Cleothare
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"Kakashi knew all sorts of ways to downplay his tragedies, as Guy knew all sorts of ways to hear the truth."
Kakashi finds Guy after a mission gone wrong and Guy helps in what ways he can.
She’s heavy, y’all.
I wrote this bc I wanted more KakaGai, but (so far) have left it out of it. This can be read as a friendship fic.
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Over the years Crowley learns he can sleep in Aziraphale's presence, and Aziraphale learns Crowley does a tongue-blep when he sleeps. Just... this is just lots of fluff and cute.
Some relationship undertones, but can be read as platonic relationship fodder too. Pick your poison.
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A collection of mini fics, all Good Omens, fulfilled for (what I managed, lol!) for Whumptober/Fictober 2020.
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A Headache of a Different Kind by Cleothare
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
12 Jul 2019
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Tony gets a migraine that sneaks up on him. Small vignette with Steve, and then Clint is the hero. Just lots of hurt/comfort.
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Kakashi accidentally flirts with Gai while out as Sukea. It's great, it's amazing, and it's a little terrifying because Kakashi did NOT know that he was head over heels for Gai?? But now Gai is falling for Sukea (and not Kakashi), and Kakashi doesn't know what to do. What constitutes as lying, really, if he doesn't let it get far enough along that it becomes awkward?
Fluff.
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Things have been good, lately.
Trinity has been good. She likes going to work—likes the thrill of particularly difficult cases, likes the easy back-and-forth she’s starting to build with her coworkers, even likes arguing with Langdon. She likes her little apartment and she likes that she gets to share it with Dennis. (It’s way cleaner, now, and she eats real food half the time. And she has something to do in the evenings other than think about everything she’s lost).
Things have been good.
She should’ve fucking known what would happen if she let her guard down.
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Trinity is cornered on her way home from work. She gets out of it with a stab wound and a whole new wave of old trauma. (And of course, her least favorite coworker is the only one there to talk her down.)
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15 Feb 2026
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Sometimes your past comes back to haunt you in ways that give your coworkers and crush far too much comedy material. If only the ambulance would be kind enough to run you over.
Attending!Reader, SmallTown!Reader
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14 Feb 2026
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“Ah, John. There you are.”
His mother’s tone is the rubber band snap of a corporate manager closing a deal, and she barely throws him a glance as she adjusts the brooch on her cardigan, eyes glued instead to her own reflection. John half leans against the doorway, so many years of being forbidden from entering his parents’ room keeping him glued to the threshold.
“Are you ready for this evening?”
A gala. A real, extravagant gala with gallons of expensive alcohol that John can't drink with his meds, and hundreds of interrogative faces that scrunch in pity whenever he catches them staring.
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A week after John's released from the hospital, his parents throw a ball.
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30 Jan 2026
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"John, hey. What's up, man?"
But it isn't Carter's voice that greets him on the other end of the line. "Hi, Dr. Benton. It's Chuny from County."
"Hi, Chuny," he replies, unease settling over him even as the memory of the nurse's contagious smile floods his mind. "What's going on?"
A beat. Chuny lowers her voice. "It was Carter's first day back."
Or, Carter's first day back at work after his transplant is a bit more challenging than he expected.
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18 Jan 2026
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It was nice that he was glad to be back. She was so glad that he was. Because she liked him, despite the rumors. She liked his - their - stupid jokes. And she knew, already, that she would take just about any orders he gave her, whether they were signed as Dr. Langdon or otherwise. She trusted him. She had only known him for fifteen hours, if you ignored the 10-month gap, and she still trusted him. She didn’t trust a lot of people.
So she took ten minutes. And when she went out onto the floor eleven minutes later, feeling pressure at the back of her head, part of her wished it was still his hand.
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17 Jan 2026