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cecilysass · 2 months

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Milagro Fic Recommendations

These are good for any time of year, of course, not just February 14. But here are my favorite fics related to the season 6 episode Milagro, a long time favorite. (And @sisterspooky1013's favorite episode of all time: happy VD, girl!) I’ve been reading and sifting through these for some time, and I have tried to include some from all eras: newer AO3 fics, some written right after the ep aired, etc. But I'm sure I've missed some, so hit me with your own faves, please.

Because of Milagro's ending, this entire genre of fic tends to be heavy on the hurt/comfort and angst (which is fiiiiine by me), but that’s not all that’s here. Many of these are smutty, but not all.

Adagio - Terma99 A meditative, peaceful take on the aftermath of Milagro by a veteran author that includes both agents realizing something they had learned. Lovely.

Alma - 6hoursgirl (@sixhours) A lovely hurt/comfort Milagro piece. This one is Mulder POV, which is a little less common for post-Milagro, I think, and I like this characterization of Mulder as desperately wanting to help Scully, desperately wanting to protect her, but also a tiny bit scared of the intimacy and relationship he feels they’re on the cusp of. He’s so good-hearted and also a little dysfunctional here, and I love it.

Bated Breath - dreamingofscully (@dreamingofscully) This one has an original take on Scully's experience; it leaves Scully with clarity and new direction in her relationship with Mulder. DreamingofScully tends to write a more confident, in-charge Scully in the MSR than some do, and I appreciate it.

Beyond the Strokes of a Typewriter - storybycorey (@storybycorey) When Scully is stricken and ashamed that it’s been so long since anyone has seen her as a woman as Padgett did, Mulder is pushed to revelations. Mulder 3rd person POV. Very good smut build up. And nobody does a gorgeous feelings reveal from Mulder like storeybycorey, man.

I Believe - Diana Battis There are a lot of lovely, heartfelt hurt/comfort fics about the aftermath of Milagro (for obvious reasons), but this one is especially well done. Viewed from Scully’s third person point of view, it focuses on Mulder’s capacity for tenderness and guilt. Plus some smut.

Don’t Look Up - ArtemisX5 After Padgett's hallway revelation, Scully is horrified that she has no secrets left. But you know, Mulder is much slower on the draw than she gives him credit for. There is also such moving hurt/comfort in this.

Intimacies with Strangers -mldrgrl (@mldrgrl) This mid- and post- Milagro piece has Mulder and Scully simmering in tension and then boiling over. Their relationship is complex and painfully entangled, and I love how it plays out. There is also excellent Scully characterization. This one helps me to get more fully why she might have been drawn to Padgett initially, something I struggle with in the episode.

La Madrugada - h0ldthiscat A carefully told tale of RST that takes both characters seriously and is sincerely moving. Excellent.

Lacuna - Aloysia_Virgata (@aloysiavirgata) This is a longer work, not really a classic post ep per se. But I love this moody, angsty casefile set right after Milagro. This Scully has not come to terms with her emotions, is thoroughly freaked by how she reacted to Padgett, and hasn't even entirely worked out how she feels about Mulder. There is Scully/other here, but the ship is steering home. The end of this is so moving, but cw: dark themes in the casefile, extreme violence against children, traumatized agents.

Still Life - Seek_Its_Opposite (@seek-its-opposite) Ah, this is such a thoughtful and exquisitely written Scully character piece — and it contains some truly beautiful insights about Mulder, too. It suggests the heartbreaking idea that Mulder’s way of showing Scully respect (giving her distance) is continually hurting her. So tragic (and consistent with canon, e.g. Never Again.) One memorable line: “Every one of their fights is about how to care for one another, every last one.”

Alma Gemela - matchingfabric (@matchingfabric) After the events of Milagro, Scully (and Mulder) get accustomed to platonically sharing a bed for comfort. This is a slightly different take on post-Milagro. Exceptionally, irresistibly sweet. Oh, and smutty.

What did I miss? Tell me. And yes, I'm working on my own short Milagro fic that will be coming soon-ish.

#x files fanfic #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #fox mulder #dana scully #msr #milagro #fic recs #fic rec list #love fic recs #season 6 #xf valentines day #valentines day

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theladyofbloodshed · 1 year

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It is funny to read all the anon that share how difficult it is to work with sjm. Cassandra clare with the incest-ish trope can have movies and then more season of Shadowhunters than acotar.

Don't remind me of that plot

Putting under a read more as I know many people enjoy her books and I am not one

I do not get the hype AT ALL.

My friend let me borrow I think the first 3 mortal instruments books because she said she needed somebody to laugh at them with. We then saw it at an empty cinema and laughed ourselves silly because it was silly. No shade to people who like it, but I was not invested in any character, I found it all bit lacklustre, and nothing was particularly original or interesting. It seems to me the same book gets churned out, idk how she has so many.

This is what I know about her:

When she wrote ff she wrote an actual ron/ginny fic with smut

Weird incest plot between Jace and Clary

Also shipped Damon & Stefan from VD even though they are brothers

Issues around plagiarism

Somebody contacted her to say she was worried about the promotion of J/C's relationship when there were some abusive elements and got told by CC that "teenage girls aren't stupid"

There's a lot of history of her being a bully and threatening people with lawyers etc. You can read more on it here and this tumblr link about POC in her books is very enlightening

#anon asks

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loveisalwaystheanswer · 1 year

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Rules: tag nine people you want to know better.

tagged by @lordjohnwgrey thank you! 😘

three ships: are you ready? i'm not a shipper at all (breaking news! I know!), i like love stories in general, but nothing more. with one and only one exception that got under my skin without asking - Tommy&Grace (peaky blinders). don't think that I'd choose to suffer voluntarily, it just... happened. I also used to like Damon&Elena, but the vd became boring and i stopped watching it.

first ever ship: it's funny, because my very first ship that comes to my mind is Nami&Zoro (one piece). yes, they from anime, sue me. I was a teenager. urgh, it's ridiculous 😒

last song: girl crush by little big town

last movie: glass onion, I'm going to watch my policeman and the menu next

currently reading: the song of achilles by Madeline Miller and two fics :)

currently watching: nothing at all, but I re-watched Sherlock last week and I still think that the last two seasons are a disaster (except the wedding episode) and I really want to start watching the office

currently consuming: coffee

currently craving: crisps or anything crunchy or salty actually

tagging (with no pressure) @i-just-look-at-pictures @peakysgrace @somepeakyblinders @eledhwens @tommyxgrace-always @thesoldiersminute and everyone else who's into it.

#tag game

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jennifersminds · 2 years

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hey libra! (it's libra right??) i already loved your elejah abortion fic but now that i've watched s4 and have context of the whole Cure nonsense that everyone was fighting over... like it's an even better fic now you did such a good job <3

if i didn't know better and expected anything from the vd writers i'd actually have thought the cure was just a metaphor for abortion and elena & rebekah's struggles was the metaphor for abortion rights lol. either way s4 is actually so chillingly relevant to 2022 society because it was literally so many episodes of just women being constantly stripped of agency and denied a choice by male characters :/ like at least elijah's motivations were pure even tho i disliked that he got to make the decision for a grown woman and "test" her... and klaus would have been genuinely inconvenienced by silas's manipulation and abuse if rebekah had been given the cure so i guess that's like, semi okay? (but also he was always selfish and mean when it came to rebekah regardless of whether he experienced harm to his well being or not)... and the salvatores were just awful lol like that torture ep made me so uncomfortable especially how elena seemed fine after having just experienced hours of abuse from her exboyfriends

anyways sorry for word vomiting but i love your writing and keep up the good work!

