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tarjapearce · 9 months

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I loved the crew interacting with the O’Hara family I was laughing the entire time!

Is it possible to do a reaction to Miguel first introducing his family to the crew? Like Mama!reader showing up to his office out of nowhere, no matter how many times Miguel said no and the crew stares in disbelief like - “YOU HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS?”

Imma switch it up a bit to fit into the Soccer Family AU 🤭. Glad you had fun with it!

"Why don't you just ask him?" Gwen deadpanned

"No. Can't just ask Mr. O'Hara, 'hey are you married? He's mean!" Mile's hand gestured

"I swear I saw him holding a baby. And it wasn't Mr. Parker's Mayday!" Pavitr chimed in, curiosity shining in his eyes

"Maybe his brother had a baby?"

"You'd owe me five if he's married." Hobie spoke as he laced up his boots. The three pair of eyes looked at him.

"Whu-?"

"Make it ten cause I know the man is a workaholic at heart"

Hobie shrugged.

"Dun' say I didn't warn ya."

"Dude, we have just done some chores for him, for the neighborhood really, he rarely asks for our services! He just asked us to clean his front yard!"

"Cause he likes minding his business." Gwen rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I know. maybe we can just ask him directly?" Mile's spoke as he looked Miguel’s car passing by.

Now all the eyes were on him.

"Or we... can spy him?"

Pavitr's smile turned into a smirk.

"Like, you distract him and the rest can go around to find any clues on his home"

"Why me?!"

"Cause it's your idea" Gwen chuckled

"I'm pretty sure that's property invasion"

"I'm in." Hobie mumbled

The plan was set.

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Miles gulped for the thousandth time as he approached, the door of Mr. O'Hara's home growing ominously big and closer.

"Nuh uh. I'm out."

His phone buzzed, Gwen's name displaying on screen.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm out!"

"Miles, I swear... Just distract him enough for us to get a glimpse on the back side of his house!"

"If I die? Keep my collection of figurines intact." He could hear Gwen groaning from the other line.

"Don't be dramatic. Just ask him if he needs anything done this week!"

"Fine. Fine. Alright."

He shook his body and gave his cheeks a brief pat, walked over the door and dinged the doorbell. His breath hitched as the door slid open, but instead of Miguel, a woman opened the door. Short, pretty, kind eyes and hair donned in a messy bun. That was definitely one of Miguel's t-shirts.

"Yes?"

"Uh... Hi. I'm Miles Morales, from Friendly Neighborhood Spiders?"

"Oh?" You looked confused

"Just a little business me and my friends set up. Uh... we eh, we just ring doorbells and ask if we can do chores for the neighbors around the block?"

"That's pretty cool! Didn't know about it. Gotta ask Miguel if we need any services right now."

"Wait, you... You know Mr. O'Hara?"

"Mr. O'Hara?" You giggled, shaking your head, "Miguel! Mi amor! Can you come at the door please?"

Mi amor?

Miles' eyes went wide at the endearing term. His breath caught in his throat again as he saw Miguel’s hulking figure carrying a baby that wasn't Mayday. Just like Pavitr had said.

Gwen, Hobie and Pav approached behind Miles, they had been watching from the other side of the street and we're too tempted to not see the scene unfold for themselves.

"¿Qué pasó?" (What's wrong?)

His voice low as the baby was falling asleep in his arms.

"I didn't know we had some entrepreneurs in the neighborhood. They wanna know if we need anything this week."

"No" Miguel shook his head softly, the toddler in his arm stirred. A thick eyebrow of him raised at the expression of the four teens. A 'The legend is real' expression, all eyes settled on the golden ring around his finger, matching yours.

Hobie however just smirked. 30 bucks on his pockets would do nice things for him.

"Will go prepare dinner then. Nice to meet you guys!" You chirped and waved your goodbyes, leaving Miguel alone with them.

"So..."

His sharp features went blank

"You're married. And have kids."

"Oh! We can babysit that pretty baby too" Pavitr sing sung

"The lawn is enough for now." Miguel’s voice still remained low, but firm.

"Right. Uh, thanks. We'll be back."

A hurried 'have a good evening Mr. O'Hara' was thrown his way as they fled from his door.

Once they were far enough, Miles couldn't help but hold his head and gasp.

"He is married!"

"Yeah, noted." Gwen nodded

"Did you see that toddler?! Oh so chubby and precious!"

" Yeah, cool family and all. Y' owe me 30"

"You seriously know how to sour the moment" Pavitr slid two five bills on his hand.

"Well, mystery solved." Gwen slid another two bills on Hobie's hands

"That explains the baby chair in his car."

"You peeked into his car?!" Mile's freaked out

"Wut? Ya said you wanted to go in his home."

Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Kids."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#hobie brown #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #t writes✨

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orionremastered · 11 days

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Are there another part for shapeshifter golden tiger reader :D i appreciate your writing so much! 💕

I've gotten another ask regarding a shifter!reader, so Imma just pile em up into one big AU. Send more shifter requests to have them added to the list! Even outside of gotham with other dc heroes would be cool. Like they've all got connections with other shifters online or sumin

shifter gang

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Part One

Golden Pt. 2

It's been a few days since you last saw the pair, and maybe you're okay with that. Nights have been quiet yet cold, and you're getting excited about the temperature change that comes with spring.

Night patrols have been close to uneventful; save a kid or two there, maul a criminal of two here- the usual, in other words.

You're expecting the usual again tonight, just quiet patrolling and nothing extreme-

Look, you haven't been here for long, okay? Optimism, got it?

You're on the prowl for a missing girl, one that the bats no doubt have on their radar too, but you never know- you might get to her first. You went to the apartment where she lives and are confident that you could pinpoint her on her scent alone.

It's been an hour or two since you started looking and finally, you catch a whiff of the little girl's scent. You draw closer to an abandoned building, sneaking through structures to hide from the unforgiving street lights that flicker, forgotten by the city.

You jump onto a dumpster and into a broken window above it, landing quietly on the dusty floorboards. You can hear crying and the little girl's scent gets stronger.

Someone snaps at her as you draw closer, creeping up the stairs to the second floor. Thankful that the floor doesn't creak, you continue through the corridor of apartments, the number of each room fading from their painted places upon doors.

The screaming gets louder until you stop at a door, slightly ajar. You nudge it open with your nose and- you've luck- it's silent too.

"Shut the fuck up, dammit, you'll-"

The man doesn't get much more out of his mouth before you pounce, toppling both of you to the floor. Your fangs lock around his wrist, making him cry out in pain as you reach for the gun in his hand and throw it to the farthest corner of the room.

"Get-"

You snarl, pushing a set of sharp claws into the top of his spine. He yells curses that one should not around a child.

The window shatters beside you and two figures gracefully land in the room, one larger and one smaller by the sound of the thuds. You turn your head to glare, teeth bared and gleaming before you realise it's Robin and Batman- the duo one only fears if they're a criminal in the light of justice.

The man continues screaming, but not after giving one threatening snarl, deeper than any other you ever have.

"Leave the rest of this to us," Robin says calmly, and you're certain you like him more than the brooding knight in the corner near the gun.

He's allergic to those things anyway, so it's not like you're worried.

You step off the man's back and slowly approach the girl. She scrambles back and you remember you have blood still on your fangs. Still, you lower your head and attempt to look as harmless as a big cat can.

You can't grin when she reaches out to pet your head in case she sees your bloodied teeth. Once she realises you won't do her any harm, she scratches your neck and ears. Purring, you nudge her gently and lower yourself to the floor.

She's small enough to climb onto your back without it being too much of a struggle to stand and walk- she must be only five. She giggles, eyes red with tears, but she finds comfort in the warmth of your fur.

"GCPD has been called," the Bat says, glaring down at the criminal. You and Robin do the same. "Would you like us to take the girl to a hospital?"

You raise your head to look at him and flash your fangs, a solid 'no'.

"Whatever you think is best," Robin says, the Bat looking at him with a stare only a father could give to his son. "But wait, before you go-"

Robin smooths the short furs of your head and scratches underneath your ear. It takes you by surprise at first, but you don't snarl or bare your fangs at him, so he continues until he feels as though his father's glare has gone on long enough. "I told my siblings I'd pat you first. It's a bet, the only one I have participated in so far-" Batman snorts- "And I have won. As expected, I have succeeded."

You make a sound of amusement.

"Perhaps we shall work together again," the older of the two says. You huff, knowing you did all of this yourself, but nod anyway.

Perhaps it's time to make some friends -ones that aren't drowning in coffee and assignments, anyway.

Taglist: @veunho, @chevysstuffs, @carewerff, @xxrougefangxx, @yorkeylover

#batfam #batfamily x reader #damian wayne x reader #batfamily #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader

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todouswife · 6 months

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Fanum Headcannons

I'm still pretty new to amp as a whole so this is probably not the best but I'm trying bc why is there no Fanum content here ???? this man is too fine to not have a million fics. sigh i guess i gotta do it myself. i swear ill get better once i grasp how he is more. i just gotta watch them more

He is very protective, not jealous. He knows he got you and you stayin' but he don't want no one to try anything with you. Like he doesn't care what you wear with him but he doesn't want u to wear stuff too reviling by yourself. He's just worried someone will try you.

He gives me very much so

"Nah you need to look sluttier. Let ya ass hang out or somethin'," he says looking at your outfit. You scrunch up your face not expecting that answer.

"What do you mean?"

" What I said, wear something sluttier imma show you off tonight baby. Don't worry about nobody sayin' nothin' to you I can fight baby."

With that said he deff the type to meet some folks while you are out with him and when they start talking about you not knowing you're his girl he just lets them talk and get surprised when you come up and kiss him.

"Damn, she shakin' that shit," one of the dudes he was sitting with at the bar says looking at you. Fanum just chuckles and agrees glancing her direction every few minutes.

"Look at ha. She comin' this way imma try and get ha number." the same guy says when he notices you walking in his direction.

"Nah bro, I wouldn't do that. What if she got a man?" he says with a smirk watching his girl make her way over.

"Who cares nigga? She bad he shouldn't have let her come out alone."

"Good thing I didn't huh? Now get the fuck on goofy." Fanum says right as you get over to them. "How you doin' mami?" he asks, his attitude so much different.

He is such a gentleman. Like holds your hand and guides you downstairs. He refuses to let you open a door if he is there. He will not let you walk on the side near the street. just little stuff

he knows little things make you happy. He will plan dates, color code y'alls outfits, buy flowers, cooks, and takes care of you.

This man will speak in Spanish and it is the sexiest thing ever and he will say some of the sweetest stuff and then refuse to translate

He seems so mean and like he just goes through women but when he finds someone he loves he is just so sweet and like a big teddy bear.

#amp #fanum #fanum x reader #fanum fan fic #amp fanum

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redhoodinternaldialectical · 10 months

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I don’t think Jason has ever hated Tim

I recently revived my Jason Todd hyperfixation from its torpor and realized I had... Means and Ways of reading as many comics as I want for free, so I made the transition from Fanon Only to having read Lost Days, Under the Red Hood, Teen Titans #29 (where Jason fights and beats the tar out of Tim), Hush, Red Hood and the Outlaws (the majority of both runs), Red Robin: The Grail, Batman and Robin: Streets Run Red, Green Arrow #70 - #73 (where Jason kidnaps Mia), Battle for the Cowl, and a smattering of other bits and bobs, all within the last month.

I have come to the conclusion that the idea that Jason hated Tim before slowly learning to be okay with him is completely backwards.

Jason starts respecting Tim as a fellow combatant after basically their first meeting, and was sympathizing with him even before. Fandom talks a lot about how Jason repeatedly tried to kill Tim, but I think there’s a good argument to be made that actually Jason has never tried to kill Tim, and there’s a better argument that Jason has never tried to hurt Tim out of a dislike for him.

Tim is the one who feels viciously betrayed by Jason, hates his guts, and depending on if you blend in the New 52 either learns to begrudgingly like him or just stays hatin.

Obviously I need some proof here, since this goes completely against the grain of every relationship interpretation I’ve ever seen for them, so approximately seven miles of character analysis under the cut lmao

I’m gonna try to go in chronological order of the characters’ history here, which means we’re starting with Lost Days, and Jason’s first reaction to finding out there’s a new Robin:

This does not look like anger to me.

Lost Days is only six issues long, and this is the entirety of the pages devoted to Jason’s feelings on Tim. Jason succeeds in a plan that would have almost certainly killed Batman if Jason had gone through with it. Jason undeniably has Joker dead to rights at one point, but lets him go. Jason at no point in this story attempts to harm Tim at all.

Now for Hush.

Context for fanon only folks: this is where the “throat slitting” bit happens.

Context for a lot of confusion: I don’t know if Jason is the one who holds Tim hostage or not.

