jeremy is not delighted with all this nonsense, and tells Jeremy all about these Forces of Evil he’s expected to do battle with until the cosmic baddies shows his dumb face again. (Something, something, defeating the cat’s previous charge weakened them and the FoE wreaking havoc all over the place are something, something, preparing for their return? Something, anyway.)

The cat explains that it couldn’t communicate with Jeremy properly at first – weakened by its previous defeat and imprisonment. Also language barriers? (Apparently the US as he knows it now didn’t exist the last time the around, and also the cat and its charge weren’t in an English speaking country and just a whole lot to unpack to even bother wondering about all that.)

But that’s totally the reason for the ghost-cat and everything else when he thought he was just normal crazy, not whatever this is.

Jeremy just stares at the cat, certain he’s lost his mind because cat???

But then the little asshole nudges that damned box Jeremy was so fixated on towards him. (How the hell it got it all the way out here is a mystery he doesn’t want solved because it’s probably tied into the whole losing his damn mind business.)

It points out the dried blood on the box from Jeremy’s paper cut, most if it flaking off but enough left to see what it’s talking about when the stupid thing tells him only someone with the right bloodline yadda, yadda, yadda could hope to break the seal placed on it and oh dear fucking God, what is going on anymore???

Eventually the cat stops talking and gives Jeremy one of those looks.

You don’t believe me, do you.

Jeremy just looks at the dumb cat, because whatever gave it away?

“Oh, no,” he says. “I totally do.”

The cat sighs again, and hops off the counter.

Jeremy watches as it heads towards his bedroom and after a moment follows to find it making itself comfy on his bed.

“Uh...”

The cat just tells him that since the only way he’ll believe it is if he sees for himself what it’s talking about, and then just.

Goes to sleep.

Just.

Fucking goes to sleep after all that exposition leaving Jeremy to wonder if he imagined the whole thing, at least until he goes back to the kitchen and sees the strange little box sitting on the counter. (Tiny scratches on it and what look like cat-sized bite marks and okay, wow. No. No more mysteries tonight.)

He makes dinner and sets food out for the cat. Refills its water bowl and feels super weird about all of it because the cat can talk to him telepathically or something? And he’s feeding it some pet store cat food and oh, God, what does he do now?

But, you know.

He’s hungry as hell and the cat’s not talking (hahaha, it’s a cat, why would it???) and just.

Fuck it, okay. If the cat has a problem with what he’s feeding it the damn thing can put in a formal request or something later.

The cat doesn’t talk to him the next day or the one after that, but when Jeremy gets jumped by these weird monster...things in the parking garage at HQ it just sort of pops up out of nowhere.

Just poof and its there, this fucking wand in its teeth and orders for Jeremy to use it, like he knows what the hell he’s doing?

Fumbles with it and almost zaps himself with a burst of something that comes out of the sparkly little star on one end. Manages to get it pointed at the monster-thing and watches as it...melts.

“What the fuck.”

He was expecting some weird light show, or something like that. Sparkly lights and whatever else, not something out of a horror flick and this puddle of goo (blackish greenish muck and bits of bone left behind and he kind of has to vomit a little because it reeks. Foul and vile and overall nothing he’s ever smelled before. (And he’s trudged through sewers all over the damn world thanks to his job, okay. He knows disgusting.)

The cat walks over to investigate the mess, distaste in its voice as it flicks its ears and looks over at him.

Interesting.

That...doesn’t sound good.

Turns out it isn’t, because the wand adjusts to its users needs and the whatnot, and apparently Jeremy was desperate for some kind of magic zappy laser business to deal with the monster-things fast and the want compensated as well as it could. (Which resulted in the puddle of melted monster.)

The cat assures him with further training things won’t end quite so messily, but Jeremy’s out okay? Super freaking done with all this weirdness.

Gets in his car and heads home. Kind of wants to leave the cat behind, but he’s not that asshole and opens the door to let in inside. Ignores the way it’s watching him as he drives, and anyway -

“What the hell was that???”

And the cat sighs – still weird as hell in his head – and spews more exposition about how the baddie feeds on bad vibes or something, and blah, blah, blah.

Also, a hell of a lot of that around HQ and Jeremy’s superiors that drew the monster-things there where they picked up Jeremy’s scent. (Bloodlines and dumb magic cat and also the strange little box left an imprint or something on him that’s slow to fade. Whatever.)

The cat tells Jeremy now the monster-things have his scent they’ll be after him, and also will go tattling to the cosmic baddie.

So, you know.

Kind of fucked now.

