(Canon rewrite where Mike is the one comforting El in the bathroom after the sauna test.) His eyes lower to her neck, to the reddening bruise that wraps around her throat; it's ugly and unflattering, a reminder of what can happen when her strength is matched. But she's been waiting for it, waiting for him to see it and see her. She wants him to tell her she's beautiful anyway.

(High school AU.) 17-year-old Mike Wheeler has never had much luck with girls he's interested in, but he's not helpless. In order to make some cash, Mike writes romantic love letters for money. It's completely harmless and nobody suspects a thing. But everything goes to shit when he gets paid to write a letter to his best friend, the girl he's totally in love with: El Hopper.

(Prompt: Softness and stomachache.) "I came to see you." El explains, "To maybe sleepover, like last week? But…" It's almost an ache; tightening around her organs and replacing her lungs with butterflies, shaky and nervous and fluttering against her insides. Mike smiles, "We can do that."

(Prompt: Christmas & presents.) "What are you thinking about?" Mike asks her. (Your hair. Your face. That soft hand-knitted blanket upstairs and the sweater you wore a few years ago.) [It's Christmas, and all El wants is one of Mike's sweaters.]

(Prompt: Birthday.) "Make a wish," Mike says, right corner of his lips turning up to form a crooked smile. It's endearing and soft, and El wonders — for all of maybe four seconds because that's all the time she'll allow herself — what she's going to wish for. (You. Home, she thinks.)

(Prompt: Reunion fic.) He had no way of knowing, she reminds herself. He'd vanished into thin air, disappeared into oblivion before she could even steal a final look at him. "I have her." She tells him, comforting, "And you've got me."

(Prompt: Mike discovering a scar that El has from her time in the lab.) Mike spreads his fingers out across her skin, palm flat against the smooth dip between her shoulder-blades, "Is that okay?" It should be impossible for someone, some person, to feel precious, to feel soft. But she does; is soft to his touch in a way that's absolutely singular and entirely her own.

(Prompt: "basorexia" & "That's a lot of blood".) He reaches forward on instinct, running his hands through her hair, fingers slipping through her curls in adoration, "I can't get mad at you for wanting your dad back." (She hopes that maybe, if anything at all, she'll always have him. Hope is all she's ever had.)

(Prompt: "selcouth" and a mutual "I love you".) This is only a temporary bruise — one he keeps pressing and pressing on until it worsens, hurting him more and more by the hour. But he likes to watch as its color changes, as it gradually fades until his skin is alabaster and freckle-riddled and his own. He can handle a little pain. He's handled a broken heart before.

If you ask him to describe what rain smells like, Mike won't be able to. But he can explain in detail how wet tree bark feels when you lean against it, and what a rain-soaked t-shirt feels like against his skin. He could go on for hours about the taste of November rain on his lips as thunder follows him home, a stranger's hands clutching at his shoulders for support. [Drabble.]

(Prompt. One-shot.) She's flushed cheeks from fatigue or the warm summer air, Mike isn't sure which. She's brown curls with sunkissed highlights, pink lips chapped from too much time in the sun and a lack of chapstick. She's all hazel eyes and baggy borrowed shirts, polychrome and sweetness, and Mike Wheeler is absolutely smitten.

El Hopper is surprised to find herself the center of attention when — after forgetting her cell phone in the locker rooms — her private texts with a contact known only as 'Waffle Boy' are posted all over the school. It doesn't take long for rumors to start spreading, and soon enough everybody is trying to unmask her mystery boyfriend. / Longer summary inside. (Three-shot.)

(Prompt./Aged-up characters.) Mike can all but watch in awe as she threads her fingers through his own, placing the palm of his right hand across her lower abdomen. "I'm late, Mike."

(Prompt: Raindrops on eyelashes and the creak of leather.) The last thing she expects to see that night is a rain-soaked, sobbing seventeen-year-old boy stood on her front doorstep. But he's there; her boyfriend with the unruly hair, her favorite person, her Mike Wheeler.

(Prompt: Red wine-stained lips.) The deep red liquid continues sloshing around in his glass, a couple of droplets trickling down over the rim where Mike's lips had just been pressed. (Suddenly, she wishes she were made of glass; fragile and pure and kissed by one Mike Wheeler.)