In the original Hush plot line this is only Clayface; Jason isn’t here at all. It was later retconned in Under the Red Hood that Jason was actually in this fight for... some amount of time. It’s highly unclear to me when they swap out. Probably because originally, they didn’t swap out. Oh well! In either case, it’s now canon that Jason coached Clayface on his acting, so for the purposes of this essay, Imma hold Jason responsible for the throat damages and the words said regardless of who did what!

Right off the bat: this is a hostage taking, not a murder. Yes, Clayson Jayface does nick Tim’s neck and absolutely makes the threat of murdering him to Batman, but it’s clearly a threat. Like, look at this panel:

He is talking a lot. This isn’t an attempt to kill Tim, it’s an attempt to screw with Batman. No matter who this is, they have every reason to expect that Batman will stop them before they do any permanent damage. Can you see that little, blurry, half-hidden line of red? Lets look at what the damage was later on:

The bleeding was stopped by a bit of cloth, some pressure, and he’ll need stitches eventually, but they can clearly wait, and Tim doesn’t seem alarmed. That’s enough to scar, and enough that it is perfectly reasonable for Tim to assume that he would have died if he hadn’t been rescued.

However, Jason being deeply protective of kids is a reasonably consistent character trait. “You really think I’m gonna bring the pain to a ten year old?” Even at Jason’s most villainous, he is willing to put himself in danger in order to protect his own sidekick Scarlet. I think it would be very out of character for him to have gone through with it. Combined with Jason’s later actions and the general fact that a hostage is pretty useless dead, I come to the conclusion that Jason was bluffing.

It is ambiguous though, and I admit that this is probably the weakest link in the “Jason never tried to kill him” chain.

But enough of that, was he angry with him? Is the hate there?

I argue no, and that really there’s no emotional investment in Tim at all. In terms of hard numbers the pages Jalay Toddface spends holding Tim hostage is 3 and the number he spends fighting Batman is 13 and the number of times he even so much as LOOKS at Tim is ZERO, like actually, literally ZERO TIMES. He does not spare poor Timmy a SINGLE GLANCE.

Now make a special note here because those three pages of no eye contact from someone who might not even be Jason are the ONLY times that Tim is called Pretender or Imposter.

I’m relying on this research done by Kiragecko: https://kiragecko.tumblr.com/post/128411908944/bat-sibling-interaction It only goes up to Battle for the Cowl, (as does this essay it turns out, I just don’t know how to bridge between that and the New 52) so it isn’t every interaction ever, but it’s still excellent research, go leave a like.

According to them: “Comments: Tim thinks about Jason a lot while he’s first training. He imagines the former Robins giving him pep talks, and uses them to fight off fear gas. When Jason comes back, though, Tim’s really nasty, especially in his head. Jason, however, is somewhat respectful. He usually calls Tim ‘Tim’, and seems to kind of like him. ‘Pretender’ and ‘Imposter’ are things that CLAYFACE said, not Jason.“

How many times are those said? Once. Each. That’s it. As a comment under the Jason and Tim post done by Kiragecko points out, “Replacement” doesn’t even get used.

Under the Red Hood is basically THE Jason Todd comic. To my memory he doesn’t interact with Tim in it. However, it does contain that aforementioned reconning! So we get to see his reasoning during this encounter.

And it very very clearly isn’t at all about Tim.

Moving on to Titans Tower, which is indisputably focused on Tim: When he fights Tim, he is absolutely violent and over the line, but he’s NOT out of his head. Jason is clearly very lucid and careful about what he’s doing.

Is he angry? Of course! He’s angry at the Titans who in his mind cared about him way less than their other members, and accepted a replacement robin as though his life, his whole flesh and blood self, was something that could be so easily forgotten and swapped out.

But I think it would be a mistake to assume that Jason’s at all mad that he isn’t Robin anymore.

A very interesting direct parallel to this fight is when Jason kidnaps Mia, Green Arrow’s sidekick Speedy, fights her, appeals to their commonalities and encourages her to solve crime his way rather than Green Arrow’s way.

In both scenarios Jason engineers a way to isolate a sidekick and attempts to teach them something through combat. He makes a direct appeal to them against their mentors, and seems genuine about what he’s saying. He also lets both of them live, and with Mia is honestly pretty damned polite about it all. At least, as polite as a guy can be about kidnapping you and encouraging you to try to kill him in your high school gym that he definitely should not know about.

The plain fact of the matter is that Jason knocked Tim out, had time to paint his whole ass name way up high on a wall, and did not kill him. This is the same Jason who just prior to that took out all of Tim’s allies non-lethally. The same Jason who kept Mia’s protector’s busy non-lethally. The same Jason who cuts Mia free and gives her weapons back and starts slow in their fighting to make sure he doesn’t hurt her too badly. The same Jason who seems to feel very strongly that killing, trafficking, or selling drugs to kids is an unforgivable offense and very clearly sees Tim as a kid.

Quite frankly, this reads not like a murder, and not like a jealous beatdown, but an attempt to convince Tim that he’s going to get himself killed and needs to get out while he still can. In Jason’s mind before they meet, Tim is purely A Robin, a kid who deserves better than to be put into danger against the same monsters over and over again until he finally slips up and dies.

Is this a hairbrained and back asswards way of doing that? Yes! But it does track for someone who tries to do all of his talking through his actions, which do speak louder than words, but unfortunately C-4 loudness is not actually a significant boon to nuanced communication.

If you want to put it in a less charitable way (and maybe we should, this is a bonkers asshole move on Jason’s part no matter how you slice it) then we can say Jason is testing Tim, trying to see if this one has what it takes to be better than he was, to survive where he couldn’t. Personally I think it’s a mix of both, and for this end of that emotional mess: Tim passes the test.

Jason leaves while talking about Tim in present tense, showing that he has every expectation of Tim being alive, and praises him in the process:

Did you know that the fun panel of Tim kicking Jason in the nuts is actually from the same comic run, about twenty or so issues later?

Did you know that the argument they were having starts with Dick and Tim wrestling with Jason and accusing him of a murder he did not commit, and in fact tried to save the victim from?

Did I mention yet that the death in question was of Duela Dent, aka the JOKER’S DAUGHTER, whom Jason caught attempting to hold a young woman hostage for ransom? And that Jason repeatedly shot her getaway balloon instead of her and then tried to save her life immediately afterwards despite the fact that she was going to let the hostage plummet to their death? And it is implied that part of the reason he’s so easy on her is because of “Once a Titan always a Titan” loyalty, with this being our first clue that Jason isn’t the one shooting at her anymore?

Did I also mention that he comes to her funeral in part to be around Donna (the starry leotard lady whose statue he smashed) because it’s nice to be around people who understand being displaced by their own death? And that the one who sticks up for him in this scene is Donna?

At risk of negating my own thesus here, I’d say it’s reasonable to think that maybe Jason feels rage-hate for Tim in this “kicked in the dick while Dick grins smugly” moment.

Lets go now to Robin #177 at the tail end of the 1993 to 2003 run - Bruce has “died” and Tim hasn’t yet gone on his epic quest to find him. Tim finds Jason unifying street gangs with the intent to bring them under control and solve the current crisis. He appeals to Tim for help with this, in fact he comes off as almost puppy dog eager to work with him, and seems really sad when he says fuck no.

This is one of the first fights in which Tim really holds his own against Jason, and I am very proud of him, yes :3

This gets Jason arrested. Then Tim actually goes through with a heavily modified, less violent version of Jason’s plan that Jason didn’t think could work. A few issues later, when Tim decides that he’s going to try to honor what Bruce would have wanted by springing Jason out of jail, Jason makes note of that.

Jason is pretty damned civil at their next meeting, even though Tim makes it pretty damned clear he doesn’t want him around.

And now... we have to talk about Battle for the Cowl.

I’ve seen it described as a masterclass in how NOT to write Jason Todd, due to it portraying him as being an absolutely off his rocker anger murder violence man. I am inclined to agree.

In this three issue comic Jason Todd has been dRiVeN mAd (in the most bullshit comic sense of that word) by Bruce’s will... telling him to go to therapy. Yeah. So uh, he dons a Batman suit to shoot people in AND pretends to be Black Mask so he can enslave a bunch of villains Amanda Waller style, and like it gets weird from there. It is an extremely jarring transition from that last scene to GUNS BAT HATE MAN.

He still does not hate Tim in it. I really, seriously thought I was going to have to make a lot of excuses for this portion but then the more I read of it the more vindicated I was cause let me repeat: One of the most unhinged with Bat hate and crazy juice versions of Jason ever put to print does not hate Tim at all.

Hell, he likes Tim! He compliments him!

And on top of that, even though he is MUCH more lethal against his fellow robins when they attack him - Jason straight up shoots a ten year old Damian in the chest. It’s fucked. - There is still evidence to suggest that Jason deliberately didn’t kill Tim when he had ample opportunity.

Jason first of all never hunts Tim down. I’ve heard Battle for the Cowl described as Jason tracking Tim down or kidnapping him or going after him to force him to Be His Robin, but that’s just not how it goes.

Instead he waits for Tim to come find his Batcave, disorients him, and goes for a ton of surface cuts. He only actually goes for a real body blow after Tim picks up a crowbar and beats Jason across the face with it a few times.

(Again, proud of you Timmy)

After the stabbing, Jason doesn’t just leave Tim there; this isn’t a matter of hurrying on before he could check. He’s seen dragging Tim off. When Nightwing later comes to rescue him, Dick is downright certain Jason is lying to him about Tim being dead because Jason is refusing to show him the body and Dick figures it’s because he knows there’s no body to show (if in part because he can’t let himself believe Tim is dead without hard proof).

Tim himself wonders about this, noting that the batterang was rusted and shattered on his armor.

Sure, Tim used playing possum to make his pulse slow to a near stop for a while, maybe that fooled Jason, but keep in mind that BRUCE taught Tim that skill, and if there’s one thing these comics have established, it’s that Jason is dangerous precisely because he is so intimately familiar with the techniques of the Bat. Jason even makes specific note of the fact that Tim being trained like Bruce and fighting like Bruce would be his downfall at the beginning of their fight.

The whole comic leaves me wondering just how much of what happened went completely according to Jason’s plan. I really would not put it passed him to engineer a ‘death in the family’ recreation for the next Batman in line! As much as I agree that this is garbage characterization for him in many many ways, I do think Jason makes a fantastic villain. I love to see him run rings around the Bats in some places, and make lemonade out of getting his ass kicked in others.

No matter how we interpret the stabbing here though, what does seem very clear to me is that Jason makes the Be My Robin offer to Tim first and foremost because he thinks pretty highly of Tim! He’s been rejected by Tim at least three times over but keeps holding a hand out for him. This does not seem like Tim hater reaction hours here!

Also that whole thing about kids being dragged into this vigilante life irresponsibly? Yeah that’s still there!

I have TRIED to find evidence that Jason hates Tim at like literally any point here. I have gone through the shit people point to. I have looked at the context around those and dug up more obscure interactions for second and third views. Everywhere I look I just see more instances of Jason complimenting Tim!! It’s driving me nuts!

The only conclusion that I can come to is that people read this stuff and just trust that Tim is right about Jason. Tim’s internal view waaay more closely resembles fandom interpretation. Tim assumes that Clayson Toddface would absolutely have killed him in cold blood, that Jason beat the shit out of him purely to prove he was stronger, that he’s a brute, a moron, an active danger to society, and that every bit of leniency given to him will result in betrayal and death.

I don’t have clearer proof for it, but I also don’t think it’s a stretch to say that Tim probably believes Jason has it out for him and holds him responsible for his replacement.

So yeah. As a fascinating reversal of my expectations going in: I don’t think Jason has ever hated Tim, but boy fuckin howdy has Tim HATED Jason.

#jason todd #tim drake #character analysis #jason todd and tim drake #jason todd & tim drake #jaytim #jason todd/tim drake #robin #red hood #red robin

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xmalereader · 1 year

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Simon “Ghost” Riley x Male Reader

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Authors Note: Back at it again with some more Simon shots! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), had to write this one because I can’t stop thinking about Simon being some rich guys bodyguard and perhaps a small hint of enemies to lovers-ish? Well, :/ you Can decided what you think!

Summary: Reader is the son of a very powerful man who is protective of their own son and hires a bodyguard to keep a close eye on him. Reader tends to drive his guards crazy due to his escaping and hiding but this new guard can’t be outsmarted.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, auctions, language, ghost is soft, mention of sex, devious reader, ghost is done, artist, art work, past memories, childhood.

Word count: 4.3

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He didn’t need a bodyguard, he was the son of one of the most dangerous leaders ever who knew how to defend himself, but his father thought otherwise. Thinking that he wasn’t strong enough or needed extra protection from someone else. His own father had hired a bodyguard behind his back when he returned back from Germany, scolding the old man and arguing that he didn’t need someone to watch him twenty four seven.