I adore word vomit thank you, allow me to spew my own lmao

(my names Charlotte btw, libra's my star sign but it was the first thing in my bio for ages so it's an easy mistake to make x)

My animosity towards the cure is unmatched, not just because I hate it as a concept and everything it turned the characters into but also because, like that fuckin little AI mf from t100 it refused to exit the show with any grace.

I'm currently working on storyboarding more of what did you bury? (my love letter to no humanity Elena + American Gothic) and there’s just so much wrong with s4 it’s honestly hard to know where to begin. The torture episode is horrifying for so many reasons but it also provides one of the most interesting and heartbreaking looks into Elena’s psych because it lets us actually see her rage at the Salvatore’s and honestly might be the last sighting of in- character Elena Gilbert we ever get.

Like people can disagree if they want but as far as I’m concerned anything an emotionless vampire says is the truth (at least their truth) they have no humanity, no care and no reason to lie. This is especially true for Elena in the torture ep, and it’s awful.

Plus what it reveals for the salv bros, both of them use this torture as an outlet for the frustration Elena’s caused them since she was forced- by them- to turn off her humanity (I mean, we been knew they were abusive but this is definitely the most outright moment). Also like- Caroline, Bonnie, Matt are just... fine with this. Like yeah Caroline leaves because she doesn’t wanna hear it but no one makes any move to stop it or question if this is really the way to go. (Bonnie get’s a pass here bc she’s being mind controlled and Elena ripped her throat open but- everyone else...)

The actual scene of her turning it back in is genuinely the most upsetting in the show to me. It’s like every subtle manipulation and mistreatment from the first four seasons turned up to 11 and its disgusting. Just seeing her, this fuckin eighteen year old girl that has lost everything, lose the last remaining thread to her childhood, to her life before the salvatores arrived. And the way she just shatters while they watch- this moment that’s horrifying and awful and they won’t ever let her go and she knows this and it means nothing to them. It’s just a tactic, something she’ll get over because she has no choice but too.

I hate it. (this hate being what made me write plastic crown in the first place lmao)

But yeah the whole things gross and this didn’t really build off your point even though I completely agree.

As for the Elijah/Rebekah/Klaus aspect, I do find the test situation to be more about Elijah insuring Rebekah is actually prepared for what taking the cure would mean. Still a bit icky and codependent but it’s the Mikaelsons so I don’t expect much else. I do love the energy of

Klaus: I’m being tormented !! Elijah: Sounds like a you problem bestie, I need to pose and go daydream of making out with emotionless doppelgängers ttyl xx

like yess king, give us (the plot) nothing !

#I did promise word vomit #asks <3 #tvd #the vampire diaries #elena gilbert #anti salvatore brothers #anti damon salvatore #anti stefan salvatore #pro elena gilbert #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson

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omgspnfanfiction · 2 years

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Who I Write For

Harry Potter: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter. I have one in the works for Lucius and I’m wanting to try writing for Snape and Voldemort/Tom. I am open to the idea of writing for Sirius Black or the Weasley twins again.

Marvel: Bucky, Loki, Steve, Tony. I have one in the works for Clint, Natasha and Wanda, and depending on how it goes, I will write for them again.

I have accepted requests for Thor, Bruce, and Pietro, (each their own fic) but I don’t feel confident enough to accept further requests for them. So, I’ll most likely turn down any future requests for these 3, unless I truly love the idea presented to me

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram Lodge. Depending on the request I will accept Veronica, Cheryl or Archie. I only ever saw season 1 of the show and would prefer writing for them with other fandoms, rather than Riverdale on its own. If I do write for Riverdale on its own, I will only write based off season 1, as I haven’t seen anything after and don’t feel comfortable writing any plots based off later seasons.

I don’t plan to write for Jughead, unless he’s just the background character friend, or boyfriend being cheated on. Betty is the same as I don’t really like her character, so I will only write her as the side character that has a bad time, is cheated on, or is a huge bitch (same with Elena from VD, sorry not sorry)

Supernatural: Dean, John, Lucifer, Sam

Teen Wolf: Derek and Peter Hale

The Originals: Klaus. The Mikaelson siblings I would write as an orgy or threesomes but not the other siblings on their own

Vampire Diaries: Damon and Stefan Salvatore.

I have received several requests for Kai, so I attempted him, but I won’t be writing for him again as I didn’t get to that part of VD.

I wrote one for Sons of Anarchy but I haven’t really seen that much of it to accept any further requests. Depending on the request I might be tempted but I likely won’t be writing for Jax again.

I’m only writing for ‘reader, Y/n, original character’. Not characters by themselves, like Bucky x Steve, or Harry x Draco type things. I enjoy reading those fics but I will always include Y/n in my fics.

#who I write for #requests #fanfiction #Questions #things to know #marvel #Harry Potter #riverdale #supernatural #the vampire diaries #the originals #teen wolf #The Avengers #loki #reader #y/n

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zumpietoo · 10 months

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Honestly? This is doubly heelarious.....

A) OG plan, all along was BAV triangle, not jizzy.....

B) And yet, Snorty, your entire argument for both jizzy and VD is “but they were high school sweethearts!!!!”.....so shouldn’t you be following your own advice?

Actually, it was to remind us that they always endlessly crushed on each other....Douchie having moved on, Slizzy having seemingly not.....she did, for awhile and then we had them, essentially? Endlessly revisiting this.

I think it’s pathetic, too.....but I also think “they were in love in HS, so they’re endgame” is also pathetic...

Aren’t you the ones always wailing about how RAS “promised” you, as well? I seem to recall, for both Izzy AND Snorty, lots of talk about “taking up the battle” against RAS/fighting with the writers.....soooo, again.....dudes....and I’ll just say it: Barfies actually GOT and endgame in season 6. Jizzy’s 0 for 3 (or moar)....

Ummm.....were you looking in the mirror, Snorty??? Cuzzzz.....again, fact is Barfie ended season 6 canonly engaged.....and had been having an emotional affair since the beginning of season TWO....I hate Barfie, but they did happen.

YOU would be the one who’s been insisting Jizzy endgame/this means jizzy’s happening/hey#3/blah, blah, blah.....and guess what? Haven’t been a thing since season 4.....AND if you’d bother to really watch? You’d see she’d be using Jug as a placeholder/being a total cuntwipe since, again, season TWO. AND that there were lots of separations because Cole and PP kept breaking up.

So, again, I certainly hope YOU”RE not surprised RAS didn’t “deliver it” for YOU at “the least (sic) second”.

PP had no idea what endgames were or weren’t.....actually, neither did RAS....she kept pimping “Slizzy’s a hobag” cuz she’s a hobag....

Ummm.....again, weren’t you just insisting a scene of Jug walking past Slizzy meant jizzy endgame???

Errmmm.....nope and nope. Consider the source material....it’s BAV in perpetuity.

She also said “Barfie fans you will be very well fed”.....soooo...nope. IDK even what she said about endgames. Or maybe she got hate and dialed the first part back. Oh and? Thus far she seems primarily stuck, even now, on Douchie....plus, again, BAV triangle.

I don’t recall this and wasn’t it like back in November or something?

Gee Racist, would they also learn this in AFRICAAAAA????? And, actually? No, they wouldn’t....

Dude, this show has always been shitty/nobody makes you watch. Season 4 was total crap, too.....

The tea that will spill will be about how fucking toxic the set was and what bitches Crotchi and PP were.....

That said, I love this concept that it’s such a failure, when, again, yeah....it’s shit....but it also got 7 seasons and will now be “studied” as the last long running teen teevee dramaaaa.....