Jeremy thinks it’s a load of horseshit – Denial!!1! - and the cat is like, fine, whatever. You’ll just have to see for yourself again then.

And Jeremy does a few nights later and another encounter with the monster-things. This time he’s not subconsciously thinking about melting the fuckers so much as just...zapping them?

So it’s less puddle of monster-thing at the end and more electrocuting them? Still disgusting, but less so? (Something, anyway.)

A week after that on a mission that almost ruins the whole operation (puts the others working with him on it in danger) before he gets things under control and when he gets home he confronts the cat who is just.

Are you ready to listen to reason, now?

Oh, Jeremy’s pissed okay, because it’s one thing for those things to go after him – his life’s weird enough as it is – but other operatives and support personnel? No.>

He agrees to let the cat train him – his life, what is it? - and they Do Battle with the FoE in Jeremy’s life for a bit until he runs the risk of other people discovering hes a magical girl now? (Apparently a big no-no because reasons?)

There’s a Major Battle at some point, and the cat tells Jeremy they’ve driven the monster-things out of the city (because of course!) but they can’t sit back and let the rest come to them. (Something, something, momentum/the monster-things wreaking havoc elsewhere.)

And Jeremy, he would, but that whole thing with figuring out what his superiors are up to and the thing with them being responsible for Ryan’s death and just -

The cat makes a deal with Jeremy, who – coincidentally – has hit a brick wall in his investigation regarding all that.

Tells him if they go after the monster-things it will help him with that problem of his, but there’s nothing for him in this city anymore, you know?

But before Jeremy can make the decision himself, his superiors send him on another mission and it’s obvious this time they’re trying to kill him. (Would have, if it wasn’t for the cat and the wand and this whole magical girl business.)

Jeremy stares at the burning safe house he was supposed to be in before it fucking blew, looks down at the cat who trots up to him. (Thousands of miles away from home and somehow it’s here, but that’s magic for you.)

“No time like now, huh?” Jeremy murmurs, because being dead is a good excuse not to show up to work, and figures faking his death is for the best.

Will keep his superiors and their bullshit off his back while he fights evil by moonlight or whatever the hell and it’s not like he has anyone who’ll miss him in the meantime. (Deliberately doesn’t think about his family, because wow, no.)

He and the cat wander for a bit there, hit cities and towns and whatever else infested with the cosmic baddie’s monster-thing and gets better at this whole magical girl business.

Gets to the point where he’s not that bad at it, which is around the time they end up in Los Santos.

Which, wouldn’t you know it is a hotbed for this magical girl nonsense as well as your more mundane criminal enterprises.

“Color me shocked,” Jeremy says, when the cat mentions that. Tells him it’s something to do with the city being built on the remains of another Major Battle centuries ago and rifts to other dimensions that never fully closed blah, blah, blah.)

Being dead(ish), Jeremy hasn’t exactly been working regular jobs. May have used all the training the agency/spec ops group gave him to god use and breaking a few laws here and there to get by.

Sets himself up as muscle for hire in Los Santos while he (sometimes literally) moonlights as a magical girl.

Pretends to be an upright citizen, but there’s just so much weirdness around him that of course the cops get involved at some point.

Too much of a coincidence he’s usually where the really weird shit happens, you know? And even though he’s a stellar liar, the police know something is up with him.

Especially this one detective with this bizarre as hell accent. (Jersey, maybe? New York? Who the fuck knows, it fluctuates.)

Big guy, something weirdly familiar about him, but hey. Life’s been weird for Jeremy the last little while and Detective Roger Davis is a blip on the radar, you know?

Jeremy flip-flops between being annoyed and amused whenever the guy pops up because a suspicious bastard. All these questions and looks and getting way too close to stumbling over the truth, but also?

Weird guy, okay.

Odd sense of humor – kind of dark and twisted that speaks to Jeremy’s own sense of humor – and he has these moments where he’s not completely terrible to be around when he asks Jeremy the usual questions at the latest scene where weird shit went down.

Every so often he’ll hauls Jeremy down to the station every so often when something Big happened and he’s the likely suspect behind it. Or he’ll just happen to run into Jeremy on the street, and hey, why not get a cup of coffee or something at that diner over there? No ulterior motives at all, Mr. Tim. (Jeremy’s a ridiculous mess of a human being.

Catches the guy watching him sometimes, the usual suspicion and paranoia nowhere to be found. Just this strange sort of melancholy? (Not Jeremy’s business, and anyway, he’s kind of busy battling the FoE and trying not to get arrested for his day job(s) or not job.)