He was capable of taking care of himself but, due to his fathers work getting dangerous he was becoming a main target for his enemies and needed a bodyguard at all times. He had refused to meet his new bodyguard, escaping the hands of his father and finding places to stay hidden and away from his fathers men. He kept a low profile whenever he was out in public, hiding away the fashionable clothes and dressing casual. The clothes he was given weren't comfortable and preferred to wear something warm and to his liking. With winter approaching he didn’t want to wear anything too revealing or something that’ll keep him cold for the whole day. When his father told him about his new bodyguard he’d ran away, jumping out of his bedroom window and escaping the place, not wanting to deal with his fathers business again as he runs into town to hide from said, bodyguard. He knows it’s immature to run away like a school teenager who just threw a tantrum at their parents, he didn’t act spoiled nor did he care about money. All he wanted was privacy and his own freedom from his fathers grip, far away from everything.

He thought he got that freedom when he ran into town, keeping his identity hidden from everyone only to slam face first into his new bodyguard. He didn’t think that he’d be found so quickly, impressed but also upset at the fact that he was not smart enough to hide or runaway. When he first met his bodyguard it was in the streets of Camden, his father was doing business near the area and lived close by, giving himself the chance to escape before he got to meet his new guard who found him shortly in less than ten minutes, not giving him time to hide or to stay away from such dangerous streets. His new guard had snatched him from the streets, hand gripping him by the collar as he glared down at him.

“Your father mentioned that you would hard to find, but the challenge was too easy.” He hears the man’s gruff voice, earning a harsh glare from the other. His guard had let go of him when he pulled away, fixing his jacket as he grumbled. “Can’t have five minutes of privacy without someone getting in the way.” He hissed at the guard who only stared at him through his mask.

“Your fathers orders.”

“Yeah? Well guess what, you can ignore his orders and go along with your day. I don’t need a guard and can take care of myself.” Said Y/n.

“No can do.”

Y/n groans at the man’s words, rolling his eyes as he huffs out some air, glancing over at his new guard who stood taller than him. A skull mask covering his face, giving him access to seeing his eyes only. He wore dark clothing that kept him hidden in the dark and nothing that’ll expose his position as a guard. “Do you have a name?” He suddenly asks the guard, eyeing him up and down.

“They call me Ghost.”

“Ghost?” Y/n scoffs, shaking his head. “Okay, ghost—imma get going.”

“Can let you do that.” Ghost sidesteps, refusing to let him escape from his grip again. “Your fathers orders were to keep you safe and out of Camden town, it’s far too dangerous for someone like you.”

“Not my fault he decided to stay in this god forsaken town.” Y/n murmured as he tries to go around ghost but is stopped by the larger man wrapping his hand around his wrist. “Whenever you go I go.”

Y/n sighs deeply. “Fine.” He admits defeat as ghost lets go of his wrist and allowed him to continue forward. He gives himself the chance to head back home, fuming in anger as his new bodyguard followed him all the way back, standing a few inches apart but still close enough to get a hold of him if he were to run away and disappear from his sight. When they arrived at the large mansion he’s quick to rush inside, slamming doors open. He didn’t care if he was interrupting an important meeting or embarrassing his father, the old man deserved it.

When he slams the door open to his fathers office the old man sitting behind the desk isn’t phased by his actions, focused on his paperwork before glancing up with a grin. “I see you found him—told you that he’s a slippery one.” His statement is directed to ghost who stood behind him.

Y/n frowns deeply, turning to face his father. “I don’t need a bodyguard, I am capable of taking care of myself and deserve some privacy without having some—“ he waves his hand. “Some dog chasing me everywhere I go!” He exclaims angrily while his father continued on with his work. After signing one last document he sets his ink pen down, eyes moving from the documents to his son. “You’ve gone through five bodyguards on the last year, not one was able to keep track of you until now. I only Want you safe and aqua from enemies.”

“I know when an enemy is near!”

His father raises a brow. “Even the one who had you bent over a table?”

Y/n’s breath hitched, an embarrassed smile on his lips. “I’m my defense I didn’t know he was the son of Ethan and I apologize for when you walked in on us…” he murmurs the last part shyly. His father wasn’t one to care if he slept with a man or a women, he simply cared that he was with someone he could trust rather than someone who’d try to kill or use him.

“That doesn’t matter—!” Y/n exclaimed. “What matters is that I don’t need a body guard. I can handle myself.” He repeats himself one last time but his father only ignored his words. “He will remain by your side whether you like it or not and that is final.” His father stands from his seat, rounding the table and step in front of his son. He placed his hands on his shoulders and sighs deeply. “I have business in Mexico—you are to remain here in London while I get things done.”

Y/n frowns, looking away from his father as the older man gently lets him go. “It’s for your own safety.” He hears him whisper out before walking off with his own guards behind him. His father was a dangerous man but he wasn’t a monster, he didn’t kill for pleasure or do terrible things towards innocent people. His father cared about his own son and would do anything to keep him safe—after losing his wife and Y/n’s mother the two were all they had and his father couldn’t lose his only family left.

Y/n watched as his father leaves the room, leaving him alone with Ghost. The man was stoic and silent, never showing any hints of expression. He remained to himself from what Y/n learned just by observing him. The two remain in the silent room, breathing softly as he exhaled through his nose, keeping himself composed from wanting to lash out on his father for providing such unnecessary guard. When he collects himself he walks out of the room, pushing the door open as ghost follows behind him and around the house.

“You don’t have to follow me exactly everywhere I go.” Y/n grumbled out, looking over his shoulder to see ghost standing a few feet away. “Fathers orders.” Is all he says.

“I know.” Y/n rubs his temples, heading up to the stairs to his bedroom. “Let me get changed, I’ll be out quickly.” He tries to close the door quickly but ghost slams his hand against the door, shoving it open as he steps inside. “Not on my watch, your slippery and I ain’t letting it happen again.”

“So you want to watch me change?” Y/n suggests with a raised brow.

“I ain’t risking it.”

Y/n sighs. “Do what you want.” He walks around his own bedroom, collecting the discarded clothes and books that he had lying around. He wasn’t a very decent person when it comes to personal rooms, he kept things the way that made him feel comfortable or easy access in case he needed anything last minute. He hardly cleaned his own room and whenever the house maids tried to clean he’d panic by the sudden change in his room. It didn’t feel right nor did he feel safe. His bedroom was his security blanket and if anything is moved or changed without his notice he will panic.

“Didn’t think that someone like you would be so disorganized.” Said Ghost, his eyes following the young man that ran around his room like a frantic animal in panic. “Yeah—well, I like it this way. It keeps me from misplacing anything that doesn’t belong where it goes.” He explains. “Besides, I do clean—just…not today as you can see.” He kicks a specific book under his bed which doesn’t go unnoticed by ghost.

“Before you arrived I wasn’t just running away from my fathers responsibilities, I was heading to an auction. They host one every year and sell artifacts along with paintings and every year I go to try and find a specific painting but they never have it until now and I need to be there.” He explains to ghost, tucking away his things in different areas of his room. Finally showing some tidiness.

“It’s not safe.”

“Nowhere I go is safe! I live in a fucking cage with no exit.” Y/n lets his anger take over, shouting at ghost. “I can’t go anywhere without anyone watching me and I can’t leave without anyone knowing where I’ll be! This auction is important to me and I need to go—weather you let me or not I am going because I am not missing my chance.” Y/n had moved around his room frantically, leaving the balcony door open and giving him a quick exit to escape.

“Again, I am going.” He slips the backpack that he was preparing over his shoulder. “I already said that you can’t, kid.”

Y/n gives Ghost a sly grin. “I know.” With that he runs towards the balcony, jumping off as ghost cursed and ran after him. Y/n had jumped off the balcony many times and knew his way around, landing on a tree branch and jumping off to land onto the grass. Once he’s safe he looks up to ghost and smirks before running towards his own way out without being detected from the other guards that surrounded the mansion. He’s gone through the same route many times and his father still couldn’t figure out how he’s able to escape each time.

Slipping away from the guards and over the gates he’s able to sneak back into town. He is quick to put his hoodie on as he makes his way around, blending in with the crowds and keeping an eye out for his guard but also keeping an eye out for a specific address that he is to head too. He’s been there many times and should already have the address memorized but he can’t help but rethink the location and making sure that it’s the right place, he couldn’t miss this auction. What he needed to purchase was far too special and important to him that he’d spend every penny getting it back in his hands.

It takes him a few minutes to find the hidden auction. He takes notice of couples and other rich folk, dressed up in properly for the auction as they entered the building whilst murmuring amongst themselves. Y/n steps forward to get inside the building but is yanked back, someone gripping his backpack as he’s shoved away from the crowd and into an alleyway.

He’s pinned against the brick wall, coming face to face with ghost. An angry look in his eyes as he holds him against the wall. “Slippery but easy to find.”

“How did you—?”

Ghost holds up a tracker in hand, showing him his location. Y/n gaps at Ghost, “you—you bugged me?!” He whispers harshly in realization. “Not hard when your not paying attention.” Ghost slips the device into his pocket as Y/n pats his own self down, trying to find the tracker that was place on him. “That’s cheating.” He huffs out, leaning his head against the wall.

“Time to go, kid.”

“Wait, wait! Please let me do this! It’s urgent and I need to be inside it’ll be fast. Just one quick bid and then I’ll be out.” He pleads, clasping his hands together in a prayer, begging to be allowed to head inside. Ghost stares at him, glancing over to the entrance of the auction as he sighs deeply, knowing that he’d regret his decision later. “Fine—“

“Yes!” Y/n jumps in excitement.

“Hold on now.” Ghost grips him by the collar and pressed him up against the wall again. “A few rules.” His voice is gruff and stern. “You stay near exits, if anything looks suspicious or out of the ordinary you leave.”

Y/n nods in understanding.

“You wear this at all times so that I can hear you.” Ghost hands Y/n an earpiece that connects to his radio. “Use it in case anything happens and you must keep it on, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Y/n nods firmly but deep down inside he was bubbling with excitement, vibrating and anxious to get inside. Ghost can read him like an open book, still not knowing why he wanted to go to some snobby auction filled with rich people who only cared about themselves. “I’ll be watching.” Ghost lets him be aware, but Y/n wasn’t paying attention, slipping the ear piece in as he nods. “Yeah, got it—thank you!” He rushed out of the alleyway and towards the building across from them.

Ghost sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose before getting to work. He’s quick to climb the roof and get a good view of the building across the street. The building had a skylight, big enough to see the inside as ghost slips out some binocs and uses then to keep a close eye. He doesn’t spot Y/n until a few minutes later, his hair is done properly and is wearing a nice suit that helped him blend in with the others. He must’ve brought his own change of clothes in order to fit in with the rest of the people.

Y/n didn’t interact with anyone and kept to himself, remaining away from anyone staring as he makes his way towards the front of the room where chairs lined up in various rows as they prepared for the auction. Ghost watched as everyone takes their seats and wait for the first item of tonight’s auction to be revealed to the public. Ghost is able to hear everything as they announce each item; a few jewels coming from the seventeenth century from a royal family, a few artifacts that were found in Egypt and related to ancient pharaohs. Ghost expect Y/n to bid for some of those items but was surprised when he didn’t.

Y/n didn’t bat an eye at the jewels or relics, leg bouncing anxiously as he continued to wait with crossed arms over his chest. The auction has gone on for almost an hour and ghost was losing his patients, perhaps y/n had lied to him and was waiting for the right time to escape him again. Before he can call it and burst inside the building and drag him back home he hears the auctioneers voice cut into the com.

“Next we have a special piece of art work by none other than Mademoiselle Marionnette.”

Ghost looks over to the skylight to see Y/n airing up straight, a determined look on his face as he stares at the painting presented to the group of people. Many murmured and whispered amongst each other on how much they are to bid on the piece of art work.

“Let’s start the bidding at five thousand.”

All of sudden everyone started bidding, the number increased as each hand went up. Y/n continued to raise his, frowning at a few couples that tried to outbid him but he kept going, offering more and more as the counting continued. It wasn’t until the bid was nearing fifty thousand that people began to give up, only a few continued onward.

Ghost keeps listening as Y/n cursed under his breath, hearing the numbers increase. He didn’t care how much he paid or made his father pay but he was going to get that painting one way or another. As the crowd began to pull away it was only two bidders left, leaving Y/n and a strange elderly women on their own as they raise their hand. “Eighty?” His hand goes up. “I see ninety.” The elderly women sits up straight with a calm look on her face as she nods at the bidder. “I hear a hundred.”

Y/n glanced at the elderly women as she grins mischievously towards him. He takes that as a challenge and stands from his seat. “One million!” He shouts, earring the crowds wide eyes and soft gasps. He smirks towards the women who glared at him, looking away with a huff as she gives up on the bidding. Y/n smiles widely at his new purchase.

“One million for a painting?”