OMGGGG.....you are SUCH a Dumbeller/Bagelswanner....and dude, all your fic sucks/saying you “care” about pretend peeps is sadddd/you care because of the OG writing, anyway. Lose and suck it!

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peaceoutofthepieces · 4 years

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Sink Or Swim - VDS Season Fic

Coming October 10th

Summary: Jens is beginning to feel lost—left behind. His friends all seem to be moving on at full speed, and he’s stuck. Even the parties, the skating, the weed, all no longer feel like enough. More than anything, he’s starting to feel alone. He’s swimming through mud—and it’s only a matter of time before he sinks.

Lucas is suddenly disconnected. Even though he’s only moved a train ride away, he feels like there’s an ocean between him and his old life. He’s been dunked—dragged—suddenly underwater, and he can’t seem to make his way back to the surface.

When the two boys collide, they begin to wonder if they’ve sunk as far as they think—or if they’ve just been waiting for the right hand to pull them free.

Masterlist

Details under the cut!

So....this is my mini announcement. I’ve been wanting to do this fic since the very beginning. As in, this idea has been in my head basically since I discovered Van Der Stoffels, and definitely before I became active on this account. ‘When I Live My Dream’ was initially my way of portraying this idea—so if you want some hints, you know where to find them! I know it’s been done a few times by now, but I couldn’t simply let this go, and I hope you all like my spin on their story :) So, here’s some proper info on it!

It will start on Saturday, October 10th! It will be released like a real SKAM season i.e. in ‘clips’ that are released in real time (by Belgian clock) with the full ‘episode’ posted on ao3 on either Friday or Saturday, depending on the time of the last clip and the time I have to post.

It will mostly follow the outline of a general Evak season and run for ten weeks with the last clip being on Friday, December 18th.

There will not be daily clips, but there will be 7 clips per week. Clips alternate between Jens and Lucas’s POV.

There will also be, like SKAM, extra social media content and texts posted between clips. I’m not sure how I’ll do this on ao3 — but it’s likely the texts will only be included, in transcript form. So if you want to see all the little bonus details, you’re best to follow it here!

There will also be a playlist for the season, with songs given at the beginning of each clip and a Spotify playlist updated weekly with the songs. The link to this will be posted on Friday (October 9th) with the music for the first week!

I’ll be tagging every post ‘#vds season fic’ and ‘#sink or swim’ to make it easier to follow. There will also be a masterlist, but this probably won’t be kept perfectly updated, so the tags are likely the best bet!

I think that covers things, but if you have any more questions, please let me know!

#van der stoffels #vds #wtfock #skam nl #vds season fic #sink or swim #this is why I can’t do the prince jens fic!#so i hope this satisfies too 🙈

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all-things-skam · 3 years

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Jens’ season | Chapter ten (finale)

Saturday, March 7th

They arrived late in Utrecht. Or, early.

Lucas’ father had refused to make the drive but allowed him to go and take the train if he wanted to. Jens get that they were divorced, but still. She was his ex-wife, the mother of his child. She must still have a place in his heart.

Apparently not.

Lucas had been fidgety and tense during the whole train ride, biting his lip and checking his phone every ten seconds in case there were any updates from his dad - who was in contact with the clinic -, but there weren’t.

Jens felt helpless. He didn’t know what to do or even say, having never been in this situation before. A part of him wanted to comfort Lucas, tell him everything’s going to be okay, but he wasn’t a psychiatrist nor a doctor. He didn’t know shit.

So, he stayed quiet, his head pressed against the cold window of the train, his right hand holding onto Lucas’ tightly.

When they got to the train station, someone was there to pick them up. He had blond hair and a darker beard, and seemed older than them. An old friend, Lucas said. He dropped the two teenagers at the clinic and told Lucas to call him if he needed a ride before driving off.

The door of the clinic was unlocked despite being the middle of the night. They walked in and the lady at the front desk frowned, seeing Jens and Lucas walking into the building. ‘’Hello. How may I help you?’’

‘’My...my mom’s been admitted here a few hours ago,’’ Lucas replied, his voice strained. ‘’I’m here to see her.’’

‘’I’m sorry, visits have ended hours ago. You should come back in the morning-’’

Alas, Lucas wasn’t taking no for answer tonight. He was scared and worried for his mother and wouldn’t calm down until he sees her.

‘’No! I took a train all the way here. I have to see her,’’ he insisted, hoping the woman will make an exception for him. ‘’She needs me, I- Please.’’

Still hesitating, the desk lady glanced at them, noticing the tired look on their faces and the backpack on Lucas’ shoulder and sighed, giving in. ‘’Patient name?’’

‘’Lieke Van Der Heijden.’’

She typed in the name in her computer, giving Lucas an apologetic look when reading his mother’s file. ‘’I can’t let you go in the room past visiting hours. But, I’ll call up the psychiatrist on shift and he’ll be able to give you details about your mother.’’

You could see on Lucas’ face that he wasn’t completely satisfied with the bargain, but it was better than nothing.

Jens smiled at the woman. ‘’Thank you.’’

Jens didn’t go in.

He waited on a couch in the waiting area of the clinic while Lucas went to talk with the doctor, not wanting to intrude Mrs. Van Der Heijden’s privacy. While Lucas wanted him by his side at the clinic, it didn’t mean Jens had to be all up in their businesses. And, if Lucas needed him, he’ll come to him.

Having nothing else to do, Jens checked his phone, seeing the group chat blowing up with unread messages and a few personal ones from Robbe, asking what was going on and where the hell he and Lucas went.

Did you guy ditch us to fuck? Moyo had bluntly asked.

In another situation, Jens would’ve rolled his eyes and laughed - maybe he would’ve told him to fuck off -, but not tonight. Instead, he he simply told them that Lucas had a family emergency and had to go home - sparing them the whole details for privacy purpose.

Half an hour later, Lucas returned and filled the empty seat beside Jens. His hair was a mess from touching them so much - a habit he picked up when he was stressed or anxious. Jens slipped his phone back in his pocket, giving his attention to his boyfriend.

''How is she?''

''Sedated,'' Lucas responded, forgetting to laugh at his own bad joke. ''Sorry.''

Jens shook his head. ''It's okay.''

‘’A neighbor called the cops. They said she was acting like a lunatic, throwing out my father's last belongings on her porch since 6am and was planning to redecorate the whole house to 'clean it from his bad energy'. The doctor said it was a psychotic episode. She hasn't been taking her meds for a few weeks.’’

Lucas's parents' divorce was messy and heartbreaking. She truly loved Lucas' father - he was her high school lover -, but the man didn't want anything to do with her after being diagnosed although he had vowed to love her in sickness and health.

‘’I don't understand. She sounded very lucid last week on the phone. I should’ve gone home-’’

Shaking his head, Jens didn’t let him finish. ‘’Don’t do that. Don’t guilt yourself for something you can’t change. You’re here, now. It’s all that matters.’’

‘’If I had been here, I could’ve made sure she was taking her medication. I always do. Sometimes, she forget...and other times, she doesn’t want to take them. When she’s off her medication for too long, things gets bad and she has psychotic episodes. Dad and I tried to have someone from the clinic to come and check up on her, but it’s really expensive and we can’t afford that. That’s what he said. Maybe he doesn't want to pay for her, I don’t know.’’

It was simply an assumption, but Jens hoped it wasn't true. If so, Mr. Van der Heijden was a very shitty person.

Feeling a wave of tiredness hit him, Jens glanced at the clock in the waiting room and then to Lucas who's head was resting on his shoulder, trying to control his anxious riddled brain.

‘’It’s late. Should we head...home? You need sleep.’’

Lucas shook his head stubbornly. ‘’No. I need to stay here. I need to be there when my mom will wake up.’’

