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Underneath

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One Last Time

Hey friend! Sorry, I fell asleep the other night writing the response to this, so I forgot about it. Oopsies.

Underneath: Around her crew, Kathryn Janeway wears the mask of command like a badge of honor. But who is she when it gets stripped away?

Premise: This is the Stranger Things x Supernatural Fusion lol

“Chrissy?” Dropping the bag in his hand to a counter, Eddie approaches the girl cautiously and raises his hands. He doesn’t quite touch her as he leans to one side, inspecting her vacant stare. “I don’t like this, Chrissy.”

Unresponsive, eyes rolled back, unexpected behavior - shit. Uncle Wayne warned him about this.

Eddie steps back to shuffle through the drawer closest to the door, nearly yanking the thing out entirely in his haste. Where is it? Where is it? His fingers brush against the small bottle and he snatches it out with the little slip of paper attached to it.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” he prays his pronunciation is as good as Wayne always said it was, but neither that nor the holy water seem to have any effect on the girl who starts lifting into the air as the lights flickers. Abandoning the exorcism, he racks his brain for what his Uncle told him and almost literally feels every lesson slipping through his fingers.

Fuck, he never wanted to go on his Uncle’s hunts because they were dangerous for newbies and his uncle wants him to have his childhood, but now he wishes he had because any practice dealing with this shit face to face with back up would really be helpful right now.

Thank you so much for the title, Merry!!!! <3 <3

Listen tho..... listen. This? This right here? Sleep curse. Part of me wants to be a sap and lean into the whole "true love's kiss" thing but another part of me wants to send Jaskier on his own adventure and lean into the bamf!Jask trope cause honestly, that's what we all deserve.

That doesn't mean though that they're not gonna smooch? Who do you take me for? Also There may be snippets of dream sharing? Idk I kinda like this element of Jaskier not 100% what to do at certain points or getting turned around looking for something and him talking to Geralt in his dreams and he starts to learn to actually listen to them. Oooh.... Oh, I like this :3

A snippet for you, my darling:

Jaskier huffed as he came to the top of the steep incline, Roach trailing behind him, her back laden with their sleeping witcher. He stopped at the very crest where the path widened and the near ruins of Kaer Morhen unfolded out beneath them. It would be the safest place to keep Geralt until Jaskier could figure out how to wake him.

He hoped that maybe one of the other witchers would be able to solve this little problem and Jaskier could apologize properly.

His chest tightened. He knew the moment Geralt woke up again from this curse or poison or what ever it was, would be the same moment that their paths would probably part for good.

This screams break up fic👁👁

Maxiel break up fic

i'd rather watch my kingdom fall, i want it all or not at all

title: i'd rather watch my kingdom fall, i want it all or not at all

synopsis: todoroki enji has made it. he made it, he finally has all might under his heels, the world at his knees. he made it. he is finally, finally number 1.

he feels delirious. he feels drunk with it. he feels the heat of his flames burning everything up, enveloping the entire country, burning everyone alive. he finally has what he wants, and what he wants is to be on the top.

but why isn't everyone cheering for him? why is that, that when he looks behind him he sees the sneers of villains, feels their grimy hands pat him on the shoulder in a congratulatory manner? why is that when he looks forward, he sees his own children ready to attack him, to take him down? why isn't anyone cheering, why isn't anyone bowing to their new number one hero, why aren't they shouting their name in joy, instead of whispering it in fear?

Our Final Requiem

If all I ever dreamed was her, would it be love?

A painful Jax recovery. Night terrors and nightmares, Casey climbing on his lap to calm him, and his dad in the next bedroom listening to his son scream in his sleep.

Weeks rolling by with Jax filling out the mood tracker his sister designed, with the routine he developed with his therapist to structure him after years of answering whims. Jax writing, bad day, bad day, shit day, fine day.

Jax confessing to his therapist that he doesn't know his own emotions well anymore, because they all fell away when he had to keep his family safe.

Spaghetti and other fancy things