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Bruce Wayne. 2
.⋆｡Batman’s Kryptonite｡⋆.
Bruce Wayne x plus size reader
Bruce works too hard but unluckily for him, you’re more stubborn than he is
Warnings: reader can be sunburnt, fluff, mentions of showering together, workaholic Bruce
Minors DNI
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Bruce was nothing if not a hard worker. He continuously worked himself to the bone to keep everything afloat and for that, you really did admire him. He used his privilege to help so many people both in his day job and his night job but god did you find it hard to spend time with him.
His brain seemed fixated on his goals, even in the quiet moments where there was nothing to do. Nothing ever got his full attention, not even you, his loving girlfriend.
“How long has he been down here?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you observed Bruce who was currently hunched over his new project, blue eyes firmly fixated on the delicate wiring. Alfred sighed heavily through his nose.
“Since the moment he returned from the airport after dropping you off.” Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
“That-“ You took a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself down. “I knew a week long girl’s trip was too good to be true. I’ll take care of this, take a couple days off.” The older man nodded and left the cave with a fatherly squeeze to your shoulder.
As soon as you heard the elevator doors shut, you shed the thick cardigan and long sleeve shirt you were wearing, leaving you just in leggings (that Bruce absolutely went crazy for) and a thin undershirt that did little to disguise the colour of your bra. Your steps were light but not completely silent, it would do you no good to sneak up on the Dark Knight.
Even centimetres away, you could feel the tension in Bruce’s muscles, like he was wound up for a fight. He jumped only slightly as you laid your hands on his shoulder blades but he quickly eased into your tough, letting out a hum of acknowledgement. “Back early?”
“Actually, I’m right on time.” His hands faltered and you knew that his dark brows were pulled up like they always did when he was coming out of a work-related trance. The chair turned yet your hands never left his skin, now resting on his strong chest as he looked up at you. His pupils dilated, slowly overtaking the stunning blue of his irises as he took in your attire.
“Are you sure?”
You chuckled. “I have the sunburn to prove it.” He grunted, obviously not quite believing you, or he just didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t obeyed your suggestion of taking some time off when you were gone.
“You were supposed to come back on the fifth.” Bruce tried to argue as his eyes flicked back to his work. You knew that look, it was his ‘I want to end this conversation so I can get back to work’ but you knew exactly what to do to distract him.
“It is the fifth, my love. Maybe you need to take a break. How about coming upstairs with me and we’ll have a nice hot shower?” Your touch slowly migrated up his chest to his jaw and Bruce’s eyelids fluttered under the attention. But he just as quickly tensed up again, catching onto your game.
“Sorry sweets, I have work to do.” He attempted to turn his chair back around but you stepped between his spread legs, pinning him to the spot with your body.
Your bottom lip turned out into a truly award winning pout and you sniffed. “But I missed you baby, I just want to spend some time with you.” You could actually see his will beginning to crumble. One more step.
Tears filled your eyes. “Do you not want to spend time with me?”
He knew that they were crocodile tears but they tugged at the mass of guilt in his chest anyway. “Do not. I said no. Those puppy dog eyes don’t work every time. Fuck- fine.” Immediately, your tears disappeared and you beamed at him.
“Great! Maybe I’ll also show you the new bikinis I got on the trip.” Bruce groaned and let you pull him to his feet, abandoning his half-finished work.
“You are a cruel woman.” He complained as you dragged him to the cave’s exit. You looked back at your boyfriend with a wink.
“I just know Batman's kryptonite.” You teased and though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Bruce wholeheartedly agreed. You definitely knew how to get him to fold.
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5k follower celebration!!
i’m doing another mini celebration in honor of hitting 5k!! send in anything below and from from September 30-October 2nd, i’ll get to as many as possible! again, thank each of you so much for following me and putting up with all my shitposts <3 i love you
scream - send me your favorite fics (preferably steve, eddie, or steddie) and i’ll give them a read!
exorcist - send me your favorite stranger things character and a scenario (example: eddie as a scare actor) and i’ll make a moodboard!
beetlejuice - i’ll give you a song from my personal song list based off your blog/personality (moots only!)
rocky horror - random asks, fmk, cym!
tagging some moots who might be interested: @ryan-waddell11 @changemunson @eddieschains @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @littledemondani @munsonsfairy @eiightysixbaby @emmyshortcake @pleasantlycrazyworld @wroteclassicaly @onegirlmanytales @pitifulbaby @corrodedcorpses @trashmouth-richie
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🧸 LATERS-GATORS 5K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION 🧸
Are you guys being serious? I cannot believe that a big 5 0 0 0 of you want to follow me and keep up with my work? You guys. When I made this blog in March 2022 I never expected this much love. I’m overwhelmed.
I can’t thank you all enough for your continued support. In keeping with my goal to communicate with you all more, I’m doing another follower celebration!
Event Finished.
When: January 8th - January 15th
Rules: MDNI, this is an 18+ blog.
• Send in as many asks as you like, but please only send one emoji per message. If you send in multiple emojis in one ask, I will only do the first.
• Feel free to send in asks before the start date, but note I won’t answer until the 8th at the earliest.
• Characters I write for currently: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Duke Leto Atreides, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Blue Jones, Laurent LeClaire, Nathan Bateman, Llewyn Davis, Kane (Annihilation, before and after shimmer), Poe Dameron, Frank Castle. Any requests outside of these characters may be ignored.