Gets a few leads here and there regarding his former superiors, but never anything concrete. Kind of weird how things dried up after that last MB before he faked his death, and The Cat is like. *SIGH* because clearly the two are connected. (Cosmic baddie and his minions enabling Jeremy’s superiors and the whatnot even if no one was aware because they spread more suffering and ~evil along the way and just. Hopefully Jeremy will figure that out sooner or later.)

Anyway.

Jeremy’s powers have settled as (mostly) electricity base? Something similar, anyhow.

Zappy kind of magic and all that, and the suit – of course there’s a suit – reflects that somewhat in the yellow/orange bits. The purple is questionable, but Jeremy insists on it and the wand that provides the suit just kind of rolls with it. (The feeling he gets from it, anyway, and The Cat’s long given up arguing with Jeremy regarding his fashion choices.)

The media doesn’t really have a name for him – not that he’s picked one himself – but there are plenty of headlines about “Sparky” and “Sparkplug” and all that Jeremy is kind of insulted by? (Yes, he’s short and stocky, that's no excuse for people being unimaginative hacks.)

And then!

Detective Roger Davis gets in over his head, goes snooping where he shouldn’t and Jeremy has to save him from a group of monster-things. Finds himself going up against a trio of higher-tier monster-things in the process.

Vaguely humanoid, and they make these garbled attempts at speech – creaking, groaning, wheezing things – that sound like a name? (Jeremy’s or the cosmic baddies, he can’t make it out.)

Rescues the good detective who definitely knows something is up with Jeremy now because Jeremy’s mask got destroyed in the fight and no denying it’s Jeremy in the magical girl suit and wand and The Cat???

Like.

Sure, Detective Roger Davis is kind of concussed and all, but he’s not an idiot and Jeremy is just.

Fuck.

He can’t leave the guy here, alright. Putting aside the charred remains of the monster-things, it’s a bad part of the city and the guy’s a cop. No knowing what might happen if someone finds him here, and also kind of a dick move after everything. (Apparently part of the reason the monster-things grabbed him instead of killing him on sight is they knew Jeremy liked the guy and hoped to use him as bait and so on and so forth.)

Jeremy brings the guy back to his place, ignores the ramblings of a man who’s had a super stressful, weird as hell night and makes sure he’s not about to die on him before putting him to bed.

Freezes when Detective Roger Davis smiles up at him. This weird crooked little thing that tugs at the back of Jeremy’s mind and mumbles something about turntables and what sounds like Jeremy’s name before he falls asleep.

Jeremy stares at him for a long, long time because the good detective’s accent was all the way gone on that part. His voice sounded too fucking familiar by far, but nah, right? Jeremy was just hearing things.

(He, too, has has a strange and bizarre night and also has to confront the fact he’s got a Thing for a cop, which is all kinds of Not Good considering he’s a part-time criminal and magical girl???)

And The Cat, okay. The Cat gives him this look but doesn’t say a damn thing as Jeremy plays the denial game again.

Leaves early the next morning because he’s got a job of the less-than-legal persuasion. Working with this guy with a foul mouth and dry sense of humor who is also super fond of explosions and everything that goes along with them.

Easy little thing playing muscle and no murder in the cards (yet, but it happens) and he’s expecting Detective Roger Davis to be long gone by the time he gets home, but no luck there.

Of course not.

The good detective is sitting on Jeremy’s couch watching his TV with The Cat sprawled over his legs like he belongs there. (Jeremy would lie if it doesn’t make for a wonderful thing to come home to, but that’s before The Cat glances at him, so fucking smug in his head.)

“Uh - “

Detective Roger Davis scratches his chin, seems to have a hard time meeting Jeremy’s eyes.

“Never expected to see you again, you know,” he says, and that weird as hell accent of his is nowhere to be seen. Replaced by this faint little southern thing pops ups every now and then the way Jeremy remembers from way back when. “Kind of hoped it wouldn’t happen.”

Hits like a truck, that one.

Steals Jeremy’s breath and all that, so he drops down in an empty chair and stares and stares and stares at the good detective.

Hair’s a little lighter, but that might be due to the amount of sun Los Santos sees. Got a beard situation going on there, something Ryan never had because fucker loved playing around with face paint and complained up a storm about getting it out of his beard.

Looks older, more tired.

Some faded scars here and there Jeremy’s noticed that Ryan didn’t have.

“...Ryan?”

Because of course it’s Ryan. Of fucking course it is, all the little bits and pieces floating and tumbling around the back reaches of Jeremy’s mind all this time clicking together like the worst kind of puzzle.