(Paperman AU. Oneshot.) When down-on-his-luck Mike Wheeler meets the girl of his dreams by chance, he crafts a fleet of paper airplanes in order to catch her attention.

(Prompt. Oneshot.) When Mike sneakily hides mistletoe all over their apartment, El only has one question: why bother?

(Standalone oneshot.) Meet-cute AU: He's stacking shelves the first time he sees her — the cute girl with the curly hair and a love of Eggo waffles. A week later, she becomes the sole owner of Mike Wheeler's whole heart. Then all it takes is an embarrassing run-in and a Christmas song, and suddenly they're soulmates.

Nothing is going to stop him from seeing her — his girl with the gentle smile and unruly curls. He's always going to return home to her; or at least, for as long as it takes for them to build a home together. ("Long distance" prompt for Mileven week.)

Juno AU: Facing an unplanned pregnancy, seventeen-year-old Jane 'El' Hopper is determined to make the most of a bad situation. All she needs is her best friend Max, her accidental baby daddy Mike, and a nice couple to adopt the kid she's carrying.

(Standalone oneshot.) Florist AU: For nine days straight, he comes into the store. And every time, he leaves with just one rose and another piece of her heart. On the tenth day, she understands why.

(Standalone, AU oneshot.) With a storm heading his way, college kid Mike Wheeler plans on having a quiet weekend. But his plans are thwarted when, by chance, he finds a strange girl out on his balcony; sporting only an 'I Heart Indianapolis' t-shirt and a set of wings. Offering her a towel and taking her in was one thing - but then she started talking about angels and soulmates...

(Prompt./Sequel to "Don't Stand So Close to Me".) There's nothing accidental about their third kiss. Max is ready to go, Lucas is unsuspecting... Everything's perfect.

In which El tries a banana milkshake, Mike's totally enamored, and Dustin narrates their date - much to Mike's annoyance. (Drabble.)

(Prompt.) It wasn't so much a kiss as it was a full-body collision that resulted in his feet tripping, his lips falling straight onto hers, and their friends cackling in the background.

When El decides she wants to go camping with Mike, Hopper isn't exactly thrilled with the idea. Luckily for her, Mike is on hand with a pretty sweet compromise: rather than risking her safety out in the woods, they can set up camp in his backyard — blanket fort and fairy lights included. (Stories From Summer '85)

Drabble. "What's that behind your back?" El asks. It's definitely not a magic trick. (It totally is.)

Headcanon: When she was little, they'd given her buckled shoes and plain pinafores. When she was old enough, all she was given was a medical gown and a pair of underwear. Never in that time was she given a pair of lace-up shoes, much less taught how to actually tie shoelaces. Once he discovers this, Mike can't help but take it upon himself to teach her.

(Prompt: Mike and Eleven in an apocalyptic AU.) Unable to communicate with anyone due a broken walkie, Eleven can only listen in as Mike radios her every day and night, pleading for her to answer his call. Some three-hundred days later, she finally returns to him - their friends and family long gone.

Drabble. The Party gather in the local diner to help El try out some new foods. Queue the milkshake-dunked french fries and awful onion ring breath.

Prompt: When his pet fish is dying, Will and the rest of the party have to decide which one of them will commit the unholiest of acts: flushing it down the toilet. Evidently, the only one with the balls to put the poor thing out of its misery is El.

But El had smiled, and she'd kissed his cheek with sticky lips, and Mike had been a total goner. [Petrichor: a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.]

A virtual nobody on the high school food chain, Mike Wheeler's world is rocked when new girl El Hopper shows up wearing tube socks and Converse, and her voice is quite possibly the sweetest sound he's ever heard. Only problem is, she's jock bait, and he's seemingly not got a chance in hell with her.

Prompt: "I need a hug." His face is anything but comforting, he knows. Well, shit. What does she want?

Prompt: "I haven't slept in four days." In which Dan comes back from a work trip, Amy's a total mess, and their apartment smells like absolute shit.

Prompt: "We can't do that here." Elizabeth would beg to differ.

Prompt: Amy wears heels to try and lessen the difference in height in her relationship, but Dan isn't having it.

They were lying in bed, comfortably gazing into each other's eyes with their foreheads pressed together. Everything is perfectly calm, silent... until she sneezes and he falls from the bed in surprise. "Wheeler," Hopper's voice rings through the doorway, "Keep your germs out of my house."