''The clinic had made an exception for a short visit and a conversation with the doctor. You'll have to wait till visiting hours to see her. We can't wait seven hours here.''

The night had been long and stressful and Jens couldn't wait to head to bed. He understood Lucas' want to stay at the clinic, but sleeping in those uncomfortable waiting chair would only make him feel sore and shitty in the morning. Lucas needed rest. Good rest.

‘’They gave her medication. She’ll be out for a couple more hours. We’ll come back in the morning.’’

‘’But-’’

‘’We can ask the office lady to call you when your mom is awake. How about that?’’

To Jens' relief, Lucas agreed.

It was almost 10am when the doorbell rang, stirring Jens from his deep, dreamless sleep. He groaned, the noise keeping going again and again - unable to ignore it. Who the hell could be at the door so early? He almost yelled at Lotte to go open, but remembered he was in Utrecht, at Lucas' house.

Fighting sleep, Jens opened his eyes - keeping them open was the real challenge here - and saw Lucas still fast asleep beside him. He smiled, soft snores coming from Lucas' slightly parted lips. It took Lucas over an hour to fall asleep this morning, constantly checking his phone every five minutes to see if he had any missed calls from the clinic. Jens had pulled him into his arms and played with his hair, knowing it worked as a kid when his mom would do it.

Now, the doorbell was getting on Jens' nerves and he wanted it to stop.

Carefully removing himself from Lucas' grasp, Jens got up and searched for his pants from yesterday, not about to answer the door in his boxers. He was barely awake enough to function as he walked down the hallway to get to the door, not caring that he was looking like a mess right now. That’s what a middle of the night bus ride and falling asleep at 4am does to you.

Before opening the door, Jens checked through the peephole and saw a short girl with curly hair and a boy with darker skin and messy hair whom he recognized as Isa and Kes.

A frown formed on Isa’s forehead when the door opened, confused why someone else was answering and not her friend. ‘’Who are you? Where’s Luc?’’

‘’Erm, I’m Jens. You’re Isa, right?’’

She nodded slowly, still a bit confused until she realized who Jens was. ‘’Oh my god! You’re Luc’ boyfriend aren't you?’’

Jens nodded, eyes squinting at the brightness outside. ‘’Does Luc knows you were coming? Did he tell you about-’’ He interrupted himself, uncertain if Isa and Kes knew about Mrs. Van der Heijden’s mental illness.

Isa hummed. '‘Yeah. I figured he’d be here in the morning.’’

Jens didn’t have to invite them in, the two walking right in and making themself home in the living room.

‘’Where’s Luc?’’ Kes asked, looking around for his best friend.

‘’He’s sleeping. The night has been long.’’

Kes hummed. ‘’How is he?’’

‘’Not good,’’ Jens honestly responded as he sat down in the armchair.

The trio didn't have time to engage in much of a conversation, footsteps coming from the hallway a few minutes after sitting down. They tried to be quiet to let Lucas sleep some more, but failed. Or, maybe it was the emptiness in the bad that woke him?

‘’What are you guys doing here?’’ Lucas asked, seeing his friends and boyfriend in the living room. He was wearing Jens' hoodie, finding the comfort he lacked of when he woke up to an empty bed.

Isa stood, meeting Lucas halfway and pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back before going to sit with Jens in the armchair, unbothered by his friends' presence.

Kes, on the other hand, wasn't as nice as Isa and looked at Lucas with hard eyes laced with deception. ‘’Why didn’t you tell me about your mom? I had to learn from Isa who heard it from Liv who was talking with Ralf. We’re best friends, Luc.’’

‘’Sorry you weren’t the first thing on my mind when my dad called me to say my mom was in a clinic.''

Kes sighed, changing his tone. ‘’You know I didn’t mean it like that...’’

‘’How is she?’’ Isa asked, switching the conversation.

‘’She’s in a clinic, Isa. How well can she be?’’ Lucas responded, his tone a little too harsh.

Unhappy with the way he spoke to his friend, Jens put han hand on Lucas’ thigh, a silent way to tell him to not get worked up. Even if Isa’s question was stupid to him, it wasn't a reason to talk to his friends like that. They came here because they cared about Lucas and his mom, not to get yelled at.

''Have you seen her?'' Kes asked, blaming Lucas' attitude on stress and morning grumpiness.

''No. Visiting hours were over long ago. I'll be going today.''

''Do you need us to come with?''

Although Kes' offer was nice, Lucas already had an emotional support. ''No. Jens is here.'' He leaned into Jens' chest and Jens kissed Lucas' shoulder over the hoodie, confirming his words.

‘’Tell your mom we say hi, okay?’’ Kes said.

‘’Will do.’’

Sunday, March 8th

The past two days had been difficult and emotional for Lucas - and Jens, by bias.

Lucas had spent hours at the clinic at his mom's bedside, just sitting there and watching her sleep most of the time, too high on meds to stay awake. Sometimes, she'd talk to him, but never for long. She was happy that her son was here, but also felt guilty that he had to come home just because she went off her meds again. Lucas denied her wrong assumptions and promised her that he had come here on his free will, that he wanted to be with her, but she still insisted that she was disrupting her son's life and being a burden to him like she was to his father. Lucas knew it was the depression and meds talking, but it still hurt.

When Lucas left his mother's room with tears in his eyes, Jens decided it was enough for the day. Taking care of someone didn't mean allowing them to disturb your own mental health. You need to know when to take some space from them, even if it's just for a few hours.

Back at Lucas', Jens made them dinner while Lucas took a shower. He was a terrible cook so pastas will have to do - not that there was a lot of options to cook with in the pantries and fridge. Ten minutes later, Lucas came out of his shower and Jens brought the bowls of pastas to the living room.

''Talk to me. I need a distraction.''

''Okay...'' Jens racked his brain, trying to think of something to talk about when he remembered that he hadn't told Lucas about the move yet. ''My parents are separating. My mom, sister and I will be moving.''

By the look on his boyfriend's face, Jens realized he should have added more details in the first place. Now, Lucas must be thinking he's moving from Antwerp. He was supposed to distract him, not make him sadder. Well done, Jens...

He shook his head, swallowing his bite of pasta. ''I'm not changing school, don't worry. We are just moving to a new neighborhood where the apartments are cheaper.''

Relief washed over Lucas' face. ''Hopefully closer to mine.'' He smirked and Jens hummed.

They lived relatively close to each other, but they could be closer. Living closer would mean easily meeting up in the middle of the night when one of them couldn't fall asleep instead of texting or take the bus together to school.

''That would be nice, wouldn't it?''

Lucas nodded before snickering. ''As if we don't see each other almost every day already.''

Jens laughed. ''Wanna watch a movie?''

The brunet shrugged. ''If you want.''

''Any preferences?''

''No, you can choose.''

''You trust my movie taste? Be careful what you wish for. We might end up watching the Notebook or some other chick flick shit.''

A small smile curved on Lucas' lips for the first time since Friday and Jens took it as a win.

''I know I must not be fun to be around right now and this probably isn't the weekend you had planned, but I...I’m just not in the mood to do anything. All I can think about it my mom and-’’

Jens shook his head, understanding. ‘’It’s okay. I don’t mind. I like chill nights too. As long as I’m with you.’’

Lucas wrinkled his face in disgust. ‘’Ew. Don’t say that. I’m gonna vomit.’’

‘’You don’t like cheesy?’’

‘’No. Jens?’’ He hummed in response, but didn’t budge. ’’You might think that you aren’t helping, but you are. By making sure I get enough sleep, eat and don’t get stuck in my head too much. You distract me with movies and cuddles - lots of cuddles. All of this helps me a lot, I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.’’