• You don’t have to follow me, but it would be nice! 🤭
In my ask box… :
🍒 - Send me a character and concept/aesthetic and I will make a MoodBoard.
🍓 - Send me a short description of yourself and I will ship you with a character. If sending as an anon, send with an emoji so I can differentiate you from everyone else. Example: “Sincerely, 🧸 Anon!”
🍎 - Send me your thots! Tell me all about your steamy daydreams and I might just add to it!
🍉 - Send a dialogue starter (examples here & here, or choose your own!) & a character of your choice and I will write a small blurb!
🍇 - Send a fic you have written, or fics you’ve read that you think I should give a try! I can add these to my To Be Read list and they might end up on my fic rec list for the month of January!
EVENT MASTERLIST:
🍒 Aesthetic MoodBoard:
I’ve Got A Woman (Duke Leto Atreides),
Bagg-hers (Frank Castle)
Purloin (Marc Spector)
🍓 Ship Asks:
Marc Spector — Jonathan Levy — Steven Grant — Laurent LeClaire — Kane (Annihilation) — Blue Jones — Santiago Garcia — Leto Atreides — Llewyn Davis
🍉 Dialogue prompts:
Amende Honorable (Nathan Bateman)
Apparition (Nathan Bateman)
A Secret Service (Duke Leto Atreides)
SafeGuard (Santiago Garcia)
Buzz (Santiago Garcia)
Strung (Frank Castle)
Abstract (Marc Spector)
🍎 Thots:
Marc Spector
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The results of the 5K celebration Choose Your Own Adventure poll are.....absolutely blowing my mind so far
Like one of the characters I figured would be it he running, literally mapped him out already, but the other two...Shocked. Stunned. Amazed.
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Doumadono's ice cream shop event
About a year ago, I made the decision to start writing for my private blog, inspired by my first viewing of Demon Slayer. Since then, a lot has changed, and I've grown as a writer. I've had the privilege of meeting incredibly talented writers and artists, forming friendships that have endured to this day. But above all, I've been able to bring a little joy to my readers and those who trusted me with their emergency requests. A year on, with more experience and wisdom, I can confidently say that pursuing my small dream was the right choice. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who chose to follow my little blog. Without your support, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thank you, guys.
To celebrate and add a bit of fun to the mix, I'm opening up my inbox for a few days. This time around, I've got a little ice cream menu for you all. Check out all the details below the cut!
your order should look something like this: I'd like to order a vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles and maple syrup on top (remember to include your preferred character/s, along with any other details like kinks, AU type, and so on)
Masterlist for the event will be updated with the links upon posting. I'll be sharing the works starting from March 31st and continue until I've fulfilled all the requests. Just a heads up, though: I might not respond to requests that don't follow the event's rules or my own guidelines, or if they make me uncomfortable.
Also, please share this post to help spread the word!
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could you write Mando/Din x reader bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go?
congrats on 5k :) I love your writing and your OCs
This was proof you needed better gloves. The ones you had were fine for metal work, but the precise nature of wiring couldn't be done with such a bulky set.
Your fingers were still numb, but the throbbing in your hand served as a reminder they wouldn't stay that way for long. Small blessings, still the open cut and small burns were nothing to sneeze at.
"Kriff," you grumbled, giving yourself a second to lean against the wall of the ship. Obviously you needed to get this taken care of, but the pain was still to immediate. There was no way you were climbing up the ladder until you got your head on straight.
"Everything okay down there," Din called from the cockpit.
"Yeah. Can you just throw me down the med pack?"
There was a small shuffle above you. Carefully you rose to your feet, readying yourself to catch the bag with your one good hand. It didn't make any different as, instead, Din came climbing down.
"Dank farrik," he swore, his head turning to your hand. "What happened?"
You shrugged. "Bad wiring."
There really wasn't much more to say and neither of you were one for unnecessary conversation.
He guided you back to a sitting position before pulling out a bacta patch and some other bandages.
"Let me see," he said, offering a gloved hand to you.
You suppressed the warm feeling that bloomed inside you at the gesture. This wasn't necessarily new. You and Din had traveled together long enough for you to know his instinct was to help. All the same, the reminder was enough to send your heart pounding.
Wordlessly, you extended your injured hand, allowing him to examine it. Rough leather brushed against your skin. In an instant, your skin felt like it was burning as a shock of pain shot straight up your arm.
You pulled away with a small yelp, the pressure of tears forming in your eyes.
"Shit!" you gasped, forcing steady breaths back into you.
"Are you okay?" Din asked, concern lacing his tone.
You managed a nod. "Yeah, just more sensitive than I thought."
He nodded in understanding, before doing something you never thought you'd see. He took off his gloves.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
"They're irritating your skin," he said, simply. "I'll be able to work faster this way."
You couldn't think of a counter argument. It was that line of thinking that got you into this mess in the first place.
Your eye became focus on his hands. You had only gotten glimpses of his skin before as it peaked out between his wrist and glove, but never so openly.
"Is this allowed?" you asked.
"Yes," he answered. "Of course, it means we have to get married."
"What?!"
A short laugh came for behind his helmet. You honestly didn't know whether to laugh yourself or smack him.
"Ha, ha, very funny buckethead," you said dryly.
He only chuckled, extending his now naked hand towards you.
Whatever awkward tension that might have lingered vanished with the sound. You placed your injured hand in his and felt only the slighted sting at his touch. You only hoped he blamed your quickened pulse on the pain.
Din made quick work of the rest, applying the bacta patch before carefully wrapping your hand like he had been doing it his whole life. In truth, he probably had.