It's not that he's mad, it's just… He hadn't exactly been aware of his girlfriend's 'total honesty' policy with her father. She wasn't supposed to tell Hopper things like… like that. Or, okay, maybe she was. Point is, Hopper's totally gonna kill him now.

Fifteen-year-old Mike Wheeler has mastered the art of sneaking into his girlfriend's bedroom in the middle of the night. He hides his bike around the back, she opens the window without moving a muscle; it's easy. But then hands start wandering, and books get knocked over, and Hopper's only slightly amused.

"You own my heart." - To be told she's been given his heart to hold is a daunting, beautiful thing.

She's quite clearly holding back a grin now, her cheeks all pink and puffy. The corners of her mouth turn up, a smile branding her lips, and Mike can't help but copy her once he's come to his senses, "Why are you kicking me?" (Prompt: One of them keeps snoring, and the other continuously kicks them to wake them up.)

For her eighteenth birthday, El has decided that she wants to get her '011' tattoo covered up, but she can't seem to settle on a new design. The party's ideas suck for the most part, but when Mike nervously suggests she get the word 'promise' written over the ink, El can't help but find it a perfect fit. Only thing is, she wants him to do it, too. "You have to do it, too, Mike."

When they're thirteen, Hopper doesn't worry much when he catches them locked in an embrace by the front door. It lasts a little while longer than it should but it doesn't trouble him. Things change as they get older, though. But, when they're twenty-three, and they build a home, Hopper no longer has anything to worry about.

In which Amy's pregnant, and Dan already has a plan mapped out for them. - If she's in this for the long haul, then he will be, too. If she's keeping this baby (his baby), then he's keeping her close by. If she's ready for this, for change, for restless nights and shitty diapers at two o'clock in the fucking morning, then he'll join her. They fucked, and now they're fucked.

It's a surprise when he appears one day, heart beating anew beneath his chest, standing ashore with their son at his side; but it's not unwelcome. How could it be, when she has spent the last ten years awaiting his return? How could her him returning to her, for once and for all, ever be anything but a reward for twenty years of her unwavering care and devotion? DMTNT Spoilers.

AU: In a hopeless search for her Grandma's house, Sansa thinks she's run into trouble when she crosses a white wolf in the forest. Instead of harming her, the animal guides her to his master, a handsome warrior named Jon who lives in solitude in the woods. He agrees to take her there, but snows fall heavily and evil lurks behind frozen trees, making this no easy feat.

Dark AU: The killing gets her adrenaline going; the first bite of her teeth sinking into someone's neck. But it's the blood she wipes from her husband's mouth and licks from his skin that turns her on, transforms her from a woman into a murderer. She enjoys it a little too much. (Explicit)

AU: Spending some alone time in her family's country home over winter break, Sansa is disturbed when she begins hearing sudden loud bangs and strange whispers coming from behind closed doors. Making matters worse, she is unable to get through to any family member, and must rely upon her older brother's best friend Jon to help her out, despite their past and clashing personalities.

Rapunzel/Tangled AU: Locked away for eighteen years by a witch, long-haired Sansa finally gets a chance at freedom when a charming thief who seeks refuge in her tower agrees to help her escape. Longer summary inside.

AU Already having lost two husbands by the age of twenty, Sansa Stark finds herself agreeing to marry her noble cousin Jon Snow in an attempt to regain some stability.

She wonders if he is still the same, still the boy she cast aside, or a man strengthened by war and time. She has changed, endured, suffered. And she wonders if he has, too. Maybe this will be their fresh ground to start from. Maybe pain and scars and the place they meet again will become holy ground for them. - J&S reunion. Oneshot.

AKA: The three times he didn't kiss her, and the one time he did. "Disappointment and regret for not just grabbing his face and getting it over with: Elizabeth's feelings every time Will misses an opportunity to kiss her." Set preceding and during Curse of the Black Pearl. Oneshot.

Request: Post-divorce, Jackson and April slowly learn how to co-parent a child, while simultaneously dealing with unspoken feelings of love and regret.

AU: With a successful one night stand finally under her belt, wedding planner April Kepner is determined to not get too attached to her new beau. But when she learns that her latest client is marrying Jackson Avery, her hook-up from the night before, things go from good to bad fast.

Set following the season eleven finale, April reflects on her and Jackson's relationship and how far they've come to be where they are now. Contains mild angst. Oneshot.