''Look who's the cheesy one, now!''

''Shut up. This was supposed to be cute, but you ruined it...''

Monday, March 9th

Goodbyes, even temporary ones, always hurt.

Jens’ arms were around Lucas, holding him tight, dreading the moment they’ll have to part. If it hadn't been for his mother’s request, Jens would’ve stayed longer, but Fenna wasn’t too happy to learn that her son had left the country without any warnings and skipped school. She understood the situation, sending well wishes to Lucas and his mom, but still wanted him to come home.

Lucas sighed, sad blue eyes looking at Jens. ‘’I don’t want you to go.’’

Give it to Jens and Lucas to make their departures dramatic and seem like they were parting for war when it was only a couple days. They had been standing at the train station for half an hour, clinging to each other and being one of those couples.

‘’I don’t want to either, but I can’t disobey my mom. She’s already mad that I left without warning. Lucky for me, she loves you or else I’d be grounded for weeks.’’

Lucas smiled before pushing his face in Jens’ shirt, not caring that he was behaving like a baby at the train station. ‘’I’ll miss you,’’ he said quietly.

‘’That’s why I gave you my hoodie. It’ll feel like I’m with you when you close your eyes,’’ Jens explained. He kissed Lucas’ temple, his face hidden from view.

‘’I still prefer the real thing...’’

‘’Me too,’’ Jens agreed. ‘’But, it’ll have to do for now.’’

A voice echoed through the station, warning travelers of the trains that will be leaving soon and, sadly for them, Jens’ train was in the list. Lucas recognized the number and clutched the back of his boyfriend’s shirt, refusing to let go.

''My train is here,'' Jens announced, trying remove Lucas's grip from him but also not wanting to part either.

Tuesday, March 10th

After dinner, Jens sat on the floor, surrounded by the mess of his bedroom. He was folding and packing clothes, getting ready for the move when a text from Lucas came in and distracted him, abandoning the pile of clothes.

Lucas: I don’t know when I’ll come back

Jens: That’s okay. Take your time. Your mom needs you. I’ll be here waiting ❤

Lucky for him, his mom was there to keep her children on track with the packing. They were moving the following Friday and the whole house had to be packed up. It was a small delay, but doable if everyone helped.

''Have you started packing yet?''

''Yes.''

Fenna looked around the room and raised an eyebrow, not seeing much progress since she last came here to check - which was two hours ago. ''Quit talking to Lucas and pack your bedroom, it won't pack itself. Even Lotte has started putting her toys in boxes.''

Jens frowned, raising his eyes from his phone. ''How do you know it's Lucas I'm talking to? Why not Robbe or Moyo?''

''Because you have that smile on your face when you talk to him. Others might not notice it, but I'm your mom. I see these things.''

A light blush coated his cheeks.

Jens: Gotta get back to packing...😞

Lucas: 🥺

Jens: We'll facetime tonight, okay?

Lucas: I'll wait for your call. Love you ❤

Friday, March 13th

A mix of laughters and shoutings filled Jens' bedroom as the four boys battled at video games. They were in the middle of a heated competition between Jens and Moyo when the doorbell went off, forcing them to pause the game.

Jens handed the controller to Robbe, being the only trustable person out of them, and went downstairs to answer the door. A confused frown and a wide grin shared space on Jens’ face, surprised to see his boyfriend on the other side.

''What the-''

''Missed me?'' Lucas asked, a small grin on his lips, interrupting Jens.

Jens' grin broadened and he pulled Lucas into a hug after getting him inside, shutting the door behind. Lucas returned the embrace, snaking his arms behind Jens' neck, missing the closeness of his boyfriend.

''What are you doing here? You couldn’t get away from me for long, uh?’’ Jens teased instead of pointing out Lucas’ tired look, the bags under his eyes looking darker than at the train station on Monday.

Lucas rolled his eyes. ‘’Yeah, I missed your pretty face too much.’’ He squished Jens’s cheeks with his hand, making him pull a fishy face, and laughing at how ridiculous he looked.

‘’I knew it, you can’t get enough of me.’’ Smug look on his face, Jens leaned in to kiss Lucas.

Sooner than usual, Jens’ tongue pushed past Lucas’ lips and Lucas slipped his hands under Jens’ shirt, feeling the warm skin under the grey cotton, catching a soft sigh of content from the taller boy.

They hadn’t had a lot of occasions to kiss more than a quick peck since last Friday and it felt good to share a longer kiss. The weekend had been emotionally difficult for Lucas and his head wasn’t in a mood to make out despite having the house to themselves all weekend.

For a moment, the two boys almost forgot that they were standing in Jens’ entry.

Lucas pulled away, but kept his hands on Jens. ‘’I’m only here for the night, I’m going back tomorrow morning. I came to pick up a few things from my dad’s...and see you.’’

Jens hummed and leaned to kiss Lucas again when loud arguing was heard from upstairs, catching Lucas' attention and making him frown.

''You're having people over?’’ he questioned, feeling bad for taking Jens away from his guests. ‘’I can come back later if-''

Jens shrugged. ''It’s just the boys. We were playing video games. Come.’’

Lucas toed off his shoes and let Jens pull him upstairs.

As they got closer to Jens’ bedroom Lucas’ stomach knotted, worried Jens’ friend will ask questions after the way he left last week at the party. He never gave them an explanation and he was hoping Jens hadn’t told them what happened to his mom. He might be okay to share this personal information with Jens and his own close friends like Kes, Isa and Ralph, but he didn’t want everyone to know.

‘’Now we know why he was taking so long to come back,’’ Aaron pointed out when he saw Lucas behind Jens.

Jens flipped him off and went to the empty spot on his bed, pulling Lucas onto his lap, taking advantage of having limited seating space in his cardboard boxes filled bedroom.

Robbe handed Jens back the controller, ready to get back to the game.

''How are you gonna play with Lucas sitting on you like that? You can hardly see,'' Aaron pointed out.

Jens smirked, feeling confident. ''Don't worry, I can still beat your ass.''

#jens's season #van der stoffels #vds #lucas van der heijden #jens stoffels #wtfock #skam nl #vds fic #last chapter #i'm not entirely happy with the chapter but it's the best I could do right now #sorry for the LONG wait

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maxbernini · 3 years

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and vds isn’t even the superior non-canon vdh ship like did kes not dance shirtless with vdh and pull him closer?? did kes and isa not constantly radiate bisexual power couple vibes?? 😒

#honestly i love kes like i know he’s a season one jonas and all but he and isa had chemistry and he was v charming #if there were more vdh/kes fics than kieutou & mayla combined i wouldn’t even be that mad but vds is literally a crime #*

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if-music-be-the-food-of-love · 2 years

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2021 fic year in review 🌟

Not tagged but saw this and thought it would be fun.

Total Number Of Completed Works: 9, though one of them started in 2020

Total Word Count: 273,031 (how?)

Fandoms I’ve Written In: wtfock, skam nl, shadowhunters/tsc (started a buddie/911 fic but haven’t finished it)

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?: so much more than I expected. When I was finishing up the Color of Love, I thought I was done. I didn’t think I’d have any other ideas. Surprisingly, I did, and they’ve kept coming. It’s been such fun to keep writing.

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year? you all know it’s I Want it All, but I’ll say there’s a special place in my heart for A Study in Scarlet bc it’s inspired by a real life experience (also another dad!fic bc you know I’m a sucker for those).

Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year? I tried out a social media fic for VDS week. I was pretty happy with it.

Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year? Just keep writing and enjoying myself and hoping the ideas keep coming.

Most Popular Story Of The Year? Definitely I Want it All. Nothing comes close, but longevity helps.