"How does it feel?" he asked, tying off the last of the gauze.
"Still stings," you admitted, "but, not as bad as before."
"Good."
If he was going to leave, now would be the perfect time. You waited for it, mentally preparing yourself for the loss of his hand on yours. Still, he lingered, allowing his fingers to brush against the bare skin of your wrist.
The tilt of his helmet wasn't on you. He seemed just as preoccupied with your hand as you were with his. How could a man like him still have so gentle a touch?
"Din?"
He looked up at you and you found yourself wishing once more you could see his face, just to give you some glimpse into what he was thinking.
"You need new gloves," he said, stiffly. "We don't want this happening again."
"Can't argue with that," you answered, not really knowing what else to say. On the one hand, yes, the idea of burning yourself wasn't one you look forward to. On the other, under what other circumstance would he touch you like this?
A pause came, holding itself in the air between you. There was the urge to say something, but for the life of you, nothing came to mind. All you wanted was to stay.
Din ended up making the decision for you as he rose to his feet, finally pulling away. He grabbed his gloves and in the next moment was up the ladder and out of sight.
You let out a deep breath, falling against the wall of the ship.
Now what the hell were you going to do?
(16/20)
#star wars#the mandalorian#din djarin#mando#the mandalorian x reader#din djarin x reader#mando x reader#5k followers#5k celebration#2022 fic
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1k follower celebration: Rook's short story
Word count: 4.5k
Summary: Snapshots from the life of a boy who almost stood a chance.
CW: While violence is not shown on page, this deals heavily with child abuse and PTSD.
A/N: Quick crash course on magic: there are two types of magicians. Heart magicians whose magic is from emotions and Soul magicians whose magic is from core beliefs/morals. You'll learn more in game, but that's what you need to know for this to make sense lol. Hope you enjoy the first story!
At some point he considered the fall. With eyes glazed over, forehead resting against the cold glass of a dusty window. His breath created a consistent fog. The endless arguing in the next room created a hellish ambiance.
He could already imagine what it was his mother was saying, as muffled as her voice was. He was not, and would never be, another second-rate child overflowing with unstable magic. He did not shatter all the windows in a room because of a fatal miscalculation. She would not be paying for damages.
It wouldn’t be far if he jumped, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to catch himself. The meeting house rested snug against a long stretch of buildings, and he could vanish between any of them. Duck his head into a store somewhere and wait out the storm.
He could take the metaphorical fall, too. The persistence of his mother’s voice had his teeth set until his jaw ached. He counted the ticking seconds of the clock, desperate for it to end. The room was so small, encasing him as though caged. There was no freedom like this.
After a moment, he pushed himself up. The remnants of where he’d laid remained on the glass. It watched as he pushed his heavy legs to make it to the door. To take a moment to stop shaking hands, and push open the door.
The voices stopped immediately. His mother eyed him, brown eyes burning fierce as she took note of him. The man looked decidedly calmer, and so, he kept his attention on him. Never his mother. He’d never survive.
“I lost control,” he said in a rush, feeling the growing intensity of his mother’s stare, “I’ll take full responsibility so—”
“Oh please, you think you’re the first child to have done such a thing.” The man waved his hand, dismissing him completely. “You just turned thirteen, correct? Hormones and puberty and all of that make kids’ magic go wild. It should grow stronger and more stable the more you age. It’s why we have tests like this, to track where every child is at.”
“As I’ve been trying to tell you, he has more control than the average child. It was merely his nerves.”
Nerves from what? The test? The unknown adults all staring him down, tearing into him vein by vein to decode his magic? His mother, front and center, lip curled back with a warning if he dared disappoint, but already certain he would?
“Sure, sure. Once he gets used to it, we’ll be able to tell for sure. As it stands, being able to use magic is a miracle enough already. I hope to see you again.” The man smiled and he couldn’t remember his name, and even his face was blurring though it remained in front of him.
His smile was easy and automatic and it didn’t feel like his face, “Thank you, sir. I’m sorry again for the damage.”
The man nodded before leading them outside. There were more words from his mother, sinking into the shadows cast by various wall decorations hanging throughout the endless halls. It was a maze of wood and rolled out carpets and doors full of symbols he couldn’t quite recognize. It was another decade before they were out the door and going into the average parking lot of a shopping district. The dissonance rang in his ears.
“I taught you better, didn’t I? Hand.”
“Mom—”
She snatched his hand and dragged it towards her, wrist up. She pressed a nail, long and red and sharp, against the tender tendons there. His mind went blank as she pressed against it, trailing along the artery, “There are three places we feel our magic the most; the head, the heart, and the hands. So tell me, did you really not feel what you were doing?”
The answer didn’t matter, he knew. There was only one outcome waiting for him at the end of this.
//
“Rook Bellerose.”
“The one and only. Did you miss me Mr. Strauss? It’s been a while since I landed myself in detention.” He kicked back in the chair, arms folded across his chest as he glanced at his other inmates. He knew some of them, vaguely, although names were like water to him. There was no need to retain something when they’d mean nothing to him, even if they tried.
Mr. Strauss, for his part, did not look as put off as he should, “Ah yes, this is the first time since you started tenth grade. I’m not sure what’s more impressive. Refraining from getting sent here right away, or your reason for detention being that you somehow managed to completely ruin the salad bar to the point the metal holders need to be replaced.”