AU: With his political career in need of a boost, Jackson Avery sets out to further his image by finding himself a wife. His employee, sweet and innocent girl-next-door April Kepner, seems like the perfect candidate, with her quirky ways and feminist views, to win America's heart.

Set following 11x24, an honest discussion ensues that could make or break them as a couple; April has a decision to make and Jackson has pride to protect. J/A.

Originally posted on Tumblr. A (smutty) fic of that car sex scene we witnessed begin and end, but didn't actually get to see happen. (11x16)

Medieval AU: In which she doesn't choose her husband, nor does she choose to fall in love with him.

A series of oneshots about my two headcanon Japril kids, Everett and Eliza Avery. Originally posted and loved on Tumblr.

There are five stages of grief. One day, they'll reach acceptance. What happens when Jackson and April return home after childbirth and saying goodbye. Set after 11x11. Oneshot.

Set sometime in the marriage bubble. Because they have adorable personalised mugs in their kitchen and this needed a cute headcanon. (And we all need some good stuff right now to block out the angst!)

Basically just a smutty Japril oneshot for Valentine's Day. Set in the marriage bubble phase. S10. Please R&R.

A series of short oneshots, written as Tumblr prompts.

AU: When April is told by a psychic that she's going to die within the next twelve days, she and her best friend Jackson set out to accomplish things she has always wanted to do before she dies. Rated M for later chapters.

A series of unrelated oneshots set in different universes, with different scenarios. In one world, they're flirty neighbours while in another they're trained murderers. Please R&R! Rated T/M.

AU: Set sometime mid-season 7. It comes as a surprise when April Kepner is revealed to be pregnant, but the real question on everyone's mind is who the baby's father could be.

A collection of J/A drabbles from now until the new year. Started on December 1st. Rated T/M. Accepting requests.

The first one happens when he's only four years old. From there, his life is just a series of losses and misfortunes. Jackson-centric.

AU: In which April is an unlucky-in-love awkward trauma surgeon who wakes up in Vegas to find herself married to an attractive male stripper

Three-shot. The wedding ceremony, the night between newlyweds, and the morning after that you never got to see! J/A.

A series of missing moments from Season 11, based on each episode. Rating T/M.

Basically just a smutty Japril Halloween oneshot. - April has been tormenting him by wearing a completely unsexy costume all night, but is something else hiding underneath?

Oneshot AU: When April and Jackson get snowed in during a blizzard, there's only so much these two friends can handle before the sexual tension and the fireplaces and the candles become too much. J/A.

While one of them lies comatose, the other ponders the idea of life without them. (Warning: tissues are apparently needed.)

Request: All of the missing sex scenes from seasons eight and nine (and potentially ten). J/A. Smut-ish. Five-part fic.

In which she was looking for an escape from her life and he had found the prize of a lifetime, however brief it may have been in the end. April's POV. - Apparently, this made people cry so prepare your tissues. - Titanic AU

AU set in 9x22. They went for drinks in 9x22 and things didn't go according to plan. Requested by Haspen.

Tumblr prompt: AU: April listens to a message Jackson sent her before he died.

Tumblr prompt: Instead of April leaving, they settle their disagreement with angry sex. Set in 10x20. J/A.

Short Tumblr prompt: AU: They're in high school, and Jackson is April's brother's friend and they get it on secretly. (Including a special cameo)

AU: Originally written as a Tumblr prompt: April is a homicide detective and Jackson is the coroner; both of their lives intertwine when they're forced to work together on a daily basis, but can this lead to more than just work?

AU: Things begin to get interesting at the Grey Shepherd Inn when the hotel is under investigation for fraud, prostitution, murder and a whole bunch of indiscretions. Mainly Japril/Slexie, but also Crowen, Calzona, Jolex and Merder.

What if the tables were turned? What if Jackson had been the virgin all along and he'd only been denying the inevitable; that she was it for him, she was his everything? SHORT ONE-SHOT.

She chose right, she always has. She chose him, there was never any question about who it would be. She chose with her head, and her heart agreed.

Oneshot based around 10x12 - It's his mentor's words and the ache in his gut that tell him what he's known all along; he was in love with her, but she's getting married to somebody else and he won't give up this time. Originally a Tumblr prompt: Jackson interrupts the wedding.