Y/n is startled by the voice in his ear, tense shoulders relaxing when he remembers that ghost was nearby. “It’s special.” He simply responds back to ghost, watching as the bidder dismisses the auction for the night and allowing those who purchased their items to go towards the back of the room. As Y/n stands to make his way over he hears Ghost speak up. “I’ll loose visual on you when you enter the room, if anything happens—“

“I know, I’ll let you know.” Y/n sighs to himself, making his way to the back where he sees a few people collecting their winnings, providing the money to the proper people as guards stood around the room, protecting the items in case anything is to be stolen. Y/n spots his painting, approaching it quickly as he stands in front of it, smiling softly to himself. He’s quick to pay for the portrait, taking the painting with him and trying to exit the building without chasing any trouble.

When he steps outside he lets out a deep breath in relief, holding the painting in his two hands as he steps out into the open road where he finds ghost leaving again a car, waiting for him patiently. “You do know I live close by?”

“Do you want someone to steal your million dollar painting?”

Y/n nods. “You’ve got a point.” He approached the Vehicle as Ghost opens the door for him and lets him get into the back, closing the door on him and rounding the car to get to the drivers seat. Y/n sets the portrait in front of him, smiling again as he takes in the details and features of the young women in front of him, his fingers trace over the rough patches of the painting, taking in the women who sat in a field full of flowers with a smile on her face as the wind blew into her hair. The silent ride back home ended in less than a few minutes, arriving to the front gates as Y/n tucks the painting to the side, glancing outside to see no sight of his fathers car and men.

He sighs in relief that once Ghost stops the car he’s quick to jump out with painting in his arms as he ran inside the large house, rubbing up the stairs and to his room where he slams the door open and sets the painting inside his closet. When ghost climbs the stairs and stands outside Y/n’s bedroom door he watched him searching his own bedroom for any signs of his father a stepping inside.

“What’s so special about the painting?” Ghost suddenly asks, curious.

Y/n glanced at ghost, making his way around him to close his bedroom door and locking it before heading to his closet and digging the painting out, displaying it against the wall as he steps back to examine the painting again.

Ghost takes a few steps forward, standing shoulder to shoulder as he eyes the painting. “Who is she?”

Y/n smiles softly. “My mother.” He mumbled out. “After my mother passed away, my father burned and gave everything that belonged or reminded her away. He didn’t want a trace of her in the house—afraid that he’d continue grieving or that he won’t be able to get over her death.” He explains while Ghost glanced at him, taking in his expression on how softly he was staring at the portrait. “This was back in Switzerland—“ he points to the background of the painting. “I was fifteen when we visited, she was healthy and strong and full of life. When my father was too busy with work it was I who spent time with her. I was there when she would say some dumb joke or when she’d punch a guy in the nose when we entered a pub because we just needed to use the restroom and some guy thought it would be funny to slap her bottom—which resulted in her punching him.” He chuckles at the memory of his mothers rage, letting it out on the man who touched her.

“It was our last day there and she took me to this nice view to have a nice picnic. I asked her if we could paint together and she urged me to paint her.”

Ghost turns to the painting, pointing at it. “You painted this?”

Y/n nods. “Yep, drew it and painted the damn thing.” He chuckles. “My mother really loved my work and I kept it for as long as I can remember…until her death, my father started to throw stuff out and sold this piece—claiming that it was my mother who painted it when it was really me who did that.” He remembers that day clearly, his father upset after his wife’s death as he cleared out her things, leaving no trace of her living with them.

Y/n never had a chance to keep something that belonged to her and perhaps provided him a memory or something that was apart of her. His father always found ways to get rid of her things and he wasn’t going to allow him to do the same to this painting. Y/n gives ghost a nudge in the shoulder. “Do you have a knife?”

“Yes.“

“Can I borrow it?”

Ghost gives him a questioning look, not trusting him. Y/n rolls his eyes, “I can handle a simple knife.” He snatched the blade from Ghosts vest, grumbling annoyingly as he sets the painting down on the floor, kneeling down to cut the portrait out of the frame. He’s careful enough to not ruin anything as he cuts around inside the border. When he finishes he sets the blade down and gentle removes the canvas from the frame, holding it up to get a good view of the painting.

Ghost takes the time to really examine the painting. He wasn’t an expert at art but he admired the man’s work, watching him role up the painting and stepping around his room as he takes a chair and placed it in the middle. “Can you hold this down?” He asks, tapping on the chair as ghost sighs deeply and holds the chair steady, watching him step onto the chair and standing on his toes to remove a fake part of the wall, revealing a secret empty hole as he placed the rolled up painting inside and closing up the small space. He sighs in relief, knowing that the painting was in a safe place.

He’s careful when climbing off the chair, ghosts hand against his back, cautious if he is to slip and fall. “Does your father know about that little secret of yours?” Ghost nods upwards to the hidden compartment that Y/n had in his own bedroom. “No—are you going to tell him?” Y/n questions with a small frown on his lips while Ghost looks into his eyes, sighing to himself as he shakes his own head. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Y/n gives a faint smile. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “You know, as annoying as I can be your not that bad. Perhaps I’ll let you stay around, unless you really get me upset then I won’t hesitate to make your life a living hell.” He jabs a finger to ghost who chuckled at his words, surprising the other when he hears the soft sound. “Trust me, you already made my life a living hell. I’ll get used to it.”

He chuckles too, smiling widely at his new bodyguard and perhaps his first favorite too. “We’ll get along just fine.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #Simon Riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #angst #fluff #cod mw3 #long shot

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rapplesart · 5 days

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Ok but like hear me out .

One of the dc crossover fanfics where Bruce adopts a kid (Danny phantom or Peter Parker iykyk) but instead of you know the bats finding them on the streets or having a whole hero cants and mouse thing or Barbara seeing them in the library they just go to the Wayne’s doorstep asking for money after being broke and having the idea in a half drunken state or joking about it .

Like for example Danny after being chased away from amity park and escaping his parents sits on the rooftop and talks with a gargoyles named Gary

„Yeah anyway that’s how I got here Gary, no clue what imma do know“ he says between another bite of pizza „like I’m pretty fucking broke and yeah maybe buying Pizza wasn’t the best investment in my situation but I was hungry I think I deserve a treat after all that .“

Gary stays silent as the two of them look over the city . Sirens echo in the distance, a few roofs in front of the, a black shadow appears between the gaps of the buildings, disappearing into the shadow just as fast as it appeared. Must be one of the bats Danny thinks .

He sets the piece of pizza back down into the carton in order to take a swig of the wine he stole from Vlads gift basket before his great escape. The man puts puts them on the counter for Mandy to find on a weekly basis now as part of his latest attempt to woo the woman. Jack adored the baskets when they first appeared, exited to have his best friend care about him and his wife.

Danny didn’t really plan on drinking it, he just brought it because it was the closest thing to grab. It was there so he took it . Now, sitting on the rooftop realising how fucked he truly was he decided he might as well be drunk for this too.

„And it’s not like any safe and sane workplace will take a random kid without paperwork. I probably need to do something illegal to go by now , Jazz would be so disappointed „ another swig from the wine .

It was fruity and dry and scratched his throat and Danny honestly didn’t enjoy the feeling but it made his wine just a little bit fizzier than before and it helped in a strange way.

Gary remained silent .

„sure there are a lot of Wayne foundations in Gotham that give out stuff , I did my research once I arrived after all, but they’d call cps and cps would either give me back to my parents or just straight up hand me over to the government so that is not an option „

Another bite of pizza . It was delicious a stark contrast to the wine

„It’s not like I can just go to Bruce Wayne and be like ‚yo got some money?‘ the guy would probably think I’m robbing him and call the cops and yeah, you get the gist of it Gary“

Another few beats of silence .

„But the dude is like crazy rich right? And he has his name on all of these foundations , and people say he’s an airhead so maybe I can just go to his house or something and ask for a donation. I mean it would be for a good cause , feeding a hungry homeless teenager is a good cause isn’t it ?“

„Yeah sounds like a pretty good cause Danny“ Damny answered himself as Gary by lowering his voice . The way one might get more into his head than he thought .

„You know what , I think imma just do this. Let’s just ask the rich guy for money he probably won’t even notice that he’s being scammed and if he does he probably has enough money nöt to care „

#danny fenton #danny phantom #batpham #dc x dp crossover #fanfic #fic writing #fic drabble #fic #drafts #batman

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dinas-a-bird · 9 months

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Okay so I’m imma request something you don’t have to do it!! But I love your work and uh idk I had an idea so.

Maybe dom g!p Abby and fem sub reader going to celebrate pride. On the way someone asks reader for their number and reader can’t say no so they say yes. Abby gets all pissed because she’s jealous. Anyways the person who asked reader for their number sees them kissing and Abby sees them as well getting all touchy with reader till the other person leaves. Well Abby fucks reader in a toilette or something to show them who they belong to. Idk if that makes sense😭. Also I got a huge breeding kink so if you could add it, that would be great.

Thank youuuu<3

I LOVED WRITING THIS REQUEST-anyway sorry this took so long my lovely anon, I started it then got writers block🥲 BUT I MANAGED TO FINALLY FINISH IT YIPPIE! I did change the request a little with how abby got jealous so I hope that is okay, but the smut is smutty and I tried my best to incorporate the breeding kink as well! this whole one-shot had a mind of its own once I got going

MINORS DNI

Unexpected Attention

Pairing: dom g!p Abby Anderson x sub!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering r!receiving, pet-names (good girl, princess, baby, sweet girl), dom!Abby, sub!reader, possessive!Abby, g!p!Abby, breeding kink, implied after care, penetration r!receiving, multiple orgasms, praise, degrading(blink and you'll miss it), use of y/n, modern AU

Summary: Ellie wants your number, Abby has other plans.

Word Count: 1,924

A/N: As always comments are appreciated and sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes, enjoy!

It is a bright and vibrant day as you and Abby make your way to the pride parade being held downtown, hand in hand. As you continue walking you start to see the streets lined with colorful banners, people walking about celebrating. You finally make it to the celebration and Abby looks over to you grinning, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Isn't this amazing, y/n?" she says, raising her voice to be heard over the cheerful crowd.

You nod, a smile spreading across your face. "It's incredible, Abs. I'm so glad you convinced me to come."

Soon you both find a spot to stand to watch the parade floats ride by. Abby looks around searching for something and as soon as she sees it she smiles and looks back down at you. “I’m going to head inside to the restroom,” She points over her shoulder to a restaurant not too far away, “You okay standing here and saving my spot till I get back?” Typically, Abby wouldn't dare leave you alone in a crowd like this, but because the restaurant was so close by she thought nothing would happen to you in the span of a couple minutes.

You peek around her, eyeing the building, you nod your head, “I’ll be okay Abs. Just be quick please.” She kisses your forehead, mumbling reassurances, before she heads off.

As you wait, you keep your eyes glued to the building your girlfriend entered. Only a minute or so has passed when you feel a light tap on your shoulder. “Hey cutie.” Spinning around you see a slender woman, who's wearing a confident smirk, standing inches away from you.

As the woman introduces herself as Ellie, you can’t help but notice her bold and flirtatious demeanor, something Abby would definitely not approve of. Her smirk and confident stance make it clear that she has an interest in you. Your heart races slightly, unsure of how to handle this situation.

"Hey," you reply, trying to maintain a friendly tone despite feeling a little uneasy. "I'm y/n."

Ellie's eyes gleam with amusement as she leans in closer. "Y/n, huh? That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," she compliments, her words laced with charm.

You blush slightly, feeling a mix of flattery and discomfort, mostly discomfort. "Thank you… Ellie. It's nice to meet you."

She chuckles, her eyes lingering on yours. "Likewise. You know, I couldn't help but notice you from across the crowd. You really stood out."

You shift uncomfortably, glancing around for Abby's return. "Oh, well, thank you. It's a fun day to stand out… I guess."

Ellie's smirk only grows wider, clearly enjoying the thought of having some kind of effect on you. "You're definitely not wrong about that. So, how about we exchange numbers? Maybe we can hang out sometime," she suggests. Leaning in closer she puts her phone in your empty hand.

You hesitate, Abby's possessiveness lingering in the back of your mind. But before you can respond, a voice cuts through the air, causing both you and Ellie to turn.

Abby is striding back towards you with purpose in her step. Her eyes lock onto Ellie, and you see her jaw clench slightly as she approaches. "Hey, sorry it took a bit longer than I thought," Abby looks at you, completely ignoring Ellie's presence.

"It's okay, Abs. This is Ellie. She was just..talking to me," you reply, gesturing towards the woman beside you.

Abby's eyes narrow slightly, but she forces a disingenuine smile. "Oh, hi Ellie. I'm Abby," she says, extending her hand to the woman.

Ellie takes Abby's hand, her smirk still in place. "Nice to meet you, Abby. Y/n here is quite the charmer," she gives you a playful wink.