He laughed, mirroring the noise around him, pairing with the various comments of, “No, that shit was insane dude—”
The whole thing had, by all accounts, been recorded as a freak accident, because what else could it be? It wasn’t properly secured and sure, he had maybe tested its durability in a series of actions which could only be described as ‘boys will be boys’, but it wasn’t like he’d meant for it to all come crumbling down.
It wasn’t like they knew he’d been spilling over magic because he’d just gotten broken up with and his words had been spinning around in Rook’s head for the past week and a half. It wasn’t like his magic was supposed to come from intentions and not fucking emotions, but it seemed like someone got it wrong because his heart had been too loud in his ears for years now and it only made it all worse.
‘Christ Rook, you can’t even hold my hand in secret. Am I really that disgusting to you?’
‘It isn’t that—’
‘Then what is it? Because that’s all I’ve ever felt when I’m with you.’
“Hey, now they know to secure all the cafeteria equipment better. I think they should be thanking me.” Mr. Strauss rolled his eyes and settled in for the incoming hour. Rook ran a hand through his hair, and flinched at the length.
When he turned to look at the window, the reflection staring back at him was not the face he knew. His hair was too short, his limbs too long, and his hands too clean.
//
He imagined he’d break a lot of hearts. Mouth too full of sweet words, mind made of too many walls, chest full of thorns. He figured it was a byproduct of a noxious marriage spiraling down from parent to child. He was his mother’s son. He was not his father’s child.
It was the first court order which made all of the head magicians’ panic. They were not supposed to go through outside means, however they’d ignored all of his dad’s vehement concerns. His mother was doing what needed to be done, to ensure his magic did not drag the average person into a reality they didn’t belong in. To ensure he wasn’t a danger to others.
So his father had went and filed an abuse report as the average person did and now Rook was here in a house he knew but could never grow into. His dad had always been too soft, needy, caring, reliable. Every interaction, Rook waited for the transaction. Every time he came home from another one of his fuck ups, he braced himself for the bruising.
Instead, his dad would pat him on the shoulder and send him outside, “Wasting energy helps. You should have seen me at your age. I nearly burned down the science classrooms because my magic wouldn’t stop flickering.”
Except his dad’s magic did come from the heart and not the mind. There was no reason for there to be this constant instability, for it to sit so heavily in his veins, and shatter the world around him because years compounded endlessly in his chest and hit him at once in the worst of ways.
So he’d go out and he’d run and he’d feel the branches snap and bleed him as he did. He’d climb and jump, and expel all the magic he could. He’d reach the end of his known path and stare out into the beyond and let himself scream as though that could chase away everything inside him until he was sane again.
He’d think about how his heart shouldn’t be able to be so full when it was also a void, devouring the feelings of those around him without feeling a thing itself. He thought of the people he’d agreed to date, and think the false hope he gave was the same as his mother’s calm days.
When he came home after detention, he’d expected the usual spiel, the standard apologizes, the same refusing to look his dad in the eye. When his father saw him, it was not his latest detention that seemed to be his concern.
“You cut your hair. When?”
“Yesterday. It was getting too long.”
“I never thought I’d see your hair short.”
“Are you saying it doesn’t suit me?”
“No, no. It’s just…”
There were words behind both their teeth that neither dared to say. Rook lived with his dad now but his mother was still his mother and her hands were still yanking him by the fistful, telling him boys shouldn’t have hair so long and it was time to grow up. When his ex had said it was pretty with a punishing smile, he’d found himself standing in front of a bargain salon with ten dollars to spare and a fog of memories.
His dad, tall and broad, but as soft as a flower, pressed his lips together, “I know you don’t like to talk to me about stuff but…”
Rook let out a groan, kicking off his shoes and leaving them hazardously by the door, “It’s a haircut. I’m experimenting or whatever. If I hate it, it’ll grow back in a month. Anyway, I got a lot of homework. Later.”
“Rook, are you sure? I got a call from school; they said you got another detention?” God, he hated that voice. The softness of it. The furrow between his brow and the way he’d duck his head a little to make himself look smaller than he was.
He tried not to grit his teeth, “Yeah, fine. My magic’s fucked like usual, big surprise.”
“I know it’s hard to believe right now, but it’s getting better at least. By the time you graduate high school, you’ll have completely adjusted to it.”
“Great. So just a two more years of destroying property and causing mayhem.” There was too much pressure in his head. He wasn’t really thinking. “You know, when others go through this, they’re not destruction incarnate. It’s always attracting animals, or being too good at running the mile, or making those dumb ‘magic’ tricks look cool.”
There was weight in his father’s eyes, “We all experience it differently. We’ll manage it as best we can.”
“Until mom takes me back.” He hadn’t meant to say that. Why had he said that? Wasn’t he better at controlling his words?
“Rook, she’s not taking you back.” His father was as serious as he’d ever seen him.
“How many more fuck ups do I have left before she insists I have to go back to her? I wasn’t ruining everything under her care, was I? Maybe it’s where I belong. Like calls to like.” His voice had raised a notch, spilling over like everything he ever was did. A bad habit, a fatal flaw.
His father took a step towards him, “You’re not like her.”
Rook swallowed. Shook his head. Imagined how he wanted to hold a hand in theory but in practice it made him sick. People weren’t disgusting, his exes weren’t disgusting. He was. Is. Always.
He never once scarred, but he had every wound inflicted mapped in his memory.