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion: this one has two answers. I love Climb Every Mountain, but it’s definitely less popular than my other sobbe oneshots. There’s some cute banter in it that i love. And, we won’t talk about it, but I have a fic with only 8 kudos 😆. It’s very niche, a crossover crackship.

Most Fun Story To Write: I Want it All again, of course, bc that fic is my heart on a platter; BUT Loving the Alien was a blast to write bc it was Sander being Sander, and I just loved the whole idea.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story: ummmm, i plead...silence, but i know ppl have their guesses

Biggest Disappointment: not entirely sure what this is in relation to, but i’ll answer it with -> Yasmina’s season and the way they treated her, wtfock ending the way it did, the fandom dying out so fast bc we were all so heartbroken, knowing that things could be different. I’m grateful for everyone’s who’s still here, reading and writing and creating and enjoying what we love regardless.

Biggest Surprise: I wrote a Mature scene/chapter. 😳😳 I’m still in shock, but I’m also super proud of it. I’ve def started to expand my comfort zone.

My Favorite Part Of Fandom This Year: interacting with ppl and getting to know everyone! and all the incredibly intelligent, wonderful, funny, supportive people i’ve gotten the chance to speak to. y’all are really amazing

Tagging @thenerd10 @embeddedinmybrain @honeyandsinn @art3misjade @alstublieft @allforyoumylovely @letter-to-hermione and anyone else who wrote fic this year that’s interested. Please feel free to ignore!!!

#tagging game #bc I’m feeling nostalgic #and am still surprised I did all this

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pamouche · 3 years

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Thanks again @nbrook29 for tagging me, it was great fun to do it (I actually selected only the part that fit me) but if some of you writer/reader want to do it in full, here is the link. So I tag those who want to do it !

if you’re a reader:

a fic (or more) that you love to reread:

Paper rings by @wlwharrys #myfav

Everything by @foxsake5 especially this headcanon for Sobbe as parents

This one made me cry recently. by @problyshldntbewritingafanficnow

Trying something else by Lwritings

-> Robbe tops Sander for the first time.

You're my favorite person, Robin by @nbrook29

-> Sander introduces Robbe to his high school friends. Unfortunately, things don't go too well.

Not gonna lie all the fics by @ayellowcurtain but I have a problem with I'm taken, sorry I spend my time rereading it

-> drunk!Robbe can't believe Sander is his boyfriend.

we will only love each other as forever, when i live my dream by @honeyandsinn

-> a family trip to the supermarket is much sweeter than you'd think

recommend a story to your followers:

Tracing Time by @peaceoutofthepieces

-> how I would imagine the first week of a Sander season.

Carrying the Moon by @maade-of-stardust

-> Something happens at the beginning of their last year at the university. Sander takes a life-changing decision.

Wings to earn by @starryfreckles

-> After playing volleyball abroad for two years, Sander comes back home to fix his mistake of leaving in the first place, but Robbe isn't ready to forgive him.

Ace of hearts by @robbesdriesen

-> Academic Rivals!AU where Robbe and Sander haven’t been on the best terms since primary school, entwined between debate competitions and striving to beat the other. At least, that’s what they believed for so long, hiding their true feelings for one another behind a lock and key. It isn’t until their senior year of high school that things begin to unravel, and unravel they do.

tag an author you discovered recently:

Very recently it is @azozzoni. Go read !! It is written super well and this person is currently doing prompts on Sobbe, Elu, Vds, Nicotino...

tag someone who you’ve admired forever:

Literally all writers. I admire you all and all of your beautiful fics! I'd like to thank you all so much, one by one, will I ever succeed one day? Idk ahaha. But thanks a lot to you writers who read this post.

#I have many fics in mind but unfortunately I can't put them all :((#Also this is not a ranking #sobbe #wtfock #wtfam #sobbe fics

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an-sceal · 3 years

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Sleeping Sickness (Cobra Kai Fic)

Unfinished and abandoned, but going through this I can see seeds of each of the other stories/series I've written since then. This was written before I'd seen all of season 2, and any of season 3. I ultimately binned it because in my headcanon there's no way Johnny would have let Kreese be around his students if he'd at ALL recognized what he went through as abuse.

CW: vague mentions of child abuse, child s**ual abuse, s**ual assault

Johnny

He doesn’t remember the drive from his apartment- had he been at his apartment? Didn’t he come from the dojo? That’s not unusual, the autopilot, but moreso than it used to be. He hasn’t gotten behind the wheel loaded in months. Buzzed, which, yaddayadda, but not blind drunk. For a second he doesn’t know where he is, and then LaRusso’s perfect fucking life swims into focus and he groans.

Leaning against his steering wheel hurts too much, pulls things in places he can’t think about right now. Johnny opens his door and stumbles out of his car, winding up on his hands and knees when he can’t swing the low exit with anything approaching grace. LaRusso’s driveway has a crack in it, unavoidable in earthquake country, but it’s incongruous with the shadow of perfection cast by LaRusso’s house.

Johnny shouldn’t be here, but he doesn’t know how to leave.

You can leave anytime you want, Mr. Lawrence. I’m not keeping you here.

“Fuck you, old man.” Johnny pulls himself to his feet, running a hand through his hair. His clothes feel constricting, seams digging in, buttons chafing his skin, but they’re holding him in, keeping the world at least that much farther away from him.

Johnny stands on the front step and tries to make himself knock. Or he thinks he does.

He doesn’t remember.

Daniel

He and Amanda are sitting together on the couch in their pajamas, about to turn off the news and head to bed when both their phones ding with a motion alert from the front door camera. Daniel glances across the living room toward the foyer and sees that the light has come on over the front step. He goes to check it out, expecting to chase the Shermans corgi out of the bushes again, and finds Johnny Lawrence standing two feet from his front door.

Johnny’s hands are clenched into fists. Daniel would take it as a threat, but Johnny’s eyes aren’t tracking him, aren’t assessing a place to strike. He narrows his own, but the only thing he can smell is the wisteria and night blooming jasmine that climbs the trellis over their entry way.

He waits for Johnny to say something. And waits. He’s about to shut the door and go to bed when Amanda speaks. “Would you like to come in, Johnny?”

Daniel glances sideways at her, but she’s not looking at him, not even to scold him for his lacking manners. She’s got a pinch between her eyebrows that wasn’t there a moment ago.

He backs away from the door to make room, but nothing happens. He waves a hand into the house. Same. He glances at Amanda, and the tightness around her eyes has become a small frown. Daniel clears his throat softly.

“Hey man, are you okay?”

He doesn’t get an answer, but as Johnny brushes past him on the way into the house he can smell beer. At this point the man is probably 5% alcohol by volume whether he’s been drinking or not. There’s nothing sharp to the smell, nothing fresh or hinting at a brown bag with an empty bottle on this lawn.

Amanda has already led their guest into the living room by the time he’s done locking the door again. He takes a seat beside her on the sofa, Johnny at an angle on the loveseat across from them.

They wait again. Daniel is already thrumming with the low-grade buzz of whatever it is that gets under his skin every time he sees Johnny Lawrence, and in the late night silence it’s easy to pretend it’s annoyance.

“Are you going to say--”

Amanda puts her hand on his knee, just as Johnny cuts him off.

“Would you take my kids if I close the dojo?” Johnny’s voice is wrecked. He sounds like he’s been smoking a pack a day for 40 years, or come down with strep throat and tried to gargle it away with battery acid.

Daniel’s jaw clicks shut. He… What now?

“That sounds painful. Let me get you some water, at least.” Amanda slips away toward the kitchen, placing a hand lightly on Johnny’s shoulder as she goes. Johnny flinches.