Looking at him, Jeremy has this one purely paranoid-driven moment where he wonders if Ryan was in on things with their superiors from the beginning. Fakes his death to...what, carry out their bidding without anyone being the wiser? (Who goes looking for a dead man to be behind misdeeds and the whatnot like those?)

But he snaps out of when The Cat snorts in his mind, amused at his stupid human everything like it usually is.

And, right, okay. Right.

They might have moments where they bicker and fight and give each other the cold shoulder, but The Cat is his new partner in this whole magical girl business. Trust and all that between them, and if it thought Ryan was any kind of threat to Jeremy, well. It’s hardly helpless, now is it.

So.

“I kind of want to punch you,” Jeremy says, so fucking tired, only just beginning to process the fact that hey, wow, Ryan’s not dead??? Is alive and well(ish) and apparently a fucking cop??? “FYI.”

Ryan smiles, crooked little thing, and nods.

“I’d deserve it,” he admits, stupidly honest and Jeremy, okay.

Always a sucker when it came to Ryan – more than he realized - and just.

Doesn’t know what to do???

Because Ryan’s not dead and nothing makes sense and just what the actual fuck is his life anymore?

Thankfully Ryan’s happy to explain things. Or. Not so much happy as determined to explain himself, the least he can do and all that.

Tells Jeremy he found out what their superiors were doing – became suspicious after the mission that put Jeremy out of commission for a while – and like Jeremy decided to fake his death when they tried to kill him on that solo mission they sent him on.

Thought Jeremy was safe enough while he worked to unravel the tangle of lies and deceit their superiors wove, and then just.

Got lost in it all for a while. Kept tabs on Jeremy and intended to get him out when he realized their superiors were doing their best to kill him too, but then the mission where Jeremy faked his death and Ryan -

Kind of lost it for real for a while there. Tore through their superiors people, associates they hadn’t sent Jeremy after yet to get answers. Hoping to expose them - ruin them - before he killed them himself, and then got into a mess that almost killed him. (Again, and Jeremy just stares at him at that aside, because wow not funny?)

Ryan running into this assassin for hire who took pity on him or whatever, said he did impressive work but lacked finesse and Ryan, okay. Kind of half-dead and indignant because he is A++++ at killing people, and Meg had just laughed and told him to finish his fucking soup. Told him to look her up if he was ever in Los Santos and took off because she had a target who wasn’t getting any more dead with her dillydallying like this, and try not to die in the meantime because he had potential.

Anyway, that whole near-death situation served as a wake-up call for Ryan who snapped out of his little berserk mode and decided to regroup.

Went to Los Santos because hell if he knew where else to go, and met up with Meg and her little hacker boyfriend there.

Sweet talked Gavin into getting him into the LSPD – some roundabout way of getting his hands on information regarding their former superiors Because Plot???

And he was making headway when Jeremy came to Los Santos and everything kind of derailed.

The weirdness related to Jeremy’s magical girl antics were always there? But wow did it really kick into gear once Jeremy showed up.

And!!1!

Ryan also had to contend with the whole Jeremy not being dead thing while giving away that oh, hey, Ryan is also not dead. And (gently) harassing Jeremy because he totally had/has a Thing for Jeremy and it’s killing him having the little asshole so close and not be able to tell him and goddamn life’s shitty like that.

There’s more, of course. Ryan falling hard(er) for Jeremy, and not being able to tell him back before things went to hell because surely Jeremy would never think of him like that, and why ruin the friendship they had and so on while Jeremy sits there trying to ignore the way The Cat is fucking dying of amusement at these two idiot humans and their ridiculous Pining.

“Okay, so,” Jeremy says, after Ryan drops the whole Being Into Jeremy thing. “You really need to shut up now.”

Ryan does, flash of hurt and then everything shoved down deep all nice and neat except not and Jeremy makes this little noise in the back of this throat because!

He never really saw Ryan’s face before, you know? Dramatic bastard with his face paint and whatever else and not it’s -

Fucker’s not great at hiding what he’s feeling and so Jeremy gets up, walks over to him and looks down at him.

Angry and sad and confused and more than a little heartbroken over how fucking dumb they both are, how dumb Ryan is and just.

“You’re an asshole and I hate you,” he says, watches Ryan just fucking take it like he thinks Jeremy’s serious but it’s okay!

It’s fine!

Jeremy’s right and Ryan deserves it and all kinds of heartache-y bullshit, so Jeremy has no choice but to kiss him, right?

This chaste little thing, a first date goodnight kind of kiss at the door they never got to have, and Ryan goes so very still when he realizes he’s not being punched the way he expects, that Jeremy's pulling back to rest his forehead against his and say, so fucking quietly, “we’re so fucking stupid, Ryan,”.