“Rook.” There was a warning there, but it went past him. He wasn’t there. He was seven and he was in a room and his mother said he’d need to use magic to get out, to survive. He was ten and she loomed over him, telling him the most basic of magic was to heal your own wounds. He was thirteen, taking that damned test for the first time and showcasing zero control and failing. Over and over.
“Rook!” His father reached out. A miscalculation. He jerked, body coiled tight, and it was like his magic found a target. It took a moment, a never-ending moment, to realize what he’d done. The sudden red was not as unfamiliar as it should have been. Everything in him screamed monster, and his father cradled his arm. The strange, staggered lines of a magical wound rested on his forearm. Rook was going to throw up his guts.
“I’m exactly like her.” He said, a confirmation for himself more than anyone. He darted up the stairs, ignoring his father’s shouts. He slammed the door shut and fell back against it. His body was shaking, there was a keen in his throat fighting to become a scream. He kept his back against the wood, a warden against the world.
For the rest of the night, his father came to check on him, and he stayed quiet. At some point, there was a thud, like he was leaning against the door. Rook stilled his breath, straining both to listen and tune out his voice.
“You can’t go on like this, Rook. You won’t change if you’re too focused on who you are right now.” His father took a deep breath. “I don’t expect you to come to me, after everything that’s happened. But I just hope you find others to rely on. I just hope…I hope that you know you aren’t her, either.”
For a second, he thought of opening the door. To at least apologize for his actions and make sure his father was alright. But his hand stilled at the door. He couldn’t do it. His room was the only place he was allowed to be. He didn’t go to school for the rest of the week.
//
There were dreams some nights. He’d be at school or hanging out with friends and he’d hear a voice call to him. He’d turn and everyone would look at him strange, although none of them had faces he could see. When he’d look, the space he was in had a familiar hall. Full of old wood and antique decorations, he’d find himself walking down the endless space.
The voice kept calling. It was familiar in a way he couldn’t place. The wrongness of it would spur him into a run, and the voice would become more frantic, a desperate plea of ‘don’t’ and ‘help.’
At the end was the testing room. None of the usual set up was there. The walls were bare, the room was bare, save for the body resting on the floor. He’d try to stop, because he knew that body better than anyone else’s. He’d stop, because he didn’t want to see it.
But then a hand would shove him forward, and his mother’s voice would hiss, “I told you, didn’t I? You were always bound to hurt someone.”
And so he’d fall to his knees, and the blood would drip from his hands, and he’d tear himself awake. He’d find his father with his arms locked around him, his magic subduing his own. Even in his sleep, Rook’s curse would lash out and destroy everything.
“You’re ok,” His father breathed against his shoulder, one arm wrapped firmly around his torso and the other cradling his head, “You’re going to be ok.”
But the blood was still on his tongue and his mother’s voice in his ears and a body on the ground. He swallowed for air, fighting to come back to himself. Fighting to live. Fighting to live?
His voice was broken glass, “Am I allowed to want to live, even knowing I only hurt people?”
His father held him a little tighter, “You aren’t just allowed to, you deserve it, too.”
Rook didn’t deserve anything. But he was selfish and he’d take everything anyone was willing to offer. It was why he let his father hold him, and allowed himself to cling to him. For this moment, he just wanted to exist.
//
The letter was in his hands, a smug grin stretched on his face. His friends eyed him, various reactions on their faces.
“Read it and weep,” he smacked it down on the desk in front of him, “Accepted to the one and only Vales Grove University.”
“There’s no way.”
“You’re full of shit. Your grades are trash.”
His grades were, technically, painfully average. But that didn’t change the fact that grades weren’t the selling point in this case. The only real requirement was being able to use magic, and Rook had it in droves. In a few months he’d graduate, turn eighteen, and his magic would continue to stabilize.
It didn’t stop his grin from widening, “With a charming personality like mine, did you really think they’d say no?”
There was swearing and noises of disbelief and he was snatching the letter back, saying he needed to go tell his dad. He’d gotten the letter in the morning, when his dad had been at work. He hadn’t heard the news and Rook needed to tell him. Obvious good news was still good news. And besides, he owed it to him after everything.
When he got home, he paused at the driveway. His eyebrows furrowed, taking a long look at the cars lined up. He didn’t recognize one of them. Adjusting the strap of his backpack, he gave it a second glance before heading inside.
“Uh, dad?” He called, glancing around the entry room. Everything was about the same as always. Perfectly intact and magazine photo worthy, save for the faint coating of dust that they never seemed to be able to get rid of.
His voice echoed for a moment, and it took too long for his dad to call back, “In my office.”
Rook ducked through the door, greeted with the only messy room in the whole house. Endless papers and forms and documents spilled over as far as the eye could see. His father sat, rod straight, dark strands of hair falling into his face, a tell-tale sign of stress. And he wasn’t alone.
Rook jerked away immediately, backpack sliding off his shoulder. It slammed onto the ground, echoing all around. His mother rose from her chair, a serene smile stretched across her face.
“Oh Rook, it’s been so long since I’ve last seen you. You’ve grown so much.” Her arms stretched out and he needed to run. His heart hammered hard in his chest, his eyes unfocused. Her arms wrapped around him, careful not to actually touch him, like avoiding a disease. Her fingers brushed his hair, long again, and he thought he’d be sick.
A show. It was a show. He didn’t raise his arms, couldn’t. His mind was going a million miles an hour. He glanced over and there was a second person here. A man. He knew that face. Had seen it every year since thirteen. The one he hadn’t thought he’d needed to learn the name to. He knew his name now.