Daniel meets his thousand-yard stare with suspicion, still trying to nail down what flavour of wasted this might be. Maybe it’s drugs, but he can almost imagine the denial, the pitch Johnny’s voice would take on. “I’m a drunk, asshole, not a junkie.”

“They need someone--” Johnny breaks off into a small coughing fit, grimacing, and Daniel is starting to wonder if he’s got consumption or something. That, or maybe he’s high, and this is all a scruffy blonde hallucination.

“They’ve got you,” he allows, because he’s too tired to make it sound like an insult.

Something changes in Johnny’s face, under the obvious bruising and around his bloodshot eyes. He gets sharper, somehow, more in focus. His breath stutters, jaw clenching before he winces and squeezes his eyelids closed. He shifts on the sofa, obviously trying to adjust to whatever injury he’s currently favouring, and that same wreck of a voice is so much more at home now, so in keeping with the defensive way he holds himself.

“Can’t do it. Need someone to keep them safe from Kreese.”

They aren’t friends or anything, but Daniel knows enough to see how much it costs Johnny to be there, to ask that, to admit to wanting any help at all. He suspects if it wasn’t for his kids, Johnny would slink off into the hills like a coyote.

Where the hell did Amanda go, anyway?

Johnny’s gaze has dropped to his own hands, and Daniel follows it. A few of his knuckles are bloodied, and one finger is darkly bruised. There’s something under his fingernails, but it could be anything. Daniel tells himself that firmly. It could be anything. It’s blood.

“He’ll hurt them,” Johnny rasps, his large hands working over each other without a care for the obvious injuries.

It’s only because Daniel is staring at Johnny’s hands that he notices the fine tremors rippling through his whole body.

Johnny

He knows he’s fucked up by coming here, to Daniel with his permanent and well-earned grudge. To Lady LaRusso and her sharp-eyed sympathy. He knows. They’re going to see through him, realize his failure and fix it, and then he’ll leave.

Nausea cramps at his stomach again when Amanda comes back from the kitchen and hands him a mug of tea. What is it with fucking tea? This stuff smells like weak ginger ale and grass, and Johnny has to press his other hand over his mouth to make sure he swallows back the bile that rises in his throat. His throat feels…

It feels like nothing. It’s all nothing. He can get through this.

The mug is hot, and it feels good against the finger he thinks might be dislocated, maybe broken. The tea scalds his skin when he shakes a little too obviously, and someone takes it away. Someone is talking to him. Someone is asking him things he doesn’t know the answers to. Is he okay? Fuck yeah, he’s awesome- it’s the rest of the world that sucks. Is he hurt? Nothing hurts because everything hurts, and anyway he can’t draw a deep enough breath to explain that.

People are talking to him, blue eyes, brown, and he just needs it to be nothing again, so he covers his face with his hands and tries to block it out. But that’s for pussies anyway, and nothing happened.

“Hey, hey, stop that.” LaRusso’s wrapping a hand around his wrist, gently, but not the gentle of something delicate. Gently, because he thinks Johnny is dangerous, a cornered animal about to bite. Which he is. He’s biting his hand, making a noise, Jesus fuck, what kind of man makes that noise?

The renewed taste of blood in his mouth is such a welcome relief that it almost calms the monster caught halfway between his gut and his throat, trying to claw its way out of his chest.

There’s a firm hand on his forehead, pushing his hair back. Amanda is sitting on the coffee table in front of him, directing his face so all he can see hers when she puts both her hands on his cheeks and makes everything go still for a second.

Daniel, Daniel fuckin LaRusso, who once kicked him in the face and ruined (saved maybe) his life, sits down next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders. And he fucking lets him.

Amanda presses against the sides of his face again, steady and trying to make him look at her. He does, for a second, before he gets fascinated by her earring and looks there instead.

“We’ll do yes or no for now, okay?”

He nods, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

“Is one of your students in trouble right now?”

They think he’d be here, if one of his kids was-- Johnny shakes his head.

“Do you need a doctor?”

Fucking people and their health insurance, like you can just go see a doctor any time you want. If he’s still pissing blood next week he’ll do a drop in at the Planned Parenthood and pretend he thinks he’s got VD.

His throat tightens at the thought, then his stomach, and he tries to tell them he’s going to puke. He must manage something, verbal or not. LaRusso shoves some fancy ass decorative bowl under his face, and Johnny drools into it like a dog who ate grass. His body wars- stomach wanting to expel, throat too swollen to allow it, and his lungs and ribs caught somewhere between, stabbing him with every hitching attempt to get a handle on himself.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” The last thing he should want are hands on him. He should be fighting. He should be, but he’s already lost tonight. He’s lost.

Johnny throws up in Daniel LaRusso’s stupid bowl, on his stupid couch, in his stupid house. Daniel’s stupid warm hand is on his back, rubbing gentle circles between his shoulders. Daniel’s beautiful wife is petting his hair. He thinks he maybe got blood on her robe.

The last heave feels like it tears something in his abdomen, and he welcomes the fresh, white-hot pain. It doesn’t erase the rest, but he’s a body built for endurance. This, at least is something real to live through, not some pansy panic attack.

After a minute the bowl disappears, and he swallows the noise he makes when the warmth at his side goes with it. Amanda holds the mug up for him to drink from, and he doesn’t even take it from her, just swallows and pretends it’s not the second most disgusting thing he’s had in his mouth tonight.

Her attention is all on setting the mug on the table next to her when Johnny manages to grind out what he came here for. “It was just supposed to be me. But he’ll pick favorites again.”

The clear-eyed horror on her face is instant, and he wants to apologize, to make her understand that it was supposed to be safe. That it’s his fault Kreese did those things, his fault he let it happen, his fault he was weak and needy and made a grown man want him those ways. Johnny is the problem. His kids were never supposed to be involved.

Amanda tries to touch his face again, but he jerks away. He’d let her before, but now he realizes she might have rested her fingers on the filth smeared all over him, that he brought that here, to them, these people who owe him nothing and don’t even really like him. He’s a carrier, a plague rat. And all he can do is try to keep Miguel and the rest of them safe from the disease that’s been in him since the first time his sensei told him he was good and he knew he’d do anything to keep feeling that way.

“Is he still…” She always has the right words, but she’s clearly at a loss for how to ask someone who punches everything that pisses him off if he’s such a pussy that an old man is giving him the bad touch.

The numb reality settles over him, so much colder than before. He hit his knees like he was 14 again, swallowed John Kreese’s poison like a willing little bitch. “He swore it was just me, that he’d never-- that I’d always made him-- They weren’t part of it. I did what he wanted.”

The sound of glass shattering against LaRusso’s million dollar tile floor doesn’t even make him flinch.

Daniel

Daniel sweeps up the glass carefully, watching the upstairs hallway to make sure neither of the kids comes down. By the time he’s got everything in the trash, he’s pretty sure he didn’t wake them. From the kitchen, he can see Johnny hunched miserably on the loveseat, and Amanda perched next to him, one hand on his shoulder. She’s speaking, but he can’t hear what she’s saying.

He’s surprised he can hear anything at all, when the rush of blood to his head is still pounding in his ears. His mind is spinning a million scenarios, each more disturbing than the last, and it’s fucking him up on a fundamental level that his grounding point is the knowledge that Johnny goddamn Lawrence would probably throw himself in front of a bullet to protect one of his students. Daniel doesn’t understand how that can co-exist with the way he allowed Kreese into his dojo, even supervised.

Don’t you, though? He might be three decades older, and Terry Silver hasn’t emerged from the shadows to twist him up again, but the knowledge that a mentor could use you against your own better judgement isn’t all that hard to recall. For the millionth time, he wishes he could talk to Mr. Miyagi.