“What.”

Because Jeremy’s not wrong, but mostly the kissing thing, and the way Jeremy’s still there, forehead pressed against his, and warm and alive and just.

It’s a lot?

It’s a lot.

Jeremy laughs because there’s the old Haywood brilliance, and leans back to look at him.

Not half-bad, really. Gorgeous blue eyes and this really adorable confused frown and the beard looks nice on him.

Mostly though, mostly just Ryan.

“So,” he says, moving back to sit next to Ryan on the couch, welcomes The Cat into his lap. “I’ve got a few things to tell you myself.”

And then it’s Jeremy explaining the whole magical girl dealio he’s got going for himself. How The Cat promised to help him figure it all out – has been helping him – and the thing with the Cosmic Baddie. (Why Ryan is still alive you know, because Jeremy and his FEELINGS for an idiot detective with a shitty accent and all that.)

Ryan just stares at him – still stuck on the kiss and clearly stunned by the admission of Jeremy’s own FEELINGs – and is just.

“Bullshit.”

So of course Jeremy gets the wand out and does the magical girl transformation, only for Ryan to criticize his fashion choices, therefore putting him and The Cat on the same team in that continuing battle.

In the end it’s only a little stranger than the whole conspiracy thing involving their former superiors (understatement) and they just kind of. Try to process everything for a bit.

Drift closer to one another as they do, because Jeremy’s couch is old and shitty and there’s this little dip towards the middle. Definitely not because of the whole Requited Feelings business or the fact they can, no.

They’re both in too deep to get out now with the dealing with their former superiors thing? But it wouldn’t hurt to team up on that front – and you know, maybe that magical girl business too?

(Jeremy’s a bit leery on that one because he’s learned through trial and error and a whole slew of injuries that the monster-things are resistant as hell to contemporary weaponry. Ryan’s also a squishy normal human while Jeremy’s proven to be a bit more durable thanks to this bloodline bullshit and prophecy shenanigans, but they’ll talk about it later, you know?)

And then they kind of orbit one another after that. Go on weird little dates in between the doing crime/solving crime stuff and battling the FoE.

Jeremy makes something of a name for himself in the criminal side of things, and Michael puts in a good word for him with the boss of a crew he started working for. Helps him land a more solid career on that front. (God, what would Jeremy of only a few years ago have had to say about that, huh?)

Ryan’s still pretending to be a cop, and maybe the asshole pulls Jeremy over when he catches him speeding. Smirk on his face and little ”Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?”

(He’s not a great cop, though, because he lets Jeremy slide for a kiss or a promise for a date later and so on. Maybe does some killin’ in regards to the side jobs he takes here and there. Picks out a new mask for said side jobs, flip-flops between several skull designs for his face paint because he has to stick to a theme, you know, otherwise it’s just silly.)

Maybe ditches the whole cop thing when Jeremy’s crew gets into a bind and there’s not a lot of choice, and oh, hey, guys, did I mention I happen to know the Vagabond? Small world, isn’t it.

And more shenanigans in which Jeremy is ~kidnapped by Meg who hears about Ryan and his new boyfriend who may or may not be his old ~unrequited crush.

Jeremy tied to a chair in a swanky hotel – he swears he’s seen movies that start like that – and Meg being all >:(((((((((( at him because Ryan’s a softy at heart and she just wants to make sure Jeremy’s not going to break his heart all over again.

Which, okay. Not going to happen if he can help it, but thanks for looking out for him?

And Gavin showing up with Ryan because the asshole would just not stop pestering him about where Meg took his boyfriend and then it’s like.

Totally like those movies Jeremy and Ryan swears they’ve seen that start with the chair and the ropes after Meg and Gavin leave them alone in that swanky hotel room that’s paid for the rest of the weekend, enjoy you two! :DDDDDDDDDDDD

Meg and Gavin aren’t laughing at Jeremy and Ryan or cashing in on whatever bet they had going bout them and honestly, worst people ever really.

(Jeremy tries to keep the whole magical girl nonsense a secret from the crew as long as he can – not because he doesn’t trust them so much as he doesn’t trust them not to be stupid about it when they do find out. Be all reckless about things when it’ll definitely get them killed until they know what they're doing in regards to the FoE, but that’s a future worry and anyway, anyway, he’s got his hands full with everything else going on in his life to invite trouble like that.)

#jeremwood #turnfree #ragehappy #demoncowedgar #prompt fills #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #fahc magical girl shenanigans #look #even i don't know what's going on anymore #XD

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