“…Mr. Solace.” Rook managed as his mother pulled away. The man rose from his chair, and the smile he usually wore was nowhere on his face. He couldn’t begin to fathom what was wrong.
“It’s good to see you again. I heard you decided to stay close and go to Vales Grove, correct? Congratulations on your acceptance.”
He reached out a hand and Rook took it, fixing a smile in place, “Ah, thanks. You already know?”
Really, his eyes were on his dad when he asked, just a slip away from Mr. Solace’s face.
Mr. Solace pulled away with a single nod, “It’s part of my duties to keep up with the children I’m tasked with testing. Part of that, is making sure there hasn’t been any unnecessary involvement.”
“Unnecessary involvement?” His dad flinched, and his mother’s mouth tugged into a frown. Really, he wanted to ask if the man knew she wasn’t supposed to be here. But then, what did it matter? Melody Bellerose was a name which held more power than God—in his life and in a world of messy politics.
“Yes. It happens often, kids accidentally getting friends involved in things they shouldn’t. Boundaries are hard for kids, especially if your parents decided to put you through public school. It’s simple, you give us a name and we’ll adjust their memories.”
A ringing sounded in his ears and he shook his head, “I know my magic caused a lot of issues in the past sir, but if you mean I let other people know about magic, I haven’t.”
His mother’s voice made him feel five again, with how slow and deliberate and dripping with artificial sweetness it was, “It’s alright. We’re both here to take care of it, you don’t have to worry.”
Both of them. He knew, then, why they were here. Why she was here and what she was claiming and what she wanted. It was too late to get custody, he was a few months out from adulthood now, but there were other things to go after. Always.
“There’s no one,” he repeated, false politeness falling away with a snarl, “And I swear to god if they put their fucking hands on—”
He cut himself off and swallowed hard. The room was spinning. There was a body on the ground. There was always a body on the ground. The body was always his fault, one way or another.
His father stood, voice dropping low, “If he claims there’s no one I believe him. He wouldn’t risk his standing over lying about something like this.”
“Harvey, you’re really going to let him talk to us like that?”
“I think he has every right to in this very moment, so if that’s all you needed I’d like you both to leave so I may have a word with my son.”
Mr. Solace gave a small smile, bundled with fake apologies. Rook moved to the side, stiff and vague, to allow them to pass. Mr. Solace left and his mother followed. He kept his head down as she paused.
The minute she was gone, his dad closed the door and Rook pressed a hand to his eyes, “Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“Rook.”
“I’m fine. I’m not…I’m not going to break.” He was. Likely, he already had. He was still in that testing room, because he’d never leave. He’d been trapped inside since he was thirteen. Since before he knew the room even existed. “At least I got into college, right?”
It was a weak attempt at a diversion, but his dad had since given up on prying him open. Rook wondered at that, sometimes. If even his dad had given up on knowing him, then there was no one else left for him, was there?
After a long pause, his dad nodded, “We’ll celebrate, come on. We’ll go grab pizza from your favorite pizza joint. Ask your friends if they want to come, we’ll even do bowling.”
“Bowling? That’s such an old man hobby.”
“Plenty of people your age bowl.” Rook laughed, and he rearranged himself again. It was fine. They’d open the door and no one would be waiting for him, lurking in the corner. His mother did not have her ear pressed against the door, trying to take in every word.
“Yeah sure. Sounds great. I’ll let everyone know.” His hands were not shaking.
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At some point he’d wandered off into the arcade area that was incredibly barren on this Tuesday evening. His friends had decided on another round and he’d claimed he was going to go beat some high scores, promising pictures when he did.
Now, he sat on a hard, round chair and went around in circles. The carpet was the classic kind from the nineties, and the lighting in the arcade room was the kind of neon that hurt your eyes.
“Hey.” He stopped so fast he nearly toppled off the chair. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he felt the judgement even with your silence.
“What are you doing here? Wait, don’t tell me. You got tired of getting your ass kicked at bowling, so you decided to get your ass kicked at the arcade instead.”
“I’m here because I don’t know any of your friends, jackass.” You roll your eyes, and your gaze skims the selection of machines. He hadn’t expected you to come. You said you never could stay out late, and he had never pushed it.
The sight of you is surreal, but it might be because the whole day has been. He’d experienced every single emotion on the spectrum in less than twenty-four hours. You elicited the last few he hadn’t felt when you’d shown up for pizza, scanning his friends and figuring out how you were going to go about it all.
Now you were here, and if life was different it’d feel like a world of your own. But his nightmare still rested in his ribs and so he did what he always did.
“Pick a game, we’ll conquer it.”
“Anything’s fine.” A pause. “Are you really going to Vales Grove?”
He grinned and threw an arm around your shoulder. A touch painfully easy and familiar, “Hell yeah I did. You’re not going to be able to get rid of me that easily.”
In the glass of a dusty machine, his reflection stared back at him. It was not him. It never was. The too wide grin of his reflection and the easiness of his body belonged to someone else. His closeness with another spoke of a boy who was safe. It didn’t stop him from this one thing.
He’d never get close to anyone, but he was still the same selfish child. If you didn’t break the connection, he wouldn’t either. For as long as he was allowed, he’d keep this one thing. Until the endless dream of a body became overbearing. Until you finally found someone who could be your true friend.
For now, the two of you sat in an old booth with cracks lining the material of the seats. The sound of the machines whirled, paired with the shouts of your voices. A world for two, if he forced his brain to stop thinking. There was no danger. There was no ledge. Years of friendship, and it was all the same. There were no warning signs on the wall.
But at some point, he would take the fall.
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So this literally happened a week ago and I’m just getting around to post it now, but WOOOOOOOO! THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE! <3 Every little note and follow means heaps, and I still have so many fics planned for this blog.
As celebration, I’ll be doing some lightning drabbles this upcoming weekend, so stay tuned for follow up posts and a chance to instantly get a request written!
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5K Mini Celebration
To thank you all for getting me to 5,000 followers, I would like to do a mini celebration.
"Your camera roll with" You pick the character :)
I am currently working on a few different fics so I thought this would be a good option hehe.
The list of characters that I write for is listed below:
♥ Fred and George Weasley and Draco Malfoy
♥ Eddie Munson and Billy Hargrove
♥ Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Fushiguro Toji, Sukuna and Choso.
♥ Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara.
♥ Levi Ackerman, Reiner Bruan, Jean Kirstein
♥ Tengen Uzui
♥ Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Seishu Inui
♥ Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers and Loki
♥ Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans and Henry Cavill and Harry Styles
Send in your request here
Thank you all once again for all of your support and love x
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Can I get a 7 with Steve Rogers or Peter Parker? I love the nice guys being angsty
And congrats on the 5000
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Peter Parker x plus size reader
You don’t like the quiet, Peter does
Warnings: angst, noise sensitivity, college!Peter, mutual pining, hurt/comfort
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
5k Follower Celebration
Silence was your worst enemy, although you never really understood why you hated it. Whether that be the awkward silence during a lull in conversation or at 3am when the city quieted down. There had to be some kind of noise around you for you to feel at ease, usually it was music from your headphones or the chatter of other people but that wasn’t the case in Peter Parker’s room.
Somehow his room was the one place in all of New York that seemed to be above all the noise of the city. There were no sirens or voices or just random noises from the subway. Just silence.
And it was slowly driving you crazy.
At first, the sound of your fingernails tapping your keyboard soothed you. It was rhythmic and just quiet enough to not disturb your best friend as he was studying. Then you moved onto bouncing your leg, which given that you were wearing socks and the whole room was carpeted, you could make almost no noise.
You sighed and shifted in your seat, becoming antsy as the silence seemed to close in around you. You could feel Peter’s eyes flick up to you occasionally but he never said anything so you started doing the only thing you could think of to create some noise. You began to hum.
The vibrations rumbled through your chest, immediately soothing the panicked feelings around your heart. Your shoulders dropped with relief and you finally felt like you were able to concentrate on the work in front of you instead of just mindlessly typing away to appear busy.
You switched songs every 30 seconds or so, nodding your head along to the beat you were creating. Your usual smile began to pull at your lips as, unnoticed by you, Peter’s face fell and his eyebrows scrunched.
He cleared his throat but you didn’t hear. “Y/N?” You looked back at him, pausing your humming for just a second. “Do you think you could be a little quieter please?”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” You responded bashfully with a giggle. Peter breathed a sigh of relief and sat back against the wall behind his bed. He gave you a half-smile to which you winked at him before turning back to your work.
Things were quiet again save for the occasional turning of a page or alert on your phones and you started to feel that discomfort creeping in again. Like a massive weight slowly coming down onto your torso, the anxiety grew once more. Your eyes darted over your essay but you couldn’t comprehend any of the words that you had written.
Your breathing picked up as your heart pounded loudly in your ears though it did not give you the relief that other noises would have. You swallowed thickly, clamping your jaw shut tightly. Maybe a little noise would be okay, you thought as you brought a hand to your chest to where your shirt didn’t cover.
The soft tapping of your fingers against your bare skin was barely louder than your racing heartbeat but it worked. Your body eased as you picked up the pace, finally getting the relief you desperately needed. You hadn’t even noticed Peter’s frown deepening, the vein in his neck twitching with aggravation.
“How are you this fucking annoying?” Everything stopped and your veins turned to ice.
“I-I’m sorry.” You managed to squeak out around the massive lump in your throat. Even Peter looked shocked at what he said, his brown eyes wide with terror. “I think I should head home, my roommate will get worried if I’m not there after dark.”
You tried to grab your tote bag from the floor but before you could even touch the canvas handle, Peter had sprung from the bed and caught your hand. “Wait I didn’t mean-“ You shook your head and swallowed back your tears, you couldn’t talk about this now.
“I know I’m noisy okay, I’m sorry for disturbing you.” You tried to pull yourself away but his grip tightened. “Peter.” Your voice wobbled but he didn’t give you an inch.
“No, no I’m sorry. I was being an asshole.” He gently pulled you towards him and you let him wrap you up in his strong arms, needing some sort of comfort even from the person that had hurt you in the first place.
“Then why did you say that?” You murmured, slowly melting into his chest. Peter held your wide hips gently, brushing the tops of your thighs through your clothes with his thumbs.
He sighed heavily and let his forehead rest on yours, a regular gesture between the two of you that was far from platonic. “I’ve had a rough day. There was a robbery this morning and that made me late to my lab and then some asshole thought it was funny to use a dog whistle right outside. And I just- I was overstimulated and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, not when you were really trying.”
You whimpered as a tear slid down your cheek. “I’m sorry beautiful, I really am. Let me make it up to you.” His right hand came up and gently wiped it away, keeping his hand on your soft jaw as he urged you to look into his eyes.
“How?” His smile was almost unsure, seemingly a little wary of how honestly he should respond.