Then again, Mr. Miyagi wasn’t some kind of mystic. He was just an old man who’d seen a lot more pain and life than Daniel. The single most important thing Mr. Miyagi had given him was kindness in the face of his own anger and self-doubt. It wasn’t an ancient karate secret-- it was just compassion. Humanity.

At the end of the day, sharing that with Johnny couldn’t be that hard, could it?

#cobra kai fanfic #unfinished/abandoned #cw: past child abuse #cw: assault #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #amanda larusso

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just-barrow · 4 years

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It seems to have been a while since anyone made a Thommy fic rec list, so I thought I’d start with a seasonally appropriate one. Here be ghosts, vampires, zombies, and other supernatural shenanigans!

Massive thanks to everyone who helped out with this. I got so many suggestions that I didn’t have the time to read all of them myself, but I have faith in this fandom’s good taste ;) please feel free to reblog or comment with your own recommendations!

Now without further ado, have some spooky Thommy times!

Completed:

Hauntsverse - Haunts (Explicit, 50k) // The Enchanted Life of Thomas Barrow (Explicit, 77k) // Domestic Life (Explicit, 8k) by Are:

Strange apparitions descend upon Downton Abbey, rearranging furniture and lives- and, in the midst of it all, Thomas Barrow and Jimmy Kent begin to unravel their own mysteries.

Voodoo by Are:

voo·doo (vd) n. pl. voo·doos 2. A charm, fetish, spell, or curse holding magic power for adherents of voodoo. 4. Deceptive or delusive nonsense. tr.v. voo·dooed, voo·doo·ing, voo·doos To place under the influence of a spell or curse; bewitch. (General, 2k)

AFIRE by Are:

Jimmy has a very strange ability. Thomas discovers it. Together, they try to work it out. (Mature, 17k)

The Gentleman’s Survival Guide For The Zombie Apocalypse by crocodileinterior:

Thomas Barrow/Jimmy Kent- modern / zombie apocalypse AU. There is candlelit dinners and long walks through the woods and the slaughter of walking corpses that are trying to eat their brains. All very romantic, I’m sure you’ll agree. (Mature, 15k)

Things That Go Bump In The Night by CosmicZombie:

In which Jimmy is stubborn, Thomas is sexually frustrated, and Alfred takes on the (unintentional) role of cupid. (Mature, 5k)

The Monster by flippyspoon:

O'Brien is Igor. Dreams are weird. (Mature, 2k)

In His Shoes by afewreelthoughts:

“What, Jimmy? You’d never believe in magic?” (Mature, 3k)

The Knight of Cups by afewreelthoughts:

As Jimmy Kent awaits devastating news following his tryst with Lady Anstruster, he begs Thomas to visit a fortune-teller. (General, 1k)

A Ghost Story by thegirlwiththemouseyhair:

Thomas Barrow fell in love with Edward Courtenay while serving as a medic at the Downton Cottage Hospital during the Great War. Years later, Lieutenant Courtenay falls in love with Thomas when Thomas is back in that same hospital. But Lieutenant Courtenay killed himself in 1917, which complicates matters, as does the rival he finds in Jimmy Kent… (Teen And Up, 37k)

Whenever I feel afraid/ I hold onto my erection/ And whistle a happy tune/ And that is my protection/ Against being afraid by Pastache:

Thomas and Jimmy watch a ‘spook tale’. (Explicit, 4k)

Trick or Treat by Jembu23:

Thomas loved Halloween; the decorations, the costumes, the changing fall colors. It had been a while since he had dressed up and actually gone trick or treating, let alone going to any sort of halloween party. He never really did a costume anymore, but Thomas still loved Halloween. This Halloween, he meets a Trick or Treater that gives him one hell of a treat. (Mature, 2k)

In Another Man’s Skin by dragons_in_the_north:

Well. There were no marks on Jimmy’s throat, at least. But more worryingly, it wasn’t his throat, not really. The reflection staring back at him was a tall, broad-shouldered man, his pale skin practically glowing in the pre-dawn gloom. Sharp cheekbones thrown into shadow, hair falling fetchingly across his eyes, lips red even in the half-light, dark bristles peeking out from the collar of his undershirt—

He wrenched his gaze away from the glass, fixing his eyes on a blank patch of wall as he took several long, deep breaths.

This was certainly a… complication. (Mature, 11k)

i can’t be gay till he comes back by tommythetommo:

Over a few spooky shenanigans, Jimmy’s attraction to a certain under-butler grows (and Thomas’ persists). (Not Rated, 10k)

Forever Tuesday Morning by irrationalgame:

Without you my life’s gonna be Forever Tuesday morning - The Mockers

A period time-loop set somewhere after Season 3. (Teen and Up, 34k)

Bad Dreams? by irrationalgame:

Jimmy encounters something in the attic, Thomas tells ghost stories, and other spooky goings on at Downton! (Teen And Up, 3k)

Supernatural Comfort by irrationalgame:

Thomas makes the ultimate sacrifice. (General, 900)

Supernatural Problems by irrationalgame:

Jimmy makes a wish. Things get weird. (General, 3k)

Too Spooky! by irrationalgame:

Thomas and Jimmy to to a Halloween funfair. Jimmy gets a fright. Thomas gets a surprise. (Teen and Up, 2k)

A Way Through by dancing_satyr:

Downton hosts a séance and skeptical Thomas Barrow gets far more than he bargained for. (Teen And Up, 10k)

Siren by ThisThatAndTheOther:

Jimmy’s strange behaviour after an accident proves to be dangerous for Thomas. (Not Rated, 8k)

The End of All Our Exploring Will Be Not To Arrive Where We Started by ThisThatAndTheOther:

Modern era AU. Jimmy and the gang think it’s a good idea to perform black magic without having any idea what they’re doing. Halfway to crack. (General, 6k)

The Haunting of Thomas Barrow by Riotstar:

The memory faded, flames licking at the edges of the picture, of Thomas sat alone in the hall while his parents fought over him again. He sat ringed in flame until he was a boy no more, but instead a grown man, now staring up at the coldly beautiful face of the Turkish gentleman. He was smiling, holding out a hand to Thomas, who reached for it, but as soon as the fingers of his undamaged palm brushed Pamuk's, the hand was snatched away. (Mature, 4k)

Things that go Bump in the Night by Riotstar

His blissful solitude was interrupted by a loud thud, followed by the sound of something breaking, and an even louder "fuck!". Thomas sighed and stubbed out his cigarette. (Teen and Up, 1k)

Uncompleted:

Charme de Lune by camaelczarka:

In the summer of 1922, rumors spread of wolves near Downton. (Mature, 19k)

Downton of the Dead by irrationalgame:

When Jimmy decides to creep downstairs for a midnight snack, he nearly ends up as one himself. So begins a series of strange events at Downton Abbey! (Mature, 18k)

Creatures of London by gwdihw:

Supernatural / Horror AU. Jimmy is still working for Lady Anstruther when a chance meeting with a mysterious man called Thomas causes him to be hunted by an unknown monster. (Mature, 7k)

In The Fade by LinkWorshiper:

While Thomas is in New York with Lord Grantham, strange dreams start to plague Jimmy on a regular basis, keeping him unable to sort which ghosts are real or imagined. Soon, it becomes evident that Thomas himself might be the only one who knows anything about the things Jimmy never dared to believe. (Mature, 92k)

A Creature at Downton by i-live-for-television:

Jimmy has finally forgiven Thomas and is ready to start a new friendship with him. But when a new and possibly dangerous Valet begins working at Downton, Jimmy realizes that he cares a lot more for Thomas than he originally thought. (Mature, 12k)

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