When Alex bets him that he can't be 'just friends' with a girl, Jackson sets out to prove him wrong by getting to know April Kepner. But he never imagined that a simple bet would change the rest of their lives.

One-shot, originally written as a Tumblr prompt: April pregnant, set sometime before 'I Don't See You Pushing Out Watermelons'.

One-shot, originally written as a Tumblr prompt: April freaks out before her wedding because she still loves Jackson. Set sometime in the future.

Short one-shot, originally written as a Tumblr prompt: Japril having a moment, and Stephanie finding them.

Short one-shot, originally written as Tumblr prompt: Alex gives April advice on how to deal with her relationship with Jackson, and what she does with said advice.

Originally written as Tumblr prompt: Jackson and April slow dance at the fundraiser party. Set sometime during 10x04.

Originally written as a Tumblr prompt: Catherine Avery finds out about Jackson and April during the same episode she meets Stephanie, and she gives her son a pep talk. Set sometime during 10x05.

Short one-shot, originally written as a Tumblr prompt: April in labour and Jackson coaching her through, and a moment afterwards with their child. Set sometime in the future.

Short one-shot, originally written as a Tumblr prompt: When Jackson finally says 'I love you'. Set sometime in the future.

Three-shot. Set during 6x10. April never returned back to Ohio after being fired for the first time, and instead spends the holidays with her fellow Mercy Westers. Japril friendship and cuteness ahead.

It's his mother's wedding, but the only thing Jackson can think of is the redhead sat quietly with a sad look on her face. It's his fault though, and he knows it. He just wishes she'd give him time to explain his decision. - Set around the 200th ep.

What if he can give her a reason? What if they can make it work and give it a real shot this time around? - Oneshot. Set start of season 10, probably won't happen.

It's April's rehearsal dinner, but the only thing she wants is the man that won't let himself love her back. Set sometime after 9x24.

It's the diamond ring on her finger that catches his attention. Maybe he's had a few too many to drink, but the idea of her marrying somebody else shocks him because he tells himself that she's his, that she belongs to him.

Set during 9.16, includes spoilers. Catherine encourages Jackson to move to Boston, but how does April take the news? Has he even told her? Will she make him stay?

What happens when April returns to Seattle? Set following 9.01 - ON HIATUS.

He's here with that stupid intern and it's all her fault. She knows it's true, she knows it's her own fault that she's hurting. But maybe, just maybe, the night won't end so sadly for her.

TUMBLR PROMPT: "Jackson asks April to move back into their apartment."

She doesn't know what to feel or how to react, but he's sure that he can't let another day pass without her beside him. - ON HIATUS.

Sequel to 'Angel of the Morning'. - They both know that it's wrong, they shouldn't keep doing this. He's moving on, but she's still there. She's still that seductive and enticing beauty, and she can still have him whenever she wants.

When Rachel Berry wakes up from a coma with severe memory loss, she's told two very different stories. Torn between a delusion, and a life with the man who claims to be her husband, she must separate her true reality to the life she never had. - ON HIATUS.

The things you didn't see during those two days at the Boards.

"She never expected to see him on her doorstep, back home, at her parent's house. And certainly not when her father was saying Grace. Oh, great. And she was back to the religious beliefs versus sexual cravings." A take on Season 9, based on spoilers. Includes other characters.

A different take on April and Jackson's life after the shooting.

She can't move on. It's been two years, but she knows that she'll never be able to get over him.

-"It runs in our families, Rachel. You're next in the Berry blood line, you're meant to be a vampire." She's not sure what to feel anymore. - ON HIATUS.

He doesn't know what to do with himself, but when he sees her there, sprawled across the bed and waiting for him, he can't help but wish he wasn't paying her for this.

- "You want me to have sex with you so you'll know what to do when you meet the right guy?" He asks her. She now realizes how stupid it actually sounds. - ON HIATUS.

She knows it's wrong. This guy's practically kidnapped her and using her for sex, but she kind of likes it so she thinks she'll stick around.

Rachel couldn't help but feel an attraction to him, he was the first person to show her any physical attention. But that one night, and the nine months that followed, would change everyone's lives forever. - ON HIATUS.

We're only going to watch a movie, Finny." she elaborated, smirking at the thought of what he was thinking. "Not like that would stop me anyway," she reasoned, before spinning around and resting a hand on his chest, "Or you, for that matter." - ON HIATUS.