“Let me order some food and we can watch Percy Jackson.”
“And cuddle?”His smile grew as his eyes twinkled. He ducked forward and gently kissed the tip of your nose.
“Whatever you want, I’m at your mercy tonight.” You giggled.
“And tomorrow too, I’m still kind of hurt.” Peter just squeezed your hip.
“Anything for you.” Maybe the silence wasn’t so bad, as long as Peter was quiet with you.
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6k followers wow
#thanks to the bots I guess#I didn't even make the 5k celebration art yet 😭#but like I'm sure this number isn't real#I wish staff would delete the bot users so I would know how many real followers I got
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hi my lovelies <3
i just reached 5k holy shit! so crazy to me fr <3
i just wanted to say the biggest thank you, i appreciate it so so much and it means sm to me that y’all want to follow me and that you enjoy what i post? crazy! that’s so so crazy to me !
i wanted to do a little celebration as a thank you!! so i’ll be linking a prompt list that y’all can send me stuff from if you’d like to see anything from me!
only thing is it’s a pretty extensive prompt list so just lmk from which one, and which number, which character as well haha
prompt list
also this is just another little fun thing if y’all wanna get to know me haha, here is a cute little ask games if you want <3
ask game
okay bye my lovelies, thank you all so so much! i love you !!!!! 🎀
posting from; 03.12.23 - 03.19.23
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CYOA!! What a cool idea! I loved it! Going with or against my impulses for what I would do versus what I should. Great job!
Thank you so much!! I'm hoping to get the Javi one out...eventually
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so i hit 5k followers a while ago, and i've been thinking of something fun to do to celebrate it but i decided to make a little post to say thank you for following, thank you for liking + reblogging + being kind to me 💜 i actually started this blog just over eleven years ago but i didn't really follow or interact with anyone until late 2018 but i've met some of the coolest people, and i've made friends for life 💜
i hope you'll stick with me for the rest of my time here—however long that may be! 💜
everyone i'm mutuals with, everyone who follows me, i love you so much 💜 i hope you'll follow the wonderful ccs below 💜
☆ to the gifmakers i have mentioned below—WOW I LOVE YOU! 💖 your creations are absolutely beautiful and the time & effort you put into creating amazing things is so appreciated. i admire you & adore you lovely souls so much, you're honestly the sweetest bunch 🌸 please forgive me for any time i have gone crazy over your gorgeous colouring in the tags 😂
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☆ my mutuals & friends—thank you for being my friend, thank you for being in my life, i love you 💎
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if i forget anyone, please don't be sad :( i love all of you. and you're all the nicest people <3 i kinda hate tumblr sometimes because i'm so close to some of you that i consider you my best friends and most of you are countries away from me 😞
☆ thank you to everyone who's supported me in my gifmaking 💎 even if my gifs look like they've been dragged through a hedge, you still leave the nicest comments and it's so appreciated 💜 i hope you'll continue to fall in love with the pretty idols that ruin my life when i gif them 😂
i hope everyone has the most amazing of days, and thank you again 💜 i'm going to stop being soppy now!! and go make some gifs 💜
#hev.txt#5k follower celebration ☆#i love all of u sm!!#THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING 💎💜#long post tw#tw long post
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"We'll face this together" kisses with Matt Murdock? Please and thank you. Also, congrats again on 5k! What an incredible milestone!
It was a late night at Nelson and Murdock.
Foggy and Karen had already gone home, for some much needed rest while Matt stayed behind to go over the notes of the case. It was where you found him, practically in the dark of the tiny office, the smell of burnt coffee in the air.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?"
You didn't ask how he knew it was you. After so much time together, it would be stranger if he didn't.
"Foggy told me you were staying late."
Matt frowned, before realization took over his face.
"I meant to call..." he started, but you both knew the truth. He had forgotten about your date.
"It's fine," you brushed off. It wasn't, entirely, but you understood. Matt's work was important to him. Hell, it was something you encouraged and that meant sometimes date nights took a back seat.
"I brought food," you said, holding up the plastic bag. "My guess is you haven't eaten today."
A guilty look passed over his features. "I was going to order something."
You gave a hum of doubt before taking a seat beside him and pulling out the food.
A small silence fell between you, broken only by the sound of rustling plastic and cardboard containers. You wordlessly passed him a pair of chopsticks, but were stopped when he hand clasped around yours.
"I am sorry."
His tone gave you pause. There was real regret there. His touch was cautious as if he expected you to suddenly pull away.
"I know I..." He swallowed. "This probably wasn't what you pictured when we started all this."
Your heart squeezed in your chest. Carefully, you pulled your hand from his before placing it against his cheek.
His whole body relaxed into your touch as a relieved breath escaped his lips.
You took the opportunity, to lean forward, brushing a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I know what I signed up for," you promised. "We've got this."
He raised a tentative eyebrow. "We?"
"Yeah. We."
He smiled. It was a small, quite thing, but real and just for you. He then kissed you back, keeping his forehead pressed against yours as he broke away.
"Thank you."
You stayed there a while, allowing you each a chance to breathe and forget anything else in the world existed. You would be okay.
(4/20)
#matt murdock#daredevil#marvel#mcu#marvel netflix#matt murdock x reader#daredevil x reader#5k followers#5k celebration#2022 fic
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woo hoo 100 gay people are following my silly little blog 🥳 for only making it like 2 months ago i’m pleasantly surprised by how many cool people i’ve met who are also unwell over those stupid men
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