Abby's grip tightens slightly on Ellie's hand, her expression becoming cold. "Yeah, I know.” Ellie seems almost unfazed by Abby’s harsh grip as they shake hands, almost relishing the challenge. Sensing the tension between the two, you decide to speak up.

"Actually, Ellie was just about to leave Abs," you say, placing the girl's phone in her unoccupied hand. "We were just having a quick chat. Right, Ellie?"

Ellie glances at you and then back at Abby, seemingly enjoying the drama unfolding before her. "Yeah, you're right. I should get going. It was nice meeting both of you." She gives you one last lingering look before walking away.

As soon as Ellie is out of earshot, Abby turns to you, her expression stern. "What was that about?"

You sigh, feeling guilty for the interaction. "I didn't expect her to approach me like that, Abs. She just started flirting with me and then asked to exchange numbers. But I didn’t put mine in her phone Abby, I promise."

Abby's jaw tightens again, and she takes a deep breath before mumbling. "Fuck.. alright c’mon." She grips your hand and leads you out of the crowd, you glance back and see Ellie watching you both with a playful smirk. You try to shake the image out of your mind as you look back up at your girlfriend.

“Abs, where are we goin?” Your voice cracks. Her gaze doesn't shift as she mumbles something, her voice drowned out by the parade. Soon she stops and opens a door, you look up and realize it's the same restaurant she entered earlier that evening. Once inside Abby grips your hand tight and leads you through the dining area to the back where the restrooms are located. Once there she ushers you inside and locks the door behind her.

Before you can ask what is happening, Abby pins you against the sink, your ass pressing into the growing bulge in her jeans. "I know you where going to give that fucking girl your number, if you're really that desperate to be fucked, then having my cock buried deep inside of you in a public restroom should be perfect. Don't you think?" You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pitiful whine as Abby's calloused hands push down your pants and underwear.

"You're going to be a good girl for me, right? Or would you rather me go out there and find Ellie?" Abby hisses into your ear.

"I'll be...be good." you choke out, your eyes closing as you feel Abby’s fingers slipping in between your folds.

"Fuck.. your so wet.. Is this all for me? Or is it for her?" Abby asks as she roughly inserts two of her fingers into you.

"All for you Abs" you manage to get out in between little whimpers and moans. After a couple more thrusts she pulls out her fingers and looks at them.

"You wet enough for me to stick a third finger in you, get you ready for my cock?" You manage to open your mouth but all that falls out of it are soft cries for her to put her fingers back. "When I ask you a question I expect an answer princess." You manage to let out a soft, "get me ready for your cock please."

"Good girl." She leans back into you, three of her fingers diving into your soaked pussy. "I'm going to make you mine," she growls her breath hot on your neck, "you're going to get so wet and hot for my cock that you won't be able to stop yourself from coming all over my fingers before I give it to you."

"'m yours please." you let out a choked sob of pleasure as she pumps her fingers harder.

"That's my good girl." She lets out a loud groan as she watches her fingers, stretching you open as she pushes them in as far as she can get them. "Your so fucking wet.. and so tight. I can feel you tightening 'round my fingers baby. You think you deserve to cum?" she asks, her finger pumping into you as she watches you.

"Yes!" you let out in a throaty moan, her finger thrusting into you as you feel yourself closing around her. "Please please.. let me cum!" Abby lets out a low groan as she pushes her fingers in deeper.

"Cum for me y/n, show me who you belong to."

"I belong to you! Abby, I'm yours!" You cry out as your legs start to shake.

"Fuck, thats it princess" Abby soothes as she holds you down by your hips, her fingers pumping into you as you cum around them. "You think your ready for my cock now? You think you deserve it" She kisses your neck, sucking a mark into the soft skin. A choked out please is all you can manage before you feel Abby remove her fingers and start pulling on her jeans and boxers behind you.

"I'm going to cum in you princess, you're going to be mine, and you're going to love it." you whine at her words and try to press your ass into her member. "You like that don't you dirty girl? The thought of me fucking a baby into that sweet cunt of yours?" Her words sound degrading but you can't help but feel your slick run down your thighs as she says them.

"please.. Abs..need it" you whimper.

"Shhh..sweet girl...i'll make sure not a drop of my cum leaves your pretty pussy." Abby's lips touch your ear, her hand guiding her cock to your entrance. She gently pushes the head of her thick member into you, then inches of her length until she's fully buried inside. After giving you a moment to adjust she slowly starts moving, sliding in and out of you as you whimper and moan in pleasure.

"You're taking me so well. I bet Ellie could never fuck you as well as I do." Abby whispers to you as she moves your hips, forcing her cock in and out of you at a faster pace.

"Please... please…’m yours..” you beg, feeling her fingers at your clit as she moves into you. "want you to breed me...need it Abs" You feel Abbys mouth start to leave sloppy kisses on your neck as she moans.

"you're such a good girl for me" she mumbles into your neck, her hips slamming into yours. "I'm going to make you feel so good. 'm gonna fill you up so good."

you choke back a sob as you feel your abdomen tightening. "'m gonna cum" you manage to say.

"Wait princess 'm almost there." Abby lets out a low groan as she thrusts faster. "Gonna fill you up with my seed...you're going to be so full of me." After a couple more thrusts Abby feels her thighs tighten. "fuck..cum with me" she begs as she thrusts harder.

“I'm cumming" you cry out, your body clenching around her as you feel your walls clamp down and milk her seed inside you. "Fuck...I love you Abby...I love you so much" you sob as she pulls her mouth away and kisses your ear.

"I love you too" she whispers before pulling her cock out of you. Abby grabs some paper towels and begins to clean you up as best she can. Once you both are cleaned up and redressed Abby leans in and engulfs you in a comforting hug. "How about we go home and take a nice bath?" She asks, kissing the top of your head.

Nodding your head you sigh into her chest, "I'd like that." Abby smiles at you as she steps away and begins to unlock the bathroom door.

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imajinxnation · 2 months

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Hi! I wanted to tell that John Constantine has such sad tired but beautiful eyes. and the way how he smokes is something special. Can you please write how he would react if he saw that the reader was smoking.

Smokey

John Constantine(2005) x Reader

SUMMARY // We all know John is a really bad chainsmoker, but he never knew you smoked too!

TW // Smoking(no shit), fluff, cussing..

Tbh I love this cause, imma be honest with ya'll, I smoke, mostly when I'm stressed, but still.. and I know everyone is gonna be on my ass for that, but I could be doing a lot worse shit than smoking, so be glad it's just that!

Thank you, I have been having writers block for days and you just FIXED IT!!!!

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

Me and Constantine have been dating for 2 years now, and during that time, I have witnessed an insane amount of people reprimand him for smoking like he does, and a lot of disgusted looks glanced his way after he pulls out cig after cig like they're candy.

He ignores these people and really doesn't give a fuck about what others say about his life choices. His life, his choice.. and who am I to tell him what he can and cannot do?

Especially when I smoke too.. bit hypocritical if I tell him to stop smoking while I take a puff or who, right?

Another thing I've noticed in our relationship is how he tries to keep from smoking in front of me and goes out on the balcony at our apartment to do it, or faces the opposite way as not to accidentally blow his smoke in my face.

I brung it up to him once, but he just brushed me off, saying he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.. How typical of him to not admit he cares about my health..

So far, he has never witnessed me smoke, and, because I buy the same brand as him, he doesn't think of it when he finds an extra pack on the counter every now and then, thinking I bought them for him.. Which results in him stealing my fuckin' smokes without even realizing it.

Usually, I have a smoke first thing in the morning when John is still asleep, and then maybe another at work, but that's all, so it's easy to see why he didn't know about our shared habit.. Until today.

It's an early Sunday morning and the streets are nearly bare due to it being a weekend, and for some, a day to relax and go to Church.

I'm out on the balcony, taking my morning smoke when I hear John rustling in bed, probably just tossing and turning like usual. I take a long drag from my cig and feel the white-ish gray smoke run through my lungs before blowing it out of my mouth with a sigh, some of it escaping from my nose instead.

"Baby.. what are you doing on the balcony this early..?" I hear John's deep groggy, huskey (~sexy~) morning voice ask from behind me.

He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and finally sees me clearly, looking at him, cigarette in hand, a little smoke still coming down and out my nose. He squints at me, tired and confused.

"Since when do you smoke..?" He asks, confused as fuck.

"Since I was old enough to do it without getting in trouble with the cops.." I say nonchalantly and flick some ash from my cigarette into the ash tray on the thin metal railing.

"Huh.. How am I just finding this out now?" John asks, clearly confused at how he has been dating me for 2 years and never knew 'till now.

"One; you sleep like a boulder, I do this every morning, and two; I don't use 20 packs a day like someone," I tease, smirking slightly.

He scoffs playfully, "Okay, well, I don't smoke 20 packs a day.. just 15. And also; are you fucking kidding me? I did all that shit so you wouldn't inhale my smoke only to find out it doesn't even matter cause you inhale your own!?"

"HA! So you admit that you did do all that because you care!" A shit eating grin crosses my face.

Constantine pauses for a minute and then lets out a sigh, knowing I wouldn't let it go, no matter what. Then a thought struck him.

"Fucking Christ.. The new packs of cigs! Those were yours weren't they!?"

I laugh at his reaction once he figures out he's been stealing my cigarettes.

"Don't even worry bout it, we smoke the same brand, so I steal yours sometimes too," I confess, a grin on my face as I take another drag before putting out what remains of the roll, pressing it down into the ash tray.

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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The First Snow

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Viserys is tired of his pathetic brother being unable to admit his feelings for you because you were the embodiment of everything he hated about the court, so he takes his matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, exasperated big bro!viserys, in denial!daemon, gossip girl!aemma, bros being bros, fluff, pining, typos, etc.

A/N: just wanted to drop a daemon fic in hopes i can finally do the damn reqs i have T_T i am finishing assignments so i have not proofread this imma skedaddle real quick and hope i dont sound unintelligible Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @sloanexx

"Well, you do have eyes now, don't you, lover?" Aemma muttered with a grin as she and Viserys walked to their seats in the banquet hall. "Of course, I have eyes, my queen, it's just that I find it hard to believe my brother is unable to admit his feelings to anyone," Viserys sighs as he leads his wife to his seat, "don't you think it's rather miraculous that someone's shut him up?" "Viserys." "What? I'm just saying-" The king and queen make it to their spots but freeze just before they were about to sit. All the room's attention is glued on the long hair prince fumbling back and forth between the table and the knocked food beside him on the floor, as if he didn't know what do, as if he cared about the destruction he just created. Then all at once it made sense as to why he was jittery as he walked over to a woman with a damp dress, who was s profusely apologizing to the servants who were scurrying off to clean the mess that was made, the mess Daemon made. Visery's jaw slacks. Aemma chuckles, "how darling." The king sits on his chair and watches as his brother fidgets with his fingers as he assists the woman with her wine-stained clothing, as if he was a boy who had never touched a woman, as if he had not sullied over half of the women in the damn street of silk. Aemma watches her husband's expression, "I told you so."

Daemon, begrudgingly, dramatically, wholly against his will, marched to his brother's chambers, to where he was summoned so early in the morning.

He did not even bother to tie his hair, he did not even bother to change out of the clothes he wore last night at the banquet and slept in.

"Fucking Viserys, treating me like an errand boy," he mutters under his breath as he shoved the doors open.

And once the doors were open, Viserys and Aemma, who had been attending to the diorama of King's Landing, turn to Daemon, freshly woken up, clearly unhappy to be here. Viserys is on his chair, Aemma is standing behind him.

Daemon thinks of how they mock him with a smile. He sucks in a deep breath, both for theatrics, and to calm himself. "What the fuck do you want, Viserys?" he says lowly with his hands on his hips impatiently.

The king turns to his miniature dragon replica, "good morn to you too, brother."

Daemon sighs, "what do you-"

"I do hope you're not hungover."

Daemon grinds his teeth at his brother's words.

Viserys turns to him with raised brows.

Daemon snorts, "no. I'm not. I'm just fucking pissed I was called her so early to you when I could be damn well sleeping!"

Aemma's ears ring at Daemon's words. She brushes her ears and scolds lowly, "Daemon."

Daemon rolls his eyes, "what do you want?"

Viserys purses his lips and puts his dragon down, "well, perhaps you'd like to know that most of the guests from last night have already left."

Daemon shifts on one leg and taps his foot on the other.

"That includes Aemma's dear friend, and arguably your favorite lady-"

Daemon is stoic when he hears the name Viserys says. Viserys is partial impressed and disappointed by how good his brother is masking his emotions right now. Then the king thinks, it's either that, or he really is pissed for being woken up so early.

"So?!" the prince quips like a child, "what does that matter to me?"

Daemon waits. Viserys knits his brows.

The prince cannot believe it. He scoffs, "You woke me up for that?!"

Viserys' nose flare. His jaw ticks.

"My king," Aemma places a hand on his shoulders.

The king scoffs, "well, then, you must not care that is has begun to snow, then."

Daemon is in utter disbelief. Why the fuck would h-

"Nor the fact that your lady has been fucking injured on her way home back to her estate!" Viserys seethes.

Daemon freezes, "what?"

Viserys averts his gaze and focuses on his figurines. You want sour? He can give sour.

"Viserys, what-"

"Well, I suppose I do apologize for waking you for such trivial-"

"Where is she?!" Daemon cuts, "wher- where did-"

"Oh, I don't know!" Viserys snaps, "maybe she's been taken back to her home to be tended to, for gods sake, Daemon," he looks at him with annoyance, "but then again, you don't care anyway, so why bother to-"

Daemon exits in a rush before his brother could finish his rant.

Aemma massages Viserys' shoulders are he deflates. She purses her lips at the sight of him.

He rests his face in his hand, "I do this for him, but then he treats me like I'm a fly buzzing around his damned ear."

Aemma sighs then and offers, "you mayhap were too cruel to make him believe the lady was injured, my dear."

Viserys scoffs, "oh, he'll get over it," he crosses his arms, "that'll teach him for disrespecting his older brother," he hisses, "his fucking king!"

Aemma purses her lips, "oh, you're just as bad as he is, Viserys."

Viserys turns to her, brows knit, "take that back."

In his haste, Daemon managed to get to the stables, stealing a coat from the stable keeper and mounting on his horse. He quickly put it on, but then decided it would take to much time to do so, so he begins to ride off on his ride.

It was nothing short of a miracle that he saw who he saw, just as he was galloping out of the castle walls. Daemon stops his steed so abruptly he nearly ends up injuring the both of them. Another miracle was that he didn't.

I perk in my seat and open my carriage door right after it had been closed just as I hear someone scream my name out from outside.

"Yes?" I call in concern, "what has happened? What is the commotion?"

The next second, I pull back in shock and clutch my chest when the face of a disheveled prince with his wild, blonde hair spilling over his face, his dress shirt loose and open, and only one of his two sleeves on his coat worn on his arm heaves in front of me, frantic, panic and alarmed.

I raise my brows at him, leaning over, "my prince I-"

"Are you injured?"

I pull my head back and look at him for a moment. I watch as he pants and clutches the door and its frame, awaiting expectantly for my reply. My lips part and for some reason, I think to examine myself before answering, "n... no. I am not injured, your grace."

Daemon huffs then raises his brows, "have you gotten into an accident because of the snow?"

I give him a face. I knit my brows harshly as I shake my head incredulously, "my prince... it does not snow in King's Landing."

Daemon mimics my expression as he rolls his shoulders back and drops his arms to his side.

I raise my brows at him in concern and reach out for his cheek. I whisper, "Daemon."

Daemon stills against my touch.

I brush his hair away with both my hands and tuck his long tresses behind his ears. I frown at him and his rigid demeanor, "is everything alright?"

He snatches my one hand before I can pull it away.

And then he has me stiffening because of how he says my name. He speaks it so softly. So... caringly. I narrow my eyes at him. What has the prince all worked up like this?

I wait for him to continue his thoughts but instead he looks at me intently.

I huff and shake my head, "what is it, Daemon? What's wrong."

"I..." he starts softly, "I don't want you to leave," he utters, solemnly.

My jaw slacks. I straighten in my seat, "what?"

He brings my palm to his cheek and presses it there with his own, "I want you to stay with me."

I suck in a sharp breath, "what?"

Does he have a fever? No... but he's naturally quite warm.

Daemon's face softens and then it stiffens again, "actually," he pushes past me and forces his way into my ride, sitting in front of me, "take me with you."

"W-wh-"

"I must speak with your father."

"Daemon, I-"

He sticks his head out of the door and screams for my rider to go, shutting the door behind him as he turns back to me with a glint in his eye.

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thetreefairy · 10 months

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First sleepover

Warnings: mentions of isolation, reader is oblivious to who the LOV are. Drinking, smoking. Taglist @slasherscrybaby @yandere-city Words: 951 p.2 had to re-publish this due to massive spelling mistakes, hope you guys like it,

But Tomu-Tomu will take Reader away from them.

“Bye~ I’ll be meeting up with Tomu-Tomu and his friends!” Reader shouted as they put their shoes on, they were going to get drinks with Tomu-Tomu and 2 of his friends. “Make sure to bring your self-defense kit!” Shota shouted, Hizashi rushing towards Reader with the self-defense kit. “Call us if you are in danger, alright?”

“Of course, pa, I will be home before 12 and I won’t drink too much.” Reader kisses Hizashi's cheek and waves as they leave the house. Reader sends a text to Tomu-Tomu.

player two to Tomu-Tomu: Can you send me the addresses, Tomu?

tomu-Tomu to player two: {insert random address} it’s a bit difficult to find, I will be at the start of {random street that is close by}

Player two to Tomu-Tomu: Thank youuu, I am so excited to meet your friends :D

Tomu-tomu to Player two: They are excited to meet you too, do mind Toga however, she is obsessed with blood due to her quirk.

player two to Tomu-tomu: :00, that's so interesting, I can see you. hehehe imma scare you : )

Tomu-tomu to player two: If you want to scare someone you shouldn’t, you know tell them.

Tomura chuckled as he re-read Reader's message, he had seen them himself. But with how cute they are, he couldn’t help but pretend to be scared when Reader hugged him from behind. “So scary~!” He said in a teasing tone. “Almost as scary as you trying to trash talk in Valaront.”

“Hey!” Reader shouted, realizing that he’s making fun of them. “I was really trying, but my little sister was in the same room!”

“Excuses, excuses.” He grinned as he ruffled their hair. At first Tomura wanted to use you, but after just a week of playing video games together he had grown fond of you. His master, AFO, likes you as well and his anger issues have died down now. “Now come on, before the burned bitch is going to call us and complain.”

"Burned bitch?” Reader asked with a curious tone as they started walking to Tomura’s hideout home. “Yeah, my friend has a lot of burns because of his quirk.” He said casually. “Look, we are here.”

When they got inside, a girl immediately hugged Reader. “Is this your friend Shiggy? They are so pretty!” Reader instinctively petted her hair. “Can I drink your blood, pretty please?” the blonde girl asked, drawing out the e of ‘please’.

“Maybe you should introduce yourself first, Toga.” A man with burn scars asked as he smoked. "Yeah! Nuh uh! Don’t tell them our names!”

“Jin, do me a favor and tone your other side down, I already have a headache.” the lizard type a guy hissed. “You can call me spinner.”

“Hello everyone, I am Reader.” After the introductions and small talk they started to play games. “My god, how did that crispy bitch pull you?” Dabi chuckled out drunkenly. Toga was drinking Reader’s blood happily but that comment made her gasp. “Shiggy and Reader are dating?!”

Tomura looked like he was about to burst and was red. “No no no, we are besties.” Reader chuckled, they were a bit tipsy. “But I do think he’s pretty.” Reader tried to whisper into Toga’s ear making her chuckle. Tomura had heard this and his brain isn’t braining right now. Reader then got a call from Hizashi.

"Papa!" Reader greeted him happily.

‘You forgot the time didn’t you?’ His voice sounded amused, but a bit strict as well. This caused Reader to gulp, they truly had forgotten the time! How stupid of them.

“Ah yes, I did, I am sorry but everyone is just so fun! I can go home right now.”

Tomura pushed a bag of blood towards Toga and whispered in her ear to pretend to be his girlfriend. When Toga transformed she said: “N/n, can I talk to your dad?”

“Ah, papa, Tomu’s girlfriend wants to talk to you, is that okay?”

‘That would be wonderful.’

“Hi, sir, I am Lily,”

‘Hi Lily, it’s nice to finally picture a voice by the person.’

“I was wondering if Reader could perhaps stay over at my house, I would feel awful if they had to go home this late.” Toga lied smoothly and before Reader could interrupt Tomura placed his hand over their mouth. Kissing their cheek when he saw their terrified expression.

“Don’t worry, you won’t get isolated.” He whispered in their ear. He had told the league about the heroes' strange punishments towards their oldest child, so none of them were surprised at his words.

Toga gave back the phone and winked at Reader.

‘Tomu’s girlfriend is such a lovely girl’ Hizashi told Reader. ‘Your dad and I agreed that you can stay over just this once.’

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Reader happily squealed.

‘Just make sure that you are home before Hitoshi returns from the class trip.’

“So at 4 pm I have to be home.” Reader asked to make sure.

‘Yes, and make sure to not tell Hitoshi, as you know he heavily disapproves of sleepovers.’

“I won’t, talk to you later and goodnight, pa.”

‘Talk to you later and sleep well, dear.’

When Reader hung up she looked at her new found friends. “Well I guess I am staying here.”

“Yay!” Toga shouted happily.

“You should sleep in handy man’s room.” Dabi said with a smirk.

“Sure!” Reader agreed, Tomura looked at Dabi, annoyed.

‘What if I talk in my sleep?’ He thinks. ‘What if they hear my thoughts about them?’

And that was exactly Dabi’s plan, and hopefully make Reader hate heroes, but that might be a long shot.

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neaxsfiction · 8 months

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How the mha characters would react when their s/o gets hurt in a fight? (U can chose which characters) ❤️

Hello! Sorry this took so long, I was a bit busy with my personal life. Imma write characters that are gonna have the most unique reactions then. Thanks for the request!❤️

Note; please if you're interested in giving me a request, write me down the character(s) you'd like to read in my work, it helps me to organize my thoughts and focus on specific characters. Also the more specific you are, the better my fic / oneshot / headcannons are gonna turn out, ty<3

MHA characters reacting to their S/O getting hurt during a fight

Dabi

Let's be honest, that guy isn't attached to anybody. He can't feel any type of emotion unless it's on extreme levels. That's exactly why he doesn't feel anger when he sees you injured, he feels rage.

He wants to burn the place down. Burn the hero. Their whole family line. He's the type of person who you wouldn't know that he appreciates you that much so you'd be surprised to see how much he got worried. Even he doesn't understand what's going on with him. Only thing that I know, is that I wouldn't wanna be that hero, facing him in battle.

Tomura Shigaraki

He's extremely calm. More than how much he should be. However that's only a facade in front of you. He's fueled with anger on the hero who dared to touch you and cause you this suffering.

He wants to get revenge for sure. He can't come up with a plan that will ensure them winning the battle over heroes so he gets provided the help of Kurogiri. He wants to turn to dust the entire family tree of the hero who did all that to you.

Bakugo Katsuki

There are at least 3 people holding him so he doesn't run outside and give your attacker a piece of his own medicine (probably midoriya kirishima and tenya).

He ends up going outside in the city to find your attacker and make them pay but of course he returns without having done anything other than wandering in the streets furiously. Probably returns calmer though.

Izuku Midoriya

Man he almost faints when he sees you injured like this. It's not that he's not familiar with injuries or blood but he freaks out when his loved ones are in that situation.

After he does his best to keep his composure, he asks you details on how you were attacked, who attacked you and things that could in general help him. He's not the type to get revenge but this incident wouldn't go unnoticed, especially if someone else injured you.

Hawks

Hawks is of course the type to worry and get you immediately in the hospital. He tries to get some answers from you once you're in a good shape to talk.

He immediately reports the incident to his higher ups and avoids chasing the attacker on his own. Hawks is clearly the workaholic type of man, who doesn't want his personal life to get mixed with his work so he won't chase down the attacker. However he will investigate, till he can't no more, and if he happens to face your attacker in a battle, he'll be more than happy to give his all and get revenge for you.

Shouta Aizawa

Just like Hawks, he doesn't want his personal life getting mixed with his work. If the villains knew you are one of Aizawa's loved ones, you'd become their no 1 bait and he'd hate himself if he let that happen.

Pretty much wants to destroy the attacker, but his calm aura doesn't let those violent emotions get out. Of course, if he happens to face the attacker in battle, he's giving his all, even his life if needed.

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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Can’t hate you pt 2

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) X Nathan Doe

Warnings: Cussing, hitting, mentions of SA later in the series(and no, it was not Nate), etc.

ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩

SLS/N’s POV

I woke up this morning to what felt like a monkey on my bed, only to find out that it was Chris, jumping up and down.

“Get up loser, we’re going to get food!” He yells, giving me a wet-willy before sprinting out of my room.

“Aw-you mother fucker!” I yell, jumping out of my bed to chase him down the stairs.

I see him up ahead, rounding the corner to the kitchen. I do the same, but instead of finding Chris, I find myself running straight into what felt like a brick wall.

“Fuck…” I say under my breath, rubbing my head where I made contact.

I hear Chris laughing from behind the island, and I shoot him the middle finger.

I look up to see what I made contact with, only to be met with the grey-blue eyes of Nate.

He hold out a hand to help me up, but I scoff, ignoring his hand while stand and brush myself off.

My head still hurt immensely as I walked into the kitchen, giving Chris the biggest side eye I could.

“Well isn’t someone just a bundle of joy this morning?” Nate says, resting his chin on his hand while he leans on the island, looking at me.

I roll my eyes, scoff again, then walk upstairs to get ready.

I walk downstairs, hair curled, makeup perfect, and dressed in a pair of cargo jeans and a baby tee.

Yes, I feel like a boss bitch, and yes, everyone knows imma boss bitch.

“Okay sis! I see you!” Nick says, giving me a twirl. I laugh then look to the living room to see Chris and Matt golf clapping. But Nate is just staring, his moth half open.

What the fuck is his problem?

I ignore him and follow my brothers to the car, him close in behind.

"SLS/N, just sit in the middle today, there's no point in putting the seat down for a 10-minute drive," Matt says, climbing into the car and starting it.

Oh my fucking god, why is this happening to me?!

Not wanting to start problems, I sigh then get in, ick on my right, Nate unfortunately on my left.

The whole ride there his thigh was uncomfortably close to mine, so it was a huge relief when Matt pulled into the IHOP parking lot.

We got out and then got checked into a booth near the back of the restaurant. Before anyone could argue, I called sitting in the middle of Matt and Chris.

We got settled in our booth, and then Nick started to pull out his phone and make an Instagram post.

it said, What poses do you want for our next photo shoot?

"We're doing a photoshoot?" Matt asked, already not looking forward to it.

"Yes Mat. and you're not gonna have a Mattitude about it," Nick said, giving him a stern look. I giggled at how well he knew my brother.

Before Matt could come back with an answer, our waitress came over, asking what we wanted to drink.

"I'll just have water please," I said quietly, then she walked away.

Chris poked me in the rib, using a baby voice while he said,

"Aww, is somebody a wittle shy?" The whole table burst into giggles, all but me, whose face had gone hot and was now punching Chris in the arm.

"Ow, SLS/N!" He whined as his laughing stopped.

"Aww, does someone need me to call the ambulance?" I asked, giving him a baby voice of my own.

Now it was his turn to go red, as Nick reached across the table, fist bumping me. What can I say, I learned my comebacks from the best.

As we climbed back into the back, we were all deciding what to wear for the photo shoot.

"I think we should all wear merch," Chris said.

We all nodded in agreement, heading home to get ready.

By the time we were all ready, the camera was charged, and we were ready to go, it was beginning to get dark. We drove to McDonalds, grabbing some drinks before driving around to find the place to shoot.

We decided to head the the parking garage down the street, as it had the best lighting.

We found a spot where there were no cars. Nick scrolled through his responses, looking for poses.

We took alot of photos. some with just the triplets, some with one of them individually, and then some duets.

One of my favorites where the one where I was on Chris's back while he was racing down the drive.

Nate got some as well, posing with Chris and Matt, then some individuals for his own Instagram.

Then Nick said the worst news I ever wanted to hear.

"Alot of fans want some pics of SLS/N and Nate. We should do those real quick."

I whipped my head around to stare at him, giving him wide eyes. He gave me a pleading look, begging me with his eyes.

I rolled my own, mumbling,

"Let's just get this over with."

We took a few next to each other, our arms around each other's backs in a side hug.

Our next pose was us standing back to back, holding up our sweet teas,, while death staring at the camera.

"These are so good! Hold still for two more seconds." Nick said, getting lower to take the shot.

Matt and Chris sent knowing smirks in my direction, making me angrier and angrier by the second.

"You better smile, kid. Wouldn't want people thinking I look better than the princess." Nate said under his breath, in my direction.

That sent me over the edge.

I pushed myself off of his back as I whipped around. I tore the lid of my sweet tea and threw it at him.

He was completely soaked.

"Fuck this shit!" I yelled, walking towards the stairs leading to the sidewalk outside of the building that led to our house, leaving the boys there to stare at my retreating figure.

I walked all the way home and up to my room, slamming my door before collapsing on my bed. My face was still burning with anger,

or was I blushing?

OooooooOooooooo!!!

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little-pondhead · 10 months

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Eyes Of The Past - OLD CH. 2

Part 1

[TW: swearing, mentions of death, sickness, and general spookiness]

The Batfamily was in turmoil. Something was wrong with the city; they could feel it. There was a heaviness in the air, which wasn’t there before. Clouds hung low over the skyline, heavy with rain that refused to fall. Citizens didn’t bother to wander the streets, even during the day. The buildings seemed to curl in on themselves like the city was trying to form a shield between her streets and whatever was to come. Even the criminals were staying quiet! Joker hadn’t made a peep in days.

So, needless to say, tensions were high.

“How’d the raid on the Lounge go last night?” Tim rubbed his face as Bruce entered the Batcave. They’d all been running themselves ragged, trying to find the source of their unease.

Bruce grunted. “Hn.”

“He was busted.” Barbara filled him in from over their loudspeakers. She pulled up footage of the previous night on the Batcomputer, letting Tim examine every pixel of the interactions. “One of the workers spotted him during the stakeout and warned the Penguin. Hood was there, too.”

“Red Hood?” Tim sipped his coffee, clicking through the fuzzy videos. “I wasn’t aware he was up for collaborations right now.”

“He was there for a business deal,” Bruce muttered, obviously sulking.

“Bruce got yelled at for ruining the whole setup.” Barbara snickered. She opened up a short, thirty-second clip of Red Hood chewing Batman out in the middle of some dark alleyway, a grumpy-looking woman in the Lounge uniform standing in cuffs next to them. “The woman is Tamia Brone, the supervisor on shift for the evening. She was seen with the employee who tipped off the Penguin. She’s being held at Gotham PD right now, but will probably be released this afternoon since she’s not affiliated with the underground part of the business.”

“So the bust was useless?” Tim summarized.

“Hnn,” Bruce grunted again. The big bat was still sulking, fiddling with his belt’s equipment. Tim sighed. Bruce always got like this when Jason got angry with him. He was all solemn and sulky and resorted to one-syllable words for communication. He wanted to look something up on the Batcomputer, Tim could tell. He was just waiting for Tim to be done.

“Fine.” Tim spun the chair fully around and popped out of the seat as gracefully as he could. “Take the chair, Bruce. What do you want to find?”

Bruce practically teleported to the chair, fingers flying over the keyboard as he cleared the cam footage except for the stuff that came from his own bodysuit. He zoomed in on the moment the employee spotted him, using a program to clean up the stray pixels for a clear face of the boy’s face.

Tim leaned over Bruce’s shoulder, watching him work. “Oh, shit,” he realized. “That’s a kid! What is the Penguin doing, hiring minors?”

Furious keyboard sounds were heard over their intercom. “There are no minors in his employee database. But there is one recent hire; Danny Nightingale, age 18. No middle name.” Barbara recited. “He fits the description of the kid there, but there’s not much on his file. It’s most likely a fake name.”

“He’s a busboy.” Bruce finally spoke up. “Here’s the conversation with his supervisor.” He typed a few last words into the computer, and the audio started to play.

“-and the boy. Who is he?”

“Boy? What the hell are you talking about, Bats.”

“The one by the dumpster.”

“Danny? Hey, don’t you even think about bringing him into this! He’s a good kid; the best busboy I’ve ever had. If you scare him off imma beat you six ways to Sunday, you hear?? I don’t care what your stabby sidekick says about it!”

“He’s not in trouble, I just-”

“Like fucking hell I’d believe that! He was the one who tipped off the boss, everyone in the building knows that! But that poor boy is just trying to do his job. That kid risked his own health and safety to warn his boss against someone who, in his eyes, threatened his livelihood.”

“Health?”

“What? You didn’t notice the poor kid had gotten sick? Some detective you are.”

“He shouldn’t be working if he’s sick.”

“Like I’d tell him that. Danny’s parents kicked him out as soon as he turned eighteen. He needs money, Bats. Gotham ain’t kind to kids like him, you know this. If he was really sick, I’d’ve sent him home.”

“So he wasn’t sick?”

“Don’t twist my words, bastard. He had gotten sick, not he was sick. Poor kid has some nasty allergies. One of the boss’ associates was wearing something that didn’t agree with him, and he threw up."

“Hn.”

“Don’t grunt at me, mister! It’s a legitimate allergy! Are discriminating against allergens now??”

“No-”

“Oracle! Hey! Don’t glare at me, I know they’re real-Oracle! Make sure to save this clip in case Big Broody over here gets his head stuck up his ass again. Maybe seeing how he’s treating a sick kid will burst his bubble sometime.”

“Will do, Miss Brone.”

“AHA! I knew they were real! You’re a real one, Oracle!”

“I’m taking you down to the station.”

“If I’m not let out before my next shift, I’m letting Poison Ivy know that Robin stores extra weapons in the park!”

As the audio faded out, Barbara giggled and Tim sighed again. “Who on earth is this woman?” He asked, draining the rest of his mug in a single gulp.

“I took some night classes with her, a couple of years ago,” Barbara answered, pulling up Tamia’s personal file. A strong-faced woman stared back at them. “She’s a spitfire, but a good person. Danny probably reminds her of her younger siblings. They died a while back, and ever since, she’s been super protective of young kids who are on their own. Volunteers at the library on the weekends for kid events, helps out at the Mystery Elf Program every year for Christmas, and stuff like that.”

“How did she know about my weapons?”

Tim swore and jumped, turning on his heel. Damian, the little monster, had snuck up behind them again. Bruce just spared him a glance and went back to sifting through their files.

“Kids tell her things.” They couldn’t see her, but they could tell Barbara just shrugged at their inquiries. “Robin has a small cult following among the younger kids in Gotham, so Tamia basically has eyes and ears everywhere.”

“So we should investigate her.” Tim mused.

“No-”

A roar of a motorcycle interrupted them. Jason peeled into the Batcave on his motorcycle, barely coming to a complete stop before he jumped off and sped to the computer.

“Move, old man.” Jason snarled, practically hauling Bruce out of the seat to take his place.

“How dare you, Todd!”

“Shut up, Demon Brat!” Jason growled again, never looking away from the monitor as his fingers flew across the keyboard.

Tim flinched. He knew, without having to look, that Jason’s eyes were glowing bright green right now. He was on the verge of a Pit episode. Usually, this meant he’d hole up in his many safe houses and drop off the grid for a while. The only reason he’d be in the Batcave right now was if he needed to find someone. Someone to kill.

“Oh, good.” Jason leaned back. “You already started researching him.” Everyone looked on in dawning horror as Danny Nightingale’s exhausted and startled face looked at them, the screenshot taken from Batman’s body suit camera.

“Jason…” Bruce started.

But Jason wasn’t listening. “No one is allowed to go after him.” He simply announced. “I have questions for this kid, you ain’t getting in the way of that.”

“You can’t kill a civilian, Todd.” Damian challenged.

Jason stood. Green light leaked from his mask, and his muscles were tensed like he either wanted to run for his life or throw hands. Tim took a step back. “That,” he ground out, pointing at Danny’s picture. “Is not a civilian. That is a threat.”

…

Danny felt like shit.

It’s been two days since he frantically tipped off the Penguin to the Bat’s presence, and ever since, the Lounge has been shut down for unforeseen reasons. He didn’t know why, he was just a busboy. His boss had taken the news in stride, ordering him to book it out the back with some of the other servers. Tamia was on his heels the entire time, directing them all down a side alley with ease before getting snatched by Batman herself. Danny had screeched to a halt, intending to go back for her, but one of the bartenders had gripped his arm and hadn’t let go, hissing, “She’ll be fine! You’re the one who needs to get out of here!” Reluctantly, Danny complied, no matter how horrible he felt after.

When everyone had split up, the bartender told him to only return to work when the boss told him to. Then, they all went their separate ways, and Danny woke up the next morning with an extra $3k in his bank account.

To be honest, he spent that first day anxiously sneaking around the city, checking in on all his coworkers that were present that night. Everyone was okay, for the most part. The bartender who had dragged him was passed out on a shitty couch, beer bottle in hand, and one of the waiters was being yelled at by her boyfriend for having her shift cut short. Danny’s core ached at the sight. So when forgotten cans of coke in the back of their fridge exploded from a random spike of cold and cut the argument short, he hoped she didn’t mind his interference too much.

Tamia, however, took longer to track down. To his horror, she was sitting like a grumpy cat deep within Gotham’s police station, glaring at any officer that tried to approach her. He was forced to tap into his invisibility, but he eventually snuck past security and over to her holding cell. He waited until she was alone, before letting out a tiny, almost inaudible rumble from his core, slipping through the bars with intangibility. The two shades at Tamia’s neck perked up, instantly zeroing in on him. While the older woman couldn’t see the shades, she must have felt something as well. She stiffened, glancing around subtly.

“Who’s there?” She hissed.

Danny shifted. He was…uncomfortable. But Tamia had done so much for him. “It’s me.” He whispered back, stepping closer and leaning close to her ear. Tamia flinched back, eyes darting to his face. He was still invisible, thank the Ancients.

“Danny??” Tamia regained control of her expression and went back to her brooding look for the cameras. “What the fuck???”

“Sorry, Tam.” He apologized. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, Danny. How are you here?”

“Uh…” He didn’t know how to answer that, so he just told her the truth. “I snuck in.”

Tamia gave his general location a side-eye. “You know Batman doesn’t like metas in his city.”

And that was a tipping point, wasn’t it? Danny’s core buzzed in his ears with anxiety as his voice shook. “Are you going to report me?”

Tamia snorted, covering it up with a cough as a cop passed by. “Hell no. You’re a good kid, Danny. I’d never turn you in, even to the Joker.”

“Ah,” he said awkwardly. “Thanks. Uh, do you want me to get you out of here?”

Tamia tilted her head. Her hair had come loose from its bun, with strands of curly hair falling into her eyes. “No,” she decided. “The boss has plans in place for things like that. I’m a legal employee and a good one he won’t leave to rot. I’ll be out of here by the end of the day. I’ll be alright.”

He sighed. “If you’re sure…”

“I am. Go home, Casper. Get some sleep.”

Danny’s face twisted at the name, but he nevertheless bade his supervisor and the two shades goodbye and walked back out the front doors of Gotham PD, not bothering to fly. Flying meant he had to go ghost, and that meant he had to deal with…other things.

He decided to sleep the rest of the day, extremely spent from all the extra energy he had used up. Danny didn’t rise again till noon the next day, at which his stomach finally made itself known, demanding he seek out food. He lay on his bed for an extra hour, trying to desperately ignore the grumbles in his belly, but finally gave in, grabbing some cash to stuff in his pockets and making his way out of the shitty apartment building he lived in. Two kids threw rocks at his face as he passed through the front doors, but he just sidestepped and ignored them, letting the stones shatter the glass doors instead.

The clouds are low. The Knights are away. Shades whispered and writhed at the edges of his vision. The Lady is sick.

Leave me alone. Danny groaned and rubbed his forehead. These days, the words of the dead seemed to pound at his head like a sledgehammer, relentless. An uncomfortable heat was building in his head. He ignored it.

Danny rounded a corner and entered a gas station. “Hello!” The cashier greeted him, too cheery for the job they were working. “Let me know if you need anything!” He waved in acknowledgment and shuffled between aisles, staring blankly at the brightly colored packages of cheap food. His eyes couldn’t focus on the labels, so he just grabbed something with a cheetah on it. Danny then shuffled to the next aisle over and snatched a large bottle of something pink and bright. The cashier gave him an impeccable customer service smile, which he tried to return.

“Personally, I like the smell of the blue flavor.” They scanned his items, and he had to nod and pretend he knew what they were talking about. “Here you go, that’ll be $6.27. Would you like a bag?”

“No,” Danny shook his head. “Thank you.”

“Have a nice day!” The bell rang over the sound of the cashier as Danny left. He was too tired and hungry to give them a proper response.

Gotham’s skies were still dark and cloudy, which for once, Danny was thankful for. Sunlight would probably make his growing headache worse. He wandered around for a long while, just taking in the sights of the city. He didn’t know why, but less and less people had been on the streets these days, giving him a slight break from the relentless stares and whispers. He just had to avoid certain areas that were clouded with death, and he was good to go! He was free to walk around aimlessly all he wanted.

Today, it seemed, his wanderings took him to a small, silent park. He pushed open the tiny gate and snuck inside. It was quiet as a cemetery, and looked like one, too. Hell, if Danny was in his right mind, he would have realized it was a cemetery. He’d argue later that there were no spirits around, so how could he have known? There was just a profound sense of emptiness that was suffocating the whole area, but Danny was so fed up with the rest of the city, he barely noticed.

Instead, he simply made himself at home on a stone bench off to the side and tore open his feast, not tasting anything as he chowed down on the chips. A faint tingle on his tongue told him the chips were spicy, but how was he supposed to taste anything when his tastebuds were dead? Soon, the chips were gone, bag and all. (The only perk of being dead was that he acted as his own personal trashcan. Nothing was littered with him around!) Cracking open his heavy drink, Danny took a sip and stared at the sky. Just thinking about nothing as the day passed and the evening set.

It’d been a long day.

…

Jason jerked. Shivers ran up his spine, and the green in his vision got stronger. He was in the depths of a pit episode, some part of his brain told him. No one had been hurt yet.

But someone was about to be.

Jason jerked again and lunged for his front door, ripping off the lock Tim had put on it (trying to cage him like an animal) with his bare hands. He had no shoes, no helmet, no mask, nothing. But he bolted out the front door in a blind rage. His world was greengreengreen.

A snarl ripped itself out of his throat as he jumped the last two stories from the main staircase to the ground level. His landing left a small indent on the tile. (How did he do that?) The front doors were already wide open, he’d left it that way. Jason tore down the street, silently thankful there was no one on the streets.

Someone was going to die tonight. Someone had walked over his grave.

Jason’s chest heaved as he bolted through alleyways, taking shortcuts to get to the one place he always refused to visit. There was a Bat following him now. Which one? Probably Nightwing. It didn’t matter. His hands were curled and his footsteps were loud. His heart pounded in his head, egging on the Pit. Phantom fingers ran down his arms, pushing his shoulders so he’d go faster. The city bent in on itself. Streets seemed to straighten out, letting him have a clear shot toward his target.

He burst from the alleyways in a sudden rush, and Jason skidded to a stop to get his bearings. His feet were bleeding, he could tell. Whatever. His green eyes were glued to the tiny, limp figure of Danny Nightingale resting on a stone bench not five feet away from Jason’s grave. The one he was buried in. The one he crawled out of. The kid had walked on his grave.

Jason rushed forward with a roar.

“What the FUCK?!” Danny startled upright at the sound, quickly spotting Jason and scrambling to his feet. He had a half-filled bottle of pink Fabuloso cleaner in his hand but dropped that quickly when Jason lunged for him.

“Jason!” Someone yelled, trying to grab at his shoulders. But Jason was too far gone in the pit rage, now. He was almost animalistic, growling and clawing at the kid’s retreating figure. Blood was getting smeared over the dead grass, with bits of glass from the alleyway being pushed farther into his skin.

“Shit, man! I didn’t know this was your Haunt!” Danny’s eyes were filled with fear and worry, but his gaze was fixed solidly on a spot above Jason’s head.

“This was my grave!” Jason managed to screech. He got a lucky hit in, and the kid tumbled away, clutching his shoulder where a bruise was already forming through his thin clothes.

“I didn’t know!” Danny yelled again. He made no move to fight back.

“THIS WAS OUR GRAVE!”

Something is wrong. A sudden, clear thought entered Jason’s head. It was like cold water had splashed him awake. These were not his words. These were not his actions. Jason was not in control of his body.

Something else was speaking for him.

A wail ripped itself out of his throat. Danny rolled to the side, avoiding his lunge. Jason could only watch helplessly as the kid was backed into a corner. For every step Jason took forward, Danny took two steps back. The kid was too used to this. He moved with too much ease, avoiding Jason’s wild swings like he could predict every movement.

“Dammit, JASON!” Two pairs of hands gripped at his shoulders this time, forcing him to turn. Nightwing and Orphan (when had she gotten here?) tried their best to wrestle him down, heaving with the effort.

“No! Don’t!” Danny bolted forward, right as Jason lunged for his own family in a haze of green. Time seemed to slow, and logically, Jason knew there was no way in hell Danny would have made it in time to do anything. Jason knew he was about to hurt his family, badly. He was about to break bones and claw at vulnerable skin. He was about to look his sibling in their eyes and see their hearts shatter. Jason was bout to break apart their family. Again.

Then Danny screamed something, there was a flash of light, and suddenly there was a wall of fucking fire separating Jason from his siblings. From the outside world.

Jason barely managed to avoid the flames, tucking himself into a sharp roll and popping up with his teeth bared.

His brain tried to process what had just happened.

His body screamed in rage.

His prey had disappeared.

In Danny’s place floated a young boy. His eyes were as green as Jason’s. An iron crown wreathed in flames was set upon his head upside down, the sharp points causing rivers of green blood to run down from his hairline. Iron shackles chained his hands together. Pieces of charred armor clung to his body by thin straps. There was a chill in the air, and despite the fire, ice was starting to grow from the ground in a ring around the boy, curving and sharp, like it was trying to trap him in.

The boy looked at him, and Jason saw that he was crying.

...

[oOoOoO cliffhanger~]

#danny phantom #dpxdc #eyes of the past fic #pondhead writes #angst #i just think it'd be funny if everything was food for danny #he had hot cheetos and pink fabuloso for dinner #packages and all #danny IS NOT the ghost king #then why does he have the crown you may ask?#good question i'm not telling you #adding links as i go #not beta read #no beta we die like danny #long post #oc insert #sorry about that #she's just for this i swear

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bestjeanistmonster · 5 months

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How did dc au sonic and shadow meet? Was it like Harley Quinn where they met while sonic was Nicky in Arkham? Where Harley was one of the only nice people there to ivy . Or was it like animated series where they just knew of each other due to reputation?

It was a mix of both!

Sonic and Shadow met like they did in the original batman animated series

Sonic had screwed up and gotten kicked out by Eggy onto the streets, leaving him to fend for himself so out of spite he goes on a solo heist to steal the ‘harlequin diamond’ from a museum

Telling himself that he’s doing it for himself and no one else but he’s doing it to like prove himself to Eggy (even though he technically ‘out’ he’s still very much brainwashed and doesn’t really have a purpose or sense of self besides serving Eggy in, so even though he was kicked out Eggman knows that when he calls he’ll just come running back)

Sonic was real stealthy, dodging laser sensors, security cameras and then using as tool to carve a circle in the glass case that had the diamond in it and he’s so close-

Then the alarm starts blaring like crazy and a black and red hedgehog slides into the room holding onto something and runs through all the laser sensors

And Sonic’s like wtf????

Then he's just like, "fuck it", breaks the glass steals the diamond and runs in the same direction as the guy with the security guards after them and he hears police sirens already from outside

He finds a hiding place and then he's face to face with the guy that tripped the alarm

"Nice job tripping the alarm, why don't ya turn on the bat-signal while you're at it?!"

"You think i wanted to get caught?!!"

"Coulda fooled me!"

They have a mini fight before security show up and they’re forced to work together to evade capture, they escape off into the night on Shadow bike (the only reason Shadow didn’t leave him behind was cuz he didn’t want this guy tattling on him if he got arrested)

They get to a temp base of shadow’s and catch their breath, Shadow recognises Sonic as Eggman's right hand and is immediately on edge but Sonic is like, "me and the Doc are kinda having a rough time at the moment, so im kinda on my own rn, im sure it’ll blow over though.” He said with a nervous smile

Now when they had physically fought earlier Shadow was surprised to see that this clown actually posed a bit of a challenge for him. Shadow usually didn’t care what people thought about themselves or others, but with Sonic being the only person he’s met to actually give him a good fight and to hear him talk so low of himself actually came off as an indirect insult towards Shadow and he would not stand for slander

So Shadow ends up saying smthn like, "Look imma be honest but you’re a bit of a doormat and squandering your potential so much that it's pissing me off a lil bit." Then takes him with him on a city wide rampage to kinda build up that self esteem and give the guy a bit of independence

And from there the rest is history

Nicky and Shadow met during the internship

The first was when Nicky had to ask him some questions about eggman cuz he was in group therapy with Eggman until Eggy killed the psychiatrist and wanted to know if there was something, anything that he could further ask Eggman about so he could use it to get Eggman open up more during their interviews

To get him to go away Shadow told him the little he knew

Then Nicky returned a week and a half later thank him

Nicky: Dr Eggman fessed up, thanks to you

Shadow: I didn’t do anything.

Nicky: (raises eyebrow) you told me about his grandfather

Shadow: that was barely information. I wouldn’t have even told you about it if you were going to be so smug about it

Nicky: (shrugs) eh like it or not you helped me (slips plant cutting into the food delivery box) everyone needs help sometime, and since you wanna wipe humans from the face of the earth…

Shadow: (picks up clipping) so what? You cut a *plant* for me? I could kill you with this.

Nicky: (smiles and walks away from cell) yeah. I guess you could.

Shadow:…

Nicky had read his file before talking to him and in the notes it said that Shadow felt more comfortable around plants due to the nature of his biology and abilities

Shadow has a cell in Arkham with zero plants around just in case he got out of that power restricting collar they made all of the inmates wear and raised hell

So Nicky giving Shadow that plant cutting was him doing Shadow a solid for helping him out with this even though there is a risk of that collar coming off and him breaking out, cuz if he didn’t manage to get it off Nicky supposed that he’d still feel more at ease in his cell with a plant around

Shadow didn’t realise they were the same person till prison roll call

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonadow harlivy au #jeanist